The few remnants of Fall are desperately trying to survive as the leaves hang on for one last gasp while Canadian Winds howl through Dallas at 50 mph this morning. Mixed with a smattering of rain it is one of the few days of the year that I find I can't venture out, or at least choose not to, in order to conduct business.
That being said, I've decided to open the Devil's Workshop with my idle hands and muse about things on my cluttered mind.
As Dancing With the Stars comes to its conclusion tonight after a way too long season I have to make a confession.
Although the demographics indicate that the dancing reality show is most watched by women, I will admit I am a fan. Not so much for the "B" list of celebrities that strut across the floor but because I like dancing.
The person who promised to love, honor and twinkle my toes and I spent the first couple of years of our marriage spending at least one night a week cruising the dance scene and showing off our stuff. As a matter of fact, our first encounter almost 21 years ago happened when I asked her to dance.
But like everything that once glittered it eventually fades, we now only have a chance to twirl and dip at an occasional wedding.
I guess it's partly lack of time, partly too tired and partly we find ourselves in a little funk at the end of the day and settle in to either watch a movie or get caught up in a stupid sitcom.
But boy, I miss dancing.
Recently, I have called or stopped by one of the many dance studios that suddenly are appearing all over town to inquire about lessons.
Even though Pattye and I make great partners and have some good moves, both of us would like to learn new dances such as the Salsa and the Swing and a perfect Waltz.
And what better time to start dancing again now with its great resurgence.
As I gaze out the window and watch the leaves dance their final dance as they twirl round and round in the wind trying to break free from their branches, I feel young again and am eager to spin my mate across the floor.
I think I might pass on the green shoes that Emmitt wore last night but a tux with tails might not be out of the picture.
Shall we dance?
2 comments:
You betcha!! Get out there and dance. To me there is nothing better for the soul than dancing with a partner that can "feel" your every move before you even make it. I don't do it much anymore either, but you've made me feel like maybe I should try.
You do like to dance..Arthur Murray would be proud of you. Dancing wakes up the soul and renews your spirit..Would you save a dance for me maybe?
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