Just Call Me Twinkle Toes (Episode 4)

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Just Call US Twinkle Toes!

When I was in the 7th grade, I got into a bad habit of starting every sentence with the word “well”; and I would do so on whatever homework I was assigned.  It looked something like this…

“Well, the capital of the United States is Washington, DC.”
“Well, if Kimmy had 7 pencils and Johnny had 8 pencils, but Johnny wanted to prove his love for Kimmy so he gave her 6 pencils – then Kimmy would have 13 pencils.”
“Well, the solar system has 9 planets.” (or whatever it has these days)

You get the idea.  Not surprisingly, the assignments would be returned to me with very large red marks through the unnecessary “well”, and my grade would reflect  the error of its inclusion. I learned quickly not to begin sentences with the word “well” – especially not on homework.

I have found, however, that blogging lends itself to beginning sentences with this word.  I’ve tried to break myself of this grammatically incorrect habit, but to no avail.  I think this is because blogging seems like a snap shot into a conversation – one that has already begun and is simply continuing on towards a different topic.  Perhaps similar to how two friends meeting over coffee might talk – first about the kids or husbands and then on to other topics. In this type of scenario, the natural transition to a new line of conversation is the word “well”.  This blog, I feel, has taken on that sort of dynamic – the never ending coffee date conversation – each entry just a new topic point.  I say all this to say that I don’t see my bad transitional habit being corrected here on this blog….

WELL, we had our final dance lesson class last Tuesday.

The first half of class was simply a train wreck.  Those of you who read this blog know we are in the midst of selling our house and moving out to the woods. We took possession of the “new” house in February – so even though we are still living in our “old” house, we have begun the transferring of things to the “new” house. Great in theory and practice – I know – but there are some things that just go wrong when you are living in two places at once and we are struggling through those pains.  Also, one of our cars keeps breaking down.  We have no explanation for this – it simply won’t start – we thought we had fixed it but it died again – and it just keeps dying and sucking the life and money out of us.  It also means that while we are trying to determine what is wrong with it, we are down to one vehicle.  This poses a challenge as Terry works 30 min. away from our current home, we have a child in school, and I work a few days a week in Springfield.  None of these things are convenient when you have only one car. To help solve some of these issues, we have been staying out at the “new” house a few nights a week because the house is actually ON site where T works, so I can use the working car.  A perfectly adequate temporary solution, but one that brings into sharp focus the struggles of half your stuff in one house and half in the other.  This is an incredibly long way of saying – WE ARE EXHAUSTED AND INCREDIBLY SHORT TEMPERED. So, it does not surprise me at all that the first half of class last week was a struggle.  We were tired, we were grouchy and at one point I think we were ready to just storm out because we had stepped on each other one time too many.  But, at about the halfway mark, we moved on – to the Rumba.

Remember how I said I didn’t like the Rumba?  That it was called the dance of love, but I had no love for it?  That I felt like a chicken with broken legs when trying to execute the turn in the Rumba?  Well, I was wrong.  Something happened on that fourth and final night of the lessons and the Rumba saved us.  We actually got it and had fun doing it – and I think it may be our new favorite.  It kept us in the room anyway. The last 40 minutes or so of the class was quite fun; and I’m glad we stayed.

I always get sad when things end – even things that were hard and frustrating – I struggle with saying good bye. So, it was a little sad to see this course come to a close.  BUT I found out two things that helped me feel more cheery.

  1. There is actually a place IN TOWN that has a night dedicated to ballroom dancing. Two times a month the VFW has a ballroom dancing night. And for $10 a person you can go and dance for 3 hours.  I had NO idea.  Our instructors try to go every time and invited us all to come and practice if we so desired.  The next one in March is the 24th, which is one day before our 9th wedding anniversary – so if we can get a sitter we plan to go and see if we remember how to do anything or at least have an excellent venue for some epic people watching.  Come ON, you know that is gonna be amazing.
  2. Our church is trying to gauge interest in doing the next level of this ballroom dancing course. We expressed our interest – so we MAY be continuing on.  I’ll let you know if/when that comes to fruition.

WELL, that about does it for this series on our ballroom dancing adventure.  I have to say that I am so glad I stepped out of my comfort zone and that my husband was willing to step out there with me.  We had fun.  It was a lovely (and sometimes infuriating) distraction from the other craziness in our life right now. We weren’t completely uncoordinated. We got to spend some time together working towards a similar goal. AND I got to share it with all of you.

Thanks for reading along.

Next blog – yeah, I have no idea what the next blog will be about.  I’m sure something noteworthy will strike me soon.

Y’all have a good day!

 

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