Respite

A morning digging a hole, followed by two hours in the evening dancing to ska on a concrete floor, may not have been the best for my knees. Not that I would change anything. Apparently, there is a strong ska scene in Utah County, a Mormon stronghold - BYU is there.

The bands last night were amazing. Well, one left me rather cold, but the first and third were irresistible. A bit of swing thrown in, grovin' showmanship, great show. More young kids than we are used to at events, but better behaved than adult drunks at rock concerts by far. Minus the child outliers, audience skewed older. Loud, but only ear-numbingly rather than splitingly. Instead of a mosh pit, there was a dancer maelstrom, impressive. I wished myself my twenty year old body for a few hours.

A long time since we've been out on a date, that feels the same as ever.

Still, aside from the aches and limitations that I slam into, there is no earlier age I would prefer. To regress would be to relinquish hard won knowledge. Taking it easy today, though, let the cells do their jobs in peace.

No more rain yet today, but a pleasant not-hotness, clouds, respite. We walked errands and through the park.