F 1 D 0 -- 02 04 10 at 14 00 What a week. I wish I could take a lot of time to write you, but I'll have to summarize. I'm at my folk's place, where they're showing me their new cockatoo. And I am reaquainting myself with the others of the flock here. They truly love me. I wanted to make sure Mom was able to come online to write me. She was having some trouble with her connection. It is working now, as you can see. I just came from Nathan's place, where I was able to load most, but not all, of the things I've stored there. I'll be back again for April 20 weekend. That is a good thing. Yesterday I went to see Tom and Cindy, who were storing some things for me, such as my winter coat, and my leather jacket. They went to my old home to gather the old appliances. I'm glad they got them out. We got to see Mark, who had also been holding things he picked out during the same visit. Yesterday was Tuesday, and it was a chance for English Dance. Day before was Monday, and I did Irish. Both were special- I got to dance with Ann. She's so good at this. But she is new- so she hurt herself. Sigh. I've got my violin from Kevin! So I'm able to do music with my own instrument again. Friday-Saturday-Sunday had the spring thaw weekend. This was all I'd been hoping it would be. Christine, who leads English, had a portion of the dance. Too bad her knee is hurt. So she missed the festival, except for her teaching portion, done seated. But a dancer forced to sit through a festival is a sad thing. I was here for Monday prior, where I did things for Sanderson Taylor. It had a happy ending, but it was very tense for me for a while. I have to wonder why I do this. For money I suppose. That's All I Know.