Dance, I say!

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Being able to dance is a wonderful.  Being able to dance skillfully and gracefully is truly a gift.  

Manzanita used her skill and love of dancing for the 2013 A-to-Z Blogfest.  Every day she shared a new dance and her experiences.  They were marvelous.

For one whose dreams alone allow me to dance, I confess that I am rhythmically impaired.  Two steps and I am lost.

But that does not take away the joy of dancing, of watching dancing.  The best dance ever done took place on New Year’s Eve, 1979. 

Our daughter was about 4 ½ and our son “Johnny” had just turned one.  We always threw a ‘big’ party with our small children on that day.  We let them stay up until almost 10 PM and eat all manner of party foods.  We put on our favorite music albums and artists, cranked the music up loud, and we danced.  We danced all over the house.

It was the Fleetwood Mac album when the real dance began. 

While still not too steady on his feet and clothed in a simple diaper, Johnny was stunned by “Tusk”.  He held onto the coffee table, and he danced.  And boy, did he dance!  Perfect rhythm, into the music, shaking his head, singing as only a toddler can!

When the  sorta-free form drum solo kicked in, he stopped and waited for it to be over.  Then the music started again.  And Johnny broke into dance.

I have never looked at dancing the same.  And I still like the Tusk album.

p.s.  Johnny is now a man, a talented pianist, with perfect pitch and rhythm.

New Christmas Carol Proposal

You really should see this site....

Halloween is over—Thanks Be to God.

Now the stores will start running a loop of synthesized Christmas music through the overhead speakers.  Over and over.  Shoppers will unknowingly be inspired to shop “in the spirit of the season”.  Or perhaps, they will quickly shop simply to escape the store ; their decision making skills will be affected by the thoroughly slaughtered versions of old favorites, and junk will fly off the shelves.

I would like to propose a new Christmas song.

When my oldest daughter was about four years old, she would ask for everything and anything she saw.  We almost always said “no” and told her that she could not have everything she saw.  (She really hated when we did that.)

So here is my suggestion for a new Christmas classic:

Yes, I know.

We sang only the chorus to our four year old.  So edit the rest out and burn the chorus into the store music, and I think it could be acceptable.

Note:  Do you know how many YouTube videos of Rolling Stones with Mick Jaggers singing this song exist?  Culling through them was like watching a time continuum, with Mick and the band aging visually.

It is a Saturday and this somehow hung in my mind until I put it into a blog post.  As John Gray@ Going Gently would say:  Hey-ho.

Wednesday Words: Sock Drawer Annual Conference

It was time for the Annual Sock Drawer Conference.  Halloween was over, and now it was time to settle down to business.  Mated socks sorted out the un-mated.  Static held them all together.

New socks had joined the Drawer, with holidays ahead.  Some Turkey Socks and many new Christmas socks had been welcomed, mantled labels removed.  Again, language was limited to their country of origin.  “Made in China, 50% cotton and 45% polyester, with 5% spandex!”  

The Sock Drawer philosophy needed to be explained.

The mantra of the Drawer was to serve the Wearer, pure and simple.  No matter the inclement weather or the racing around the owner might do, the Socks were there to assist tractor, the shoes who propelled the Wearer to the desired destiny.

As a precursor to the meeting, the Sock Drawer sang its national anthem.  

“Heel and cuff, instep and toe.  We welcome you to our Land.  Gusset and heel, tightly wove.  Cotton or whatever. The threads of socks that have gone before,  join us in homage to you with our voice. Static and lint  all abound, We welcome you to our Land.” ***

With that, the Sage Surgical Sock with chevron rubber footing cleared its throat, pounding the stump of a pencil, and announced, “Let us begin.”

*** Sung to the tune of “Oh, Tannenbaum”.

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Oh that Delores @ Under the Porch Light!  Again, she has delighted the blog world with choice words.  Go to her site to see what other delights have been written!!!