___________ drops by on Sunday and we head down the street to the local bar to hear some bluegrass. It’s a dive bar and we get a drink and talk and laugh. At some point he pulls me up and we are dancing in the aisle between the bar stools and the wall. We are in our own world.
We talk about the other night and the fact that as we age things don’t always work the way they are supposed to. its a good open very communicative conversation.

I call an early night and he walks me home after a couple of drinks and some great conversation about music, dancing, and lots of other things.
We talk about a quickie later this week if I have time during the day.