The most amazing part about it is that I told Buntha about all that noise I have from somewhere in the front, maybe wheels, axle some bushing or who knows what, but this noise is high pitch at times the squealey on and off... all it was is the cable to the speedometer that needed to be greased... I was blown away with this fact and have been driving around like that for over a year wondering what the hell this racket of a noise is. He charged me 220 dollars for miner tune-up, replaced distributer-cap and a few other things, besides oil. He ordered another bushing he has to replace next week and then I'm ready to hit the road again.
Next was a small gathering at my house for fresh Margaritas before going to the dance. Susanne came by first. I have not seen her this year yet, she introduced me to the country-western dance-scene in San Francisco. Then Moto, a.k.a. Sharon came with her daughter Christine and her daughter's boyfriend Craig. Stuart and Nancy joined us too. I whipped-up some mean Margaritas with a few snacks and off we went.
Dwight Carrier with Andre & Zydeco Magic were playing at Eagles Hall in Alameda, I think I only went once in January and had not the energy to go since then. It was such a reunion, you kind of feel like a hero when you come back to a place you've been so many times and know so many people and now lots of them come over and shack your hands and are happy to see you and wanna dance and and and. It was fun, and no I have not forgotten how to dance, I guess it is like riding a bicycle. I enjoyed my dances with some of my favorite ladies, tall slender Susanne, the always smiling Judy, wishing she would be a LOT taller Jeanie, and of corse Moto, then there were a few I missed to dance with, but you can't have everything...
In the morning I went with it to yoga for more abuse, but first I had to wash the dishes and tidy-up the kitchen from last nights feast of Margaritas. The after yoga the usual visit to Sweet Adeline for coffee and sweets, gossip and laughter with the yoga-group. The news about this years yoga retreat fired-up all kind of memories and stories from the previous years. Unfortunately last year Chris didn't organize one because he was burned-out with teaching and too much yoga because he opened his own studio which took a lot out of him. He'll do it this year from July 2nd to the 5th back at the Oz Farm in Mendocino County, a place so peaceful you'll forget how bad the economy really is... I can't wait, and it also gives me an incentive to be back from my galavanting around the country, to go to the retreat.
Back home I was helping Stuart move a bigger table, he just bought from the used office furniture place, into the front bedroom so he has a worktable to get serious about his stuff. Then more tinkering around with the closet, installing hooks, and moving stuff around, do some laundry and pack for a little weekend getaway to Santa Cruz. On my way there I stop at Margie's house to help celebrating her adopted daughter Natasha's 25th birthday... I can't believe that girl is 25 already. After that Kent and Jessica in Santa Cruz... 3 o'clock must have happen without me noticing it while getting ready to get out of the house, an always time-consuming thing to do...
Natasha celebrating her 25th birthday... Margie lighting the candles...
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