Good Morning Sunday!  After a week of sticky nasty weather, it is sunny again!  Our turtles are out on their log (they've been quite depressed with the change of weather) and we were not afraid getting out of the comforter this morning.

Last week was a blast!  From participating in an art auction for a benefit (we got two cool works -- they were below the market price), to the visit to the 'Mean Christine' (she's not that mean, actually, other than to those little 'stars' and 'planets', her terms for surface and deep-pore zits).  

A drop-by to a dance company's Open House brought back old memories of being dancers ourselves, growing up.  It also brings out new desire to conquer the dance floor once again, this time maybe doing Hustler, Argentinian Tango, or even Zouk (our stick-like, angle/edge-formed figure makes it funny to do hop-hopey type of dances like the Jitterbug or Swing).

Jazz followed us wherever we went last week.  And we hope it will keep doing so this coming week.  

Last week was when old fancies re-match with present reality.  It was monumentally inspirational.  

images: Lindyhopper Frankie Manning, Life Magazine 1941