So my dishes are in the sink. I’m still in my nightgown and it ain’t sexy, honey. The shoulder is ripped, it is flannel, pale blue and I have on my bright red slippers. The problem with these red slippers is they have the kind of rubberized bottom that makes it tough to slide around…dancing is tough…but after having surgery on my right ankle and breaking my left in the past two years, I guess dancing is going to be a bit tough…and a little ugly. But I do it anyway…dance…I swing my hips while I’m frying…and half chacha my way to the living room and wiggle and jiggle since it comes naturally to my chubby frame. What a life. I’ve always firmly believed men have to be drunk to dance, at least in public…but as my husband gets older, he dances for no reason or just because the radio is on…We’ve even danced in the street before a blaring band…and he wasn’t drunk…so I guess that shoots a hole in another lifetime belief. Another one bites the dust. If you dance, it is proof you are alive and upright and moving…a good thing to be sure…I love dancing in slippers.
May 15, 2008...4:24 pm
Dancing In Slippers
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May 18, 2008 at 9:02 pm
I play a guitar, sing and yes, at age 47 I dance. I am single now but yet not alone. So I too dance. All of the songs I sing are directed towards heaven. I am the worship leader at my church for our youth band. I have the privilege of mentoring teenagers and they even let me sing in the band. Among a room full of Christian youth I dance! Sometimes in my home I will just begin to dance. There have been many times during my life when I did not dance, but one day God touched me in such a way that I would never be the same again. So I dance! No matter what the weather brings I dance! Thanks for sharing and reminding me to dance and enjoy life today,
God Bless you Too!
Jordy
May 19, 2008 at 6:25 am
Dancing Man, How wonderful you lose the self- conscience crud of adulthood and do what all of us are meant to do…sing praise and dance…oh, and there is that thing about making fools of ourselves in front of teens…yeah, like that has ever stopped me! Keep on dancing. Make a loud and joyous noise. I would dance willingly in your shoes.