When I was in high school and bought some of my clothes at the DAV thrift store, they called me quirky. When I made a cool pair of bell bottom jeans out of my dad’s old work pants, they called me quirky, but they also asked me where I got them. When I broke tradition… Continue reading Q is for Quirky
Category: dancing
M is for Music
In a stressed-out world, one of the best things I can do for myself is to relax and de-stress by either singing music or dancing to it. Once a week I go off and sing with my chorus of 130 people. During those two hours, I don’t think about world news, White House news, weather… Continue reading M is for Music
G is for Girlfriends
The older we women get, the more important our girlfriends become to us. Our men leave us, either by divorce, illness, or death. There are nine women in every assisted living place for every guy. On the dance floor, there seem to be fifteen dancing women for every dancing guy. The other day I went… Continue reading G is for Girlfriends
F is for Frantic
I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen. It’s the next morning. This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish, fighting (more… Continue reading F is for Frantic
D is for Dancing
Spring is here; summer is on its way. That means outdoor dancing venues with earlier performances, perfect for seniors looking to be home by ten. Gotta catch the news, you know. But there’s one more late show this weekend, an all-time favorite R & B band that plays Black soul, Black blues, Black disco, and… Continue reading D is for Dancing
B is for Boots
A spring wedding means pastel colors and floral prints, right? But what if it’s still raining on the wedding day? And what if you have to walk up to the altar, turn to face the crowd, and then need to read a poem without tripping or falling over? For me, that means wearing the shoes… Continue reading B is for Boots
The White Album
(re-run) The last time I saw the Beatles cover band in the Santa Cruz mountains hippie town of Felton, I noticed that most of the crowd was coupled off, and most of the couples didn’t dance. They were too old, having been die-hard Beatles fans for fifty years. It was a shame. The floor is… Continue reading The White Album
First Date Red Flags
Okay, you said yes to the guy who asked you out two years ago and you turned him down. Now he has shown up at a dancing venue in Concord on the same day you wondered whatever happened to him. You see, he lives in San Francisco and you live in Suburbia. Then you agree… Continue reading First Date Red Flags
Drinking, Dancing and Driving
I am a happy version of a designated driver. Instead of abstaining completely, I drink two glasses of wine per dancing event. I drink early and then stop. I do this for two reasons. #1 — I am a lightweight with alcohol. #2 — I need to drive friends that drink more than I do.… Continue reading Drinking, Dancing and Driving
To Dye or Not to Dye
Driving to Monterey today, looking at the velvety green hills and the occasional sprinkles of white on the tallest ones, my mind started composing this blog post. I thought about how everyone in California dyes his or her hair – menopausal women (no surprise there), old guys, young women, teen-aged boys. Everyone, at least it… Continue reading To Dye or Not to Dye
