Yesterday was one of highs and lows. Cool enough in the morning, but in the 90s most of the day. We went to Pilatess (yay!), where there were only 3 of us. There were signs of home game traffic, but not a problem for us. We went to the bank, got gas, and went to the farmers' market. After lunch, I was somewhat at loose ends, since it was too hot to do anything outdoors. Eventually, I started making some chili that I would freeze for future meals, as well as making supper. After supper, we hurried to pick up the Turkish women scientists to take them to the contra dance. It was great fun and they enjoyed it. Susan and Tim were there, Doug A., Mary W. and Charlie J., and a few other people that we have known for 20 or 25 years. A few from the Fellowship. I took the ladies home to Student Housing, by way of Five Points to buy some bread. They don't have a car, so it must be difficult. They wanted to walk home. I said it was probably safe, but I would rather drive them. Ray had a great time dancing and, as usual, danced every dance, changing his shirt halfway through when it was soaked with sweat.

As we walked in the door, it appeared I had left the chili on the stove. It was charred and the smoke was choking. No harm done, even the pot seems okay, but the house still smells. In his haste to try to get the hot pot outside and open the door at the same time, Ray dumped it upside down on the little rug by the front door! I can't believe I didn't turn it off--not to mention the wasted effort and ingredients.