Line dancing at the senior center is now only every other week, and I missed the last two sessions due to total inability to get myself there. The day of this aspect, three days ago, I was raring to go and took myself off to get there exactly on time at 10:30. As it happened, completely by coincidence of course, Vera, our indefatigable leader, was giving another line dancing class that afternoon at another center in the neighborhood, and I was asked if I would show up to boost attendance and prove to the new center's management that, if a dancing class were offered, people would come.
Being as how I live to serve, I said I'd go, and did. Several of the ladies from the Isaacs Center, the original place, were there, as they lived in the building, and after the (successful) class, one of them asked me and others to go up and see her apartment, of which she was obviously very proud. I had intended to go to Daffy's and see if I could find some new spring clothes, as I've been wearing the same things since 9/11 just about, but again, as I live to serve, I said yes and went up to see the apartment. While we were oohing and ahhing over the view, which was a good 'un, another of the ladies who lives in an adjoining building asked.....so I did that as well, leaving with just enough time to get to the Studio for Playwrights/Directors Workshop and ten minutes or so to spare.
Jupiter then decided I had enough time to stop in at a Daffy's before I went to the Studio, which I did, but I didn't, if you see what I mean, and got to the Studio (with no new clothes) after most of the participants had gone into the theater, squeaking in just in time to be allowed up in the elevator just as the moderator was introducing the first presentation. There ended the manifestation of Jupiter opposed to the Sun, as all I did after that was have a normal-sized dinner with a friend and go home.
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