We did our usual TV/movie commentary, noting the magical cleanliness of the white shirts and vests on two guys having a fist fight in a dirt-floor barn, the amazing Hollywood dirt road with no dust despite heavy horse traffic, and the movie star teeth on all the cowboys. That’s how we roll during our coffee visit when the cowboy shows are on. I left when the next movie began, to avoid getting sucked into another show and to attend to a long-neglected basket of laundry.
Tonight was the return to the Tuesday dance class after my taking the last two weeks of September and all of October off. We worked on two dances with lots of arm movements and because we were learning the dances, there was a lot of repetition. It was good to be dancing, but the sparkling, tingly arm got a little extra spicy during the class. I reunited with my beloved gel ice pack barely three minutes after arriving home. At bedtime it’s a menthol and lidocaine patch, and if the box didn’t say not to use more than one, I would be wearing them like a full sleeve every night. It will be nice when whatever is causing this unwelcome life intrusion is resolved.

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