Keep on learning, keep on moving...

....the mantra of the elders. The mantra of these elders. And this weekend encouraged both. Fran and I competed in the Maine state bridge tournament, starting out in a blaze of glory (first place!) that ended Sunday afternoon in ashes (last place!) But we are inspired to work harder! to learn more!! to do better!!!

That evening Wayne took over, orchestrating an absolutely delightful outing. He talked the Smiths into taking a set of four ballroom dancing lessons with us. (Oh no, Wayne, not again!) Richard might have been even more reluctant than I; hard to say. But, oh my, we all loved it. Richard so much so that he signed on to go next Sunday, even though Fran will be out of town. The best instructor--b-a-s-i-c, non-intimidating, affirmative, really really good. We all are eager for next summer dance at the River Club, the next wedding anywhere, the next lesson.

Well, so, then Wayne also picked the spot for dinner. Another success! among the most critical of diners (Fran and me). A newly revamped Thai restaurant down the street from Maine Ballroom that has replaced all the skeezy fringed lampshades with wood and grey and aluminum. The very picture of cool. And we enjoyed the food, too. Especially the grilled sticky rice.

Wayne definitely won more points over the weekend than Fran and I (who had to settle for 1.62)

Bradford: please do be prudent. Exposing the government seems rash, to say the least. Clara: we are counting on you to keep our travelers safe. We loved the pics. You don't look to need dancing classes...