Dancing

I went to a dance on Saturday night with major apprehensions. I had not danced for about 4 years. And before that, I danced with the same partner for about 30 years. But to my surprise, I was able move around the floor without killing anyone and I don't believe my partner is in the hospital getting casts on her feet.

I think most of the credit goes to J for being able to follow my rusty lead. There was only one song where I had to ask J to leave the floor because I could not feel the beat of the song and knew I must have looked awkward as hell. (Kind of like an ostrich running on a frozen lake)

I will chalk the night up as a success. Thank you J for the invitation and in rehabilitating my hereto for retired dance moves.