At book club this afternoon, we had the author of our book attend as a speaker. She lives in the area, so it wasn't a coup, but something I hadn't experienced before. Of course, we couldn't discuss how we felt about the book, which we do normally, although one woman didn't hold back in expressing her displeasure at the ending. The author's response? "Well, you can write your own book!" Can't say as I blame her. Although I agreed, I felt it was pretty rude. And the author spent half the time promoting her other books (which she brought for sale), so not as exciting as I thought it would be.

At line dancing this evening, we had three new complicated dances, which sent Hurma and me into an uncoordinated frenzy. But we laugh and press on.