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It’s moving day. We’re hitting the road. It will be a long drive back to Texas, but it’s all downhill from New Mexico. The weather here in Taos was great, and last night I watched it rain at home. Sweet. And the temperatures are dropping as well. It appears Fall has decided to come to the Hill Country. We’ll see if it keeps its promise.
I had a great time at my first Big Barn Dance. I even took a turn on the dance floor. I should have done more, but baby steps. I haven’t danced a lot, except for the occasional turn, since I lost my partner in 2020. But the music has played on, and so have I and my friends are encouraging, and I’m persevering. A Plus, I enjoy the challenge of trying to be graceful. I grew up with the idea that Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly were cool guys and emulating them seems a laudable goal.
I think later this year I shall pursue lessons just to refresh the old two-stepping, waltzing, swing dancing, polka bouncing memory bank. After all, the key to learning anything is repetition. So, if you want to dance you have to dance and given the benefits of exercise, I might as well engage in dance as a remedy. Having danced the night away on occasion in the past, I remember the pleasure of moving and grooving to the music. It felt absolutely life affirming and it might be time to do it again.