Isn’t My Dance Card Full Yet
There was a time
that ladies carried a small booklet when they attended a dance. It was a time
of gentility and decorum. When a gentleman wanted to claim a dance with a
certain female, he would ask to sign the book and wait his turn to dance with
her. I’m sure that if the lady didn’t want to dance with the man, she would
find delicate ways of refusing.
Each week when I
look at my schedule, I think, “That doesn’t look too bad” and each week my
dance card miraculously becomes full. I only had on my schedule my appointment
to have my car inspected and Everdry Company to check out a damp patch of
concrete in my basement. Although expensive, they curtailed water entering my
basement. There was also the choice to volunteer or not at the Chestnut Ridge
Historical Society on Wednesday and Saturday.
Because of my
MRI of my right bicep, I called for an appointment with my orthopedist. I was
surprised that they got me in on Wednesday morning, but off I went. Finished
with that, I stopped for a few groceries and hustled to the Historical Society.
A surprise waited for me there. I was volunteered to be the corresponding
secretary, although I refused to shave my legs. A library sent a book written
by a radio operator from WW II whose plane was shot down over France. It was an
autobiography in French and English. He was a local resident and I was asked to
write a letter to a daughter to see if she wanted to review the document. While
reading newspaper articles on the radio operator, one article popped up onto my
computer screen and refuses to be dismissed. I called my computer repair guy
and he squeezed me in for Saturday morning before I have to hustle to Chestnut
Ridge. I get to be docent for the day.
After I came
home, I worked on the letter before eating my evening meal and hurrying off to
Prayer meeting. Thursday was free, or so I thought. I’d ordered another cord of
firewood and they delivered. She and a friend helped to stack some of it.
Friday, I’m
expecting Everdry to evaluate the damp spot. I am supposed to attend a writers
meeting in the afternoon, but I may have to skip that. I almost forgot, the
friend who delivered the firewood invited me to a cookout at her place after
church. I can hardly wait to see what surprises await next week.
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