Americans don't have many holidays so they try to celebrate practically anything they can get away with. Apparently Leap Year is one of those occasions. I don't get it, but I don't have to. Americans won't get jumping over a big fire to chase the spirits away, either. So, John and I stopped by the Club House to see what's what. There was wine for those who are allowed to drink wine, and cheese for pregnant me. There were fruit plates and a (gasp!) chocolate fountain. There was a pool table, music, and scores of neighbors mingling and munching on sandwiches. It was sort of fun, but I mostly enjoyed the walk afterwards, when we looked up at the sky and saw Jupiter and Venus aligned with the Moon.
Below: The Cool Pool (as I like to call it) the way it presumably looks before and after a few glasses of champagne.