Courtesy of Luciana Ruivo via Flickr
My family was musical. My father had a band and everyone in my family either sang or played instruments. I am the only one that couldn’t carry a tune but I did play classical piano. (That was a real guy magnet, let me tell you….)
It was only logical that we all would either sing or dance around when we did things.
I danced with the refrigerator door. You did too. I believe everyone did. That was how I perfected my jitterbug. My mother always yelled because I would pull the door open, letting out cold air. When the twist and other unattached dances came into vogue, I didn’t need the refrigerator anymore. It was unfortunate because I am sure he missed me.
Courtesy of AraiGodai via Flickr
I slow danced with the vacuum cleaner; bugalooed with the broom and strolled down the hallway and out the door. It never stopped. Today I am no longer infatuated with appliances but I wiggle and jiggle all the time. I especially enjoy dancing down the stairs. I do Rockette kicks and pirouettes. It’s amazing that I am not dead. I only had one near fatal accident. Never, ever dance on stairs with socks. There is no traction. I think it was a particularly good high kick that did me in. Both feet went up and I landed on my derriere which bumped its way down the stairs. You should not be laughing. I was in my 50s. I could have broken a hip! You know what happens then. You go in a nursing home and croak! I was out of work for two days. Try to explain that to your boss! (The key here is to say you are having female issues. If you have a male boss they really don’t want to know.)
I wish there was an ending to this story but there isn’t. As I write this post, I am keeping time with my shoulders to some songs playing in the living room. I am going to try Zumba next week. If I live, I will be back.
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Laughed at the reference to the refrigerator! I still dance with my entertainment center, especially as I’m switching around music in the cd player. Hope you loved Zumba!! I can’t get enough of it. I discovered your blog because of Freshly Pressed and enjoy your voice…thanks!
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This had me giggling at the Rockette reference … great stuff!
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hahha Good luck and a Happy New Year to you!:)
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This is hilarious. Next time, please include a video or two! I like to dance in the kitchen, too, but our refrigerator is not that cute.
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Laughing out loud at this one!
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No more sock hops in the staircase, bum-mer! Now I’m going to put my Tina Turner Greatest Hits cd and get my grove on, Simply the Best! Thanks for another inspiring post.
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Loved this…so funny and smart. What dance do you do to classical piano? Who knew! You never cease to amaze.
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None. I played in a couple recitals and tried to act like the old time composers. You know, brushing hair back, cracking knuckles. My friends said it was stupid. End of that!
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Kate, Kate, KATE………….you are wonderfully fun and full of life. I LOVED this post!
Brilliantly painted pictures and I must say you looked rather dashing dancing down the stairs even if you did end up with a bruised derriere as well as ego, I am sure.
I keep tune with the pulsating of the planet with my toes and fingers. In church I cannot keep still when the organ belts out. and it is a very austere catholic church so imagine. ha ha
Love your personality which bursts forth in your blog!
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