Saturday, November 03, 2007

Have I told you guys that meeting my husband was the best thing that ever happened to me? He made me feel worth something, and pretty, and smart. And of course, he had a great butt. He and I share a love of books and music (even if our type of music isn't always the same). We have traveled a long road together.
When I was a kid we moved. A lot. Every 6 or 7 months it seemed. I got used to it, it got in my blood to wander. No art on the wall, simple stuff that packs easily. And no close friends. I guess I just figured out that making close friends was a waste of time, since I wouldn't be there long.

Now, I'm looking at the arrival of 20 years with the same man. 23 years in the same state. I've lived here longer than my "home" state of Texas. 17 years in the same little tri-city area. 7 years in this house. I've lived here longer than I've ever lived in any other place. I get a little uneasy still, wondering what will happen to make it fall apart, make me have to start over.

But that's not the point of this post.

My parents loved to dance. My mom and Dad slow danced together a lot, Daddy danced with us girls, a slow country song in the back ground. Mom taught me to jitterbug, but I never got good at it. My sister and I would two-step and polka together. And the Cotton-eyed Joe. And the Shottish (I think that's what it was called, the dance that usually followed the Cotton eyed Joe.)
Daddy would even fast dance with us, he would swirl his leg in a small circle in front of him, foot on the floor, he arms bent at his sides. Even though I thought it was the geekyest thing I ever saw, I still loved dancing with him. I spent most weekends in a dance hall going around the floor. There was a place, Magnolia Gardens, on Lake Houston, that had a covered slab of concrete with long picnic tables lining both sides. The bar on one end, the band at the other. We'd go spend the day at the "beach" that had been made there, then dance the evening away. All the bands played "Cocaine" and damn we loved to dance to that one.

But I love to slow dance. But it's been since before my father died that I've danced, I think.

Does anyone slow dance anymore?


Joan of Argghh! said...

Only at weddings, it seems.

The Jolly Roger and I like to Rumba if the music is right... Such a sexy, slow dance.

But it's not like just holding each other and swaying with the sheer loveliness of being together. That's the best.

Alexa said...

Now that's a wonderful loving way to connect to your man, seduce him a bit and have a little fun in the process.

Mrs. Who said...

The ONLY kind of dancing my husband and I do is slow-dancing. Despite my best efforts otherwise, :)!

Anonymous said...

.... oh yeah... lots of people still slow dance..... excellent post...