Ten Ways to Rain Dance

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:

1. Write
2. Read
3. Listen to music and dance
4. Play Cranium with my husband
5. Play Apples-to-Apples with my kids
6. Bake sweet bread
7. Clean out the basement shelves
8. Talk on the phone
9. Hang out at Gather and Facebook
10. Write some more

1:55 PM

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,

I'm done.
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