Fun, Games and Dancing, too!

I had some plans for this morning, to take care of things at the local clinic, but I was at a wedding last night and saw lots of old friends, and thought I was a teenager again. I found myself dancing more than I've been able to since I injured my heel last summer. Honestly, I didn't expect to be able to dance at all and wore my "spirit level 3" "orthopedic" shoes. I tried to hide them under a long skirt. Well, between the music and the company... So when I woke up, I discovered that there was no way I'd make it down to the clinic. The good news is that I can drink my coffee!

Great News!!
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Back to the wedding, or...
How I got back from the wedding
Long-time readers know that I've been working on myself to stop "freaking out," getting anxious about how/when I'll get places. Last night's wedding worked out far better than I could have imagined.

Tuesday is my long teaching day. Six lessons (with those teenage boys,) no real break, finishing at 7:15 pm. Mission impossible, considering that I have the remedial crowd. Mother-of the-Bride told me to ask my fellow English staff for a ride, and after changing my clothes in the quick break between the last two lessons, I went with them to the wedding. We arrived just as the ceremony ended. I stowed my jacket and wheeled-bag at my table and went off to say "mazal tov" to my old friend.

Then, as I explained in paragraph #1, danced and ate etc. I was more than pleasantly surprised to see that I had been seated at a table with some very dear friends from different stages in my life, which made the wedding an added joy. But I had no idea how I was getting home. It seemed pretty clear that I could get a ride to the "trempiada," bus stop/hitching post, but I'd be too late for our last public bus. I decided not to even think about it. What was the point? It would only ruin my evening.

So, at around 11pm I found myself being dropped off at the bus stop. It wasn't very crowded. About a minute later a regional council school bus stopped. Lots of people got in, and I asked where it was going. To my great surprise, it was doing a "keep them out of strange cars" route, and it would be stopping at the Shiloh Gate, a couple of miles from home, but close enough. When I got out, I saw a van, and I was invited in. It was straight to my neighborhood, taking a young woman home from work.

Baruch Hashem, Thank the Good Lord

Now, I just have to be a good girl and stay off of my foot so it heals again.