Walking, laughing, dancing and eating: our version of a balanced life

Kathy and Ken communed with nature a little less than the rest of you this weekend, apparently. We went for a walk to the beach in Hubbards on Saturday night, but hardly noticed the leaves or the sea, as all was pitch-black. With a crew crew nearing 20 – Merle and Ray, Vince and Claire, Micheline et Cliff, Steve and Jane, Jane Wright and her new fella, Barb and John Arthur, and a half-dozen odds and sods, we went to the lobster dinner and 50’s and 60’s dance at the Shore Club, for many of us the second time this summer. The beach walk covered most of the hour between the meal and the band’s set-up, so it was a nice long leisurely stroll. Lovely evening of talking and laughing and dancing (K&K danced more than 2/3 of the first set – many of them real poppers! Once home it took us three minutes at least to talk our sore and weary muscles and bones out of the car and up the stairs.)
Thanksgiving dinner at Steve and Jane’s on Sunday, with another squad of pals. The turkey, one of Joel and Linda’s (and we have another in our freezer) was succulent, trimmings piled high and wide and traditional nut-filled desserts.
Signs of fall at last. Crisp nights and even though sunny days are relentless, they’re usually cool enough for a sweater.
Congratulations to Matt; came out of nowhere to win the first week of the famous Finally hockey pool. One week down, eight months to go…Ken and Ben – who often have more important things on our minds – did marginally less well (and promise not to report the standings each week).