Both last evening, while enjoying a beverage with co-workers, and today, while shopping at a used-clothing store (a favorite activity), I heard Moondance by Van Morrison. Both times my feet started moving my body backwards. You see, I think Moondance is wonderful song by which to Foxtrot.
I've mentioned that Al is kind. At times he's also thoughtful, as well.
About 10 years ago, for my birthday, Al surprised me - and I mean really surprised me - with dance lessons at Arthur Murray. I think it may have been the best surprise he's ever given me. We had several lessons - 6? 10? - but didn't buy the $3,995 special that they tried so desperately to sell after those initial lessons. Although we declined (wisely) to invest our savings into more lessons, I've never regretted the lessons that we took.
Were we talented? Nope. But I thoroughly enjoyed it - enough that a couple of times we went to dances on Saturday nights at rather odd clubs where Al & I were among the youngest, if not the youngest, in attendance. I think that at least at first, Al enjoyed it too. We learned very basic Foxtrot, Rhumba, Tango, Meringue, Cha-cha, Waltz. We got to point that our dance partnership would impress non-dancers, for example at our company holiday party. We followed our lessons briefly with lessons at a local community college, but within a year or 2, our dancing had dropped by the wayside. My subsequent broken leg didn't help.
Given the opportunity, it's something I'd very much like to re-start, even with my gimpy leg.
How I pray that someday Al and I can recapture what was so good about us as a team - and begin to tackle new challenges! In the meantime, Moondance is resonating through my head, bringing back wonderful memories.
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