Finished the lawn, now dinner and dancing

Only not the kind of dancing most people think about. Tonight is our monthly drum jam at church, something I haven’t been much able to participate in while trying to blog late into Friday night. I took some bellydance lessons several years ago and I like to shake it in a geriatric manner when we get to drum. The “geriatric manner” refers more to my accumulated injuries than my actual age as people my age who haven’t been hit by trucks dance much better than I can. I have this problem of losing my balance when I try to walk around and dance at the same time.

The new tenants are fully moved in now, thank [$DEITY]. Getting everyone settled was a bit of a challenge, what with pre-existing conditions and all, but I think we are starting to get them integrated into the routine. Of course the routine takes a major change when Mrs. the Poet retires from taking the flavor out of children’s food at the middle school she’s been working for the last 25 years, starting next Friday. Then she says she is going to completely upset my routine and get me off the computer and out of my “cave” as my office is referred to around the house. This should be interesting… as in “where do I hide the bodies?” interesting.

And now I need to clean up and get ready to go to church.

Opus the unkillable badass Poet

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