Sunday, September 10, 2006

Turn the Radio On


I forget. That I’m an old soul. That my bikini days and summer blonde magic are memories. Thank God. So in my naiveness, my “I can’t see to look in the mirror, anyway” blindness, I haven’t noticed that I’m not 18 or 29 or 32 anymore. I don’t mind blowing out a zillion birthday candles, as long as they don’t light my hair on fire. I have never suffered through a birthday. I don’t even understand that. I’ve had good days and bad days, good years and bad years, but birthdays? They don’t mean anything, except by the grace of God, you just had another one. And you might need to renew your auto registration.

And so it goes, that today, my body is crumpled. Not from osteo, backaches, heartaches, palpitations or anxiety. From forgetting that I’m getting old. Or older, to say the least. So last night, with three beers in my belly, 20 dollars in my pocket, contacts in these rheumy brown eyes with blue rings, we went out dancing…. My neighbors and I….

And we rocked and we rolled and we dipped and we shimmied and we shook and we twisted and we bumped and we grinded (I think everyone else was line dancing, I can’t really remember) and we closed the bar down (I’m sure they were glad to see us go! This motley crew flicking our bics on the darkened dance floor) and we moved the party here, dancing on the leopard skin rug in the couchless living room ….until it was so late that if you were 18, you would have made mistakes…..

Pardon me, while I have a relapse.

7 comments:

Maryellen said...

If you did all that you're not even near "older". I'm as old as I am and I still go out "disco" dancing a couple nights a month. There is a club that plays just disco those nights. So fun. And I do it even with "osteo, backaches, . . . anxiety." And I'm sure I can add a few more. If the mind is young, the body has to follow. It is just the residence we live in this time round. If the mind wants to dance the body has to. Yup!

skinnylittleblonde said...

LOL Maryellen.
They say 'dance like nobody is watching' and I say 'and if they are watching, dance like you want them to smile...for you, with you or at you!'

Maryellen said...

That is the power of "dance". If you aren't smiling and someone isn't smiling back, let go and really dance. It's all in the primitive letting go of form and formality, and leaving your mind behind you in the chair. Motion, the rhythm in the veins, nerves, muscles, heart and soul, but please no room for the mind. Oh yes! The rhythm is gonna get ya. The day I stop dancing in this life is the day I start dancing in the womb of a new life's mother. I think we are dancing P. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha . . . . .

skinnylittleblonde said...

LOL, honestly, I dance with my eyes closed. If they are open, I am just going through the motions.
I'll leave looking good while dancing to the professionals, dancing simply feels good.
Singleton, I notice your readers are still hanging onto your charmed necklace and your eyes are closed too. Maybe you can't see what I see, but your 'summer blonde magic' is not so much a memory.
...more like making more memories!
ILY & wish I was there.

skinnylittleblonde said...

Found in a package today, from our powerful Aunt Rachel...
"Life May Not Be the Party We Hoped For, But While We Are Here We Might As Well Dance!"

eric313 said...

You're plenty young.

Your soul is young

Maybe the body ages, but who's isn't?

You are awesome, miss blue lady with the rheumy brown eyes with blue rings. You're a mermaid in my book.

And I will have a book, one day!

Just you wait and see.

singleton said...

eric...I sooooo know you're gonna have a book, and it is so gonna grace my mantel, it's pages worn and loved, like home.....

I can't wait to see!