Things are going relatively okay. I can't complain. I'm loving weekends now. It's a break from certain things. Friday I took a night off of technology, phone wise, since I do everything on it now-checking facebook, email, messaging, etc. Not that it really mattered since no one really calls me except a select few and Dad always manages to call at the wrong moment. haha. I just got to watch the Muppet Caper and enjoy some silliness at the end of a long week.
Saturday night the Fosters had a live salsa band play at the studio. I danced with a couple of different guys. There's an older gentleman, Jack, who comes on a regular basis and is really good at leading. I made sure I danced the bachata with him. I tried a cha cha with a younger guy that obviously danced a lot, but I had a hard time following him. There is also another Rich that comes to the salsa class with a partner and I danced with him a couple of times. So I had my psuedo Rich there. After dancing with the guys, I realized that Rich had put up a lot with me and never complained which makes my heart ache even more. Sometimes I wonder why I bother with dancing, but at least I'm out there doing it and not complaining about having something to do. I love being with the Fosters. They make my week.
I know you ask why you bother to dance sometimes, but I have to say that you are braver than most. I know a lot of people, myself included, who would love to learn how to dance but just never do or are afraid to try something new. You are awesome Becky and I suspect that dancing has been good for your soul and it's just super fun :). Jill
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