These women are amazing. Most of them look fabulous and can shimmy and roll and wiggle and shake and vibrate and undulate in beat to the music. I remained standing upright, so that was huge for me. Carolyn and I smiled at each other on rare occasion. The rest of the time we just kept moving. Moving. Moving. Shuffling, stepping, hopping and dancing. The last five minutes of the class is a dancing yoga style cool down. That is my favorite part of the class.
We enjoyed ourselves enough to say we would meet again last night. I worked at the Opera House during the day. Most of Jefferson County had travelled in mass to Tallahassee to try and dissuade the closure of the Jefferson Correctional Institute (JCI). This is our state correction facility located in our rural county. They are the largest employer in Jefferson county and this closure is going to affect our economy significantly. I held down the fort. I did a little filing, answered the phone, took reservations and finished writing the draft of the minutes from our January Board Meeting. I got to visit with Judy, Jack and Jan as they came in to work on the set for Nobody's Perfect
After Lisa got back and I was no longer needed at the office, and they were not ready for me to really start painting on the stage yet, I headed over to the Flying Eagle, our boyscout hall where I worked on a scarf while I waited for the class. There were about half as many woman last night that had been the previous night. There were also a few women who had not been at the class last night. The music started up and off we went. After the first dance Carolyn looked at me and said she could feel it in her legs. I could feel it in my abdomen. We giggled back at each other and reminded ourselves, that this is why we were there. To move. Just to move. The music thrummed on, some dances were Middle Eastern music like what a belly dancer might use, others were salsa, there was even a couple more rap like. The strangest were the ones that sounded like all the above to me. The hour swept by faster then the previous night. I don't think I was any better then the night before because there were muscles that were whining, just a little. Not real pain as much as I was noticing muscles I wasn't aware of.
When I got up this morning and looked in the mirror I think I could see a difference. Nothing big, but since I have so little body fat when a muscle changes even a little it looks different. Or was it just in my mind? I am not sure, but I feel better about myself. Carolyn and I planned on going again tonight, but I realized that I have a Stage Company Board Meeting and then to rehearsal. This next week is a bit tricky for me in that I am now involved in two plays, so I have to coordinate rehearsals.
I am down to the last 4 inches to weave on my shawl. I did the first six and a half feet in less actual weaving time then the last 6 inches. I am getting there. Even if I just weave a nail or two a day, I am still determined to get this shawl done. My goal is to be able to have the weaving done before the Super Bowl so I can start knotting it off during the game.
The weather here is gray. We might get a little rain, but only spotty
|Bob and his ball|
|Harry, the old man|
|Edna, okay doesn't she look crazy? that thing around her next keeps |
her distracted enough to leave the rest of us alone
|Henry, after Edna had just stuck her nose where Henry did not think it belonged|
It is hard to complain about this winter. The sun peeks out once in a while, raising hopes of warmer weather, but honestly, it is not that cold, just an illusion. But a quick walk around the yard found my pink perfection camellia blooming
|truly pink, truly perfect|
|A variegated Frank Hundly, bigger then my hand|
Today would have been my husband's 61st birthday. Tuesday would have been our 26th wedding anniversary if only............ But life did not turn out that way. No, life took a different journey. I see the steps, the actions, I see the consequences, I see how I got where I did. Every possibility is out there. And this is where all those possibilities brought me. I love where I live. I love my property and all the possibilities it gives me. I love all the possibilities for my life. So many fun things to do. So much love to share with beloved ones. Yep, possibilities. They make life so much more interesting.