NEW! ~ The Pain of Performance Art
Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!
NEW ~ NEW ~ NEW ~ NEW ~ NEW
Online Workshop Date Changed
The STAR Online workshop, THEME: YOUR STORY'S HEART & SOUL, scheduled for August 1-31 has been changed to November 1-30. To register, go to http://members.aol.com/starrwa/workshop.pdf
THE PAIN OF PERFORMANCE ART
Yes, I survived our ballroom dancing lessons last night, thank you for asking. Oh. My. It's amazing how two hours of on your feet movement can create a great rendering . . . aka sweating like a horse.
The DH has no discernable sense of rhythm and, due to his auditory discrimination challenges, everything is pretty much noise that he doesn't too easily sort out. But he tries like crazy and has a determined glint in his eye. The instructor offers lots of help, but the DH flashes back to the excruciating music and dance lessons of childhood, going hard over to the defensive position. I've encouraged him to just accept the correction and go with it as he could, but it's rather difficult for him. We took a cruise once where I urged him, okay bribed, to join a little dance party/contest thing. For him, it was like being paraded naked before a firing squad without the blindfold or cigarette. I didn't ask him to dance for many years after that, but I love to dance, or so I thought, and the DH is ever wanting to please me. So, as my light-year high school reunion is coming up next month with the inevitable dinner dance, I thought we should look at least presentable.
That's what I get for thinking . . .
In any case, we've discovered that we can do a fairly mean waltz and we can meringue all night long. So if DJ plays any of that at the dinner dance, we're going to have our moment in the sun. Pray for us.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
NEW ~ NEW ~ NEW ~ NEW ~ NEW
Online Workshop Date Changed
The STAR Online workshop, THEME: YOUR STORY'S HEART & SOUL, scheduled for August 1-31 has been changed to November 1-30. To register, go to http://members.aol.com/starrwa/workshop.pdf
THE PAIN OF PERFORMANCE ART
Yes, I survived our ballroom dancing lessons last night, thank you for asking. Oh. My. It's amazing how two hours of on your feet movement can create a great rendering . . . aka sweating like a horse.
The DH has no discernable sense of rhythm and, due to his auditory discrimination challenges, everything is pretty much noise that he doesn't too easily sort out. But he tries like crazy and has a determined glint in his eye. The instructor offers lots of help, but the DH flashes back to the excruciating music and dance lessons of childhood, going hard over to the defensive position. I've encouraged him to just accept the correction and go with it as he could, but it's rather difficult for him. We took a cruise once where I urged him, okay bribed, to join a little dance party/contest thing. For him, it was like being paraded naked before a firing squad without the blindfold or cigarette. I didn't ask him to dance for many years after that, but I love to dance, or so I thought, and the DH is ever wanting to please me. So, as my light-year high school reunion is coming up next month with the inevitable dinner dance, I thought we should look at least presentable.
That's what I get for thinking . . .
In any case, we've discovered that we can do a fairly mean waltz and we can meringue all night long. So if DJ plays any of that at the dinner dance, we're going to have our moment in the sun. Pray for us.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 7:03 AM
