I went to pilates yesterday morning. We had time for a short walk first. I stopped at the Farmers' Market on the way home and got some potatoes and zucchini. I spent a little time in the garden. It wasn't very hot yesterday, but humid, threatening but not delivering rain.

My Dad came over for a bit and planted some broccoli and lettuce for me. He was feeling down because the food we had eaten Friday night had made him sick and he doesn't know what he can do to keep from being sick so much.

Ray was splitting wood and hit his finger, so he came in and put ice on it. It is very discolored and he will surely lose the nail.

Ray and I had leftover rice salad for lunch and Captain went home to eat canned chicken soup.

Ray and I watched the Olympics we still have recorded and rested up.  I would have made some ginger cookies, but I'm out of eggs. Fortunately, I figured it out in time, so I have creamed butter and sugar in the fridge. I needed two eggs for dinner, to make frittatas with peppers and potatoes, which were delicious. And have one left for pancakes this morning.

After supper, I tried to rustle up some kind of outfit for Groovy Nights. I still have some things I wore in the 70s--or at least something a lot like. A long "peasant" skirt and cotton over shirt, for instance. But the costumes at Groovy Nights tend more toward shiny materials and bright colors--white boots are big too. So I changed to a black and white dress I have, with beads, eye shadow and white lipstick. And my Bass sandals--I have been wearing basically the same sandals since then. I have two pair, because my Mom had exactly the same ones. So I don't need to buy any more sandals for a long time...After all, we're certainly not going to win the costume contest.

I was pretty off the whole night--I really didn't want to go anywhere and it was loud and crowded with people I don't know. Deb and John met us there. I was forbidden from bidding on any auction items--but there weren't any I wanted, really. I spent $5 on a drink and $10 on a frog bath mat. It's cute and I felt sorry for it, because no one else was bidding on it. Maybe I'll give it to someone for Christmas.

We danced a little, but they played the same songs over and over, some that we like, but not all my favorites from the 60s and 70s, just the pounding repetitive ones, like YMCA and Celebrate and We are Family. It's just too much the same every year. They have footage of Soul Train they show, which is interesting, but seems to me to border on racism sometimes--the ads for hair products are fascinating. They serve chocolate fondue, which is yummy, but hard not to get on yourself. We couldn't sit at a table because they were all reserved for people who spent more than we did--or planned better. So we sat on chairs and ate on our laps.

We came home after 11.