Notes from May 9 . . .
Dressed early, we await our 6:30 table at Metro 8 for dinner, the Argentinean steak place in Durham. Yesterday was DH’s birthday (#73), and tonight we are celebrating carnivores. We have been eating beans and salads all week to save up for this beef-indulgence. Likely to be our last beef for some time - until the price of everything begins to fall.
For tonight I am wearing my size-skinny jeans with a newly found lime-turquoise-all-linen, plaid blouse over a white tank top. The search for plaids last week netted a blouse that was deemed "cuttable," until I noticed the label said linen instead of cotton and in my size. But with one small flaw. A brownish stain at the front, third-button-hole down from the top, big blob.The first laundry did nothing. Three launderings, a spray of Shout and a few drops of dilute bleach later and spot-be-gone! The blouse is perfect, ironed like a dream, looks like a million. My new summer-cool ensemble is ready, recycled and for the ridiculous price: $6.00. And I was not even expecting to wear it.
Yesterday in ‘Rockettes’ dance class at the Wellness Center, I was the Cha Cha teacher again, for the Check-It-Out Cha Cha, a line version of the Latin dance. Yes I give full credit to Sue & Eric Davis, even saw them as I was arriving at the Center. Their workout done and ready to leave - I have tried to get Sue to join me in the class but tennis reigns supreme for that couple. My fall-back plan was to join them at the TimeOut Lounge for a Shag lesson last night but I was dead on my feet by 6 p.m., and nothing could have dragged me away.
Oprah is doing it again. Every time I swear off Carolina BBQ, Oprah does something tricky. Today’s show: best sandwiches in America. And what does she find? Allen & Sons BBQ off MLKingJr. Blvd in Chapel Hill. Been there many times (before my nutrition-phase), and truly their hickory-smoked BBQ is fantastic.
A few years back when cousin Ronnie was in town, my sister, her husband, me and my husband took Ron to Allen’s for dinner. Something of an overcast evening with threatening storms at dusk gave us a good deal of drama in the midst of dining. We were positioned at the large picture-window in the front of the dining room, sipping iced tea just in time for a bolt of lightening to hit a transformer on a light-pole not thirty feet from our table. Wham-O! In an instant all the lights went out and cascades of sheeting-rain began immediately. What was a noticeable void was the absence of any panic or screaming. Everyone kept on eating as the staff lit candles for all the tables, the place was as quiet as church. Now that’s B-B-Q!
What Oprah did not mention is their lemon meringue pie! Of course I do not eat it, I just look.
The response I have been waiting for came in overnight in a E-mail from the Seymour Senior Center - YES we can have the dance floor for the last two Wednesdays in May. Yes! Now to get a quickie announcement created, E-mail a .pdf Poster to all on my dance-list-serv and get a gang there for next week. However. . . .
Today we are without Internet. How can this be? We have had delays in downloading the cable for TiVo information lately. A couple of days ago my phone went dead; just my phone, all others in the house worked (?). Recently DH installed some Blue-Tooth head-phones for the two digital TV’s. What, or who, is interfering with our online-connection has better fess-up soon, I need to get the word out about dancing next week.
Don’t you just hate it when all this wonderful technology fails? And my usual IT Department (aka hubby), is at a loss to find the problem. Bummer.
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