It’s raining out, the wind whips a cold spray of water at me when I let in the dog. I need to pick up each poodle paw and wipe it dry. This tickles her and she tugs her foot spasmodically. Now I look at my list of rain chores:
- Listen to music and dance
- Play Cranium with my husband
- Play Apples-to-Apples with my kids
- Bake sweet bread
- Clean out the basement shelves
- Talk on the phone
- Hang out at Gather and Facebook
- Write some more
Listen to music and dance is a great way to exercise. Even if you don’t like to exercise, it’s still a great activity. I like to dance to Cajun, Zydeco, Celtic, Scottish, and Gypsy music.
I once was at the Irish Festival held in August in St. Paul, Minnesota. The Sweet Colleens were playing and I was, of course, dancing. They were rigfht on the river–Mississippi River–and the sun was blazing. One other woman was dancing and I thought to myself, “I hope I’m dancing like she is when I’m thirty years older.”
Incredibly, a young girl, about ten years old, came up to me at another dance–BeauSoleil in Kansas last August, and said, “I like the way you dance.” I like that whole idea of a circle. I’m over thirty years older than that ten-year-old and she maybe thought to herself, “I’d like to dance like that when I’m old.” I’m chuckling at myself.
Age is all relative, isn’t it? I love getting older. It’s so much better than the alternative. Cliche, I know, but true as can be. I want to keep getting older for another fifty years. But for now,