“If you get all tangled up, just tango on.”

The nor’easter started last night. Even the sturdiest tree trunks creak and bend with the howling wind. Leaves and pine needles cover every surface. The rain is heavy then light then heavy again. The wind never stops. The huge pine tree in my backyard sways as its trunk moves in the wind. The tree trunks near the deck dance back and forth when the wind is the strongest. Some branches won’t survive the storm, mostly the pines.

I am drawn to the door to watch the wind. It is so exhilarating.

The house is filled with sleeping animals. Gracie’s snoring in the only sound. I haven’t anything to do today. Football is on but not until later. I think I’ll read and relax. That sort of makes me laugh as my life is filled with relaxation.

Every wedding I went to as a kid played the Bunny Hop. My aunts always got up and danced. Almost every person who did get up was a woman. The Bunny Hop didn’t attract men. I always watched. It was sort of a silly dance. I also thought that only my aunts and their contemporaries were bunny hoppers, an old ladies’ dance.

When I was in the seventh grade, I joined the Saturday program my parish offered. Part of it was teaching us to dance. We were all girls so we had to take turns leading. The one dance I remember the most was learning to cha cha. The instructor showed us the steps then had us try them while she stood and repeated, “One, two, cha, cha cha.” We were taught turns and had to practice them a bit to try and keep the rhythm. Finally we were ready. We picked a partner, the music was started and we did the cha cha. We were awful. I haven’t gotten any better over time.

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12 Comments on ““If you get all tangled up, just tango on.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I’m not sure I ever did the bunny hop. Weddings I went to mostly had Electric Slide although, on two separate occasions, we did Rock Lobster.
    I always thought I was a poor dancer until I took Salsa lessons with a group of friends for a laugh. Turns out I was pretty damn good at it. Well, until I blew a meniscus and had to have surgery. After that the spirit was willing but the knees were not.

    It was snowing sideways up here. Piki Dog was traumatized. He refused even to go to the edge of the doorway to look out. He sat way back and shook. I hope he gets over that quickly.

    Right now it is much quieter. The wind has calmed down a bit though it’s still a steady blow.

    I have a spawn of Satan story. A grey spawn was running along the top of my neighbor’s wood stockade fence in hopes of getting to his tree ahead of me and the dogs. The wood stockade fence butts up to a nice new plastic stockade fence right by the tree. Spawn reached the plastic fence and tried to climb down it the way he would climb down a wood fence. He slid all the way to the ground and bounced off the grass before running off to the tree trunk. I laughed.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      The Bunny Hop isn’t been played at weddings in a while. I was young when every wedding played it. I can still remembering my aunts running to the dance floor.

      I just don’t have rhythm. I know it and have the whole of my life. I can follow during a slow dance but that is the extent of my talent.

      It is still blowing and raining here. Gracie went out one but the second time she got to the bottom of the steps and then ran right back into the house. It was because of the wind.

      The sliding spawn is a great story. I would have laughed too.

      Have a great rest of the day!

  2. olof1 Says:

    We’ve had a really wonderful day here, almost better than yesterday but perhaps a bit more windy. My laundry dried up in no time while hanging on my patio.

    It was like walking on a spring day but with all the autumn smells when the dogs and I were out walking 🙂

    We had dancing classes in school, mostly folk dance but also some more modern ones. I was lousy and still am at dancing 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      The wind is still howling. That means this storm has lasted all night and all day. It is suppose to be sunny tomorrow but it doesn’t look like it will right now.

      Poor Gracie has been out only once all day and that was this morning. She doesn’t want out at all. That wind is too horrific.

      I too am not a good dancer. That’s okay now as I seldom go where there is any dancing.

      Enjoy the evening!

  3. Birgit Says:

    Okay, I did it. I danced the Bunny Hop for the first time in my life. Hop – hop – hop. YouTube helped:

  4. flyboybob Says:

    When I was in the 6th grade my parents signed me up for ball room dance lessons. We prepubescent boys were paired up with girls in the class who were a half a head taller and more developed. I have no rhythm and two left feet was a disaster. I also counted out loud.

    Rock and roll came along at the right time and ball room dancing went out the window. I could bogey and twist with the best of them. I still had no rhythm but having two left feet didn’t matter.

    • katry Says:

      I understood that Texas had cotillion so learning to dance is a must. I would have hated that as I have no rhythm either.

      Rock and roll has no steps. You just make your own. and I liked that too.

      • flyboybob Says:

        I hadn’t ever heard of cotillion as a kid. I think that was for wealthy oil families and we were not in that group. My parents thought that learning to dance was an important part of my education for a better social life. This time was on the cusp of the era of drugs, sex and rock and roll. I only got rock and roll. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        I think it was for even the middle class. You had to learn the niceties including dancing. Even your parents understood the necessity of being a good dancer. Here up north it was a rec program if you joined it. I got the drugs and the rock and roll!

  5. Jay Bird Says:

    In eighth grade I enrolled at Miss ??? School of Dance in downtown Troy. Very reluctantly. But every girl had to have a boy enroll with them, to keep the numbers even. My cousin Cathy really wanted to go, and her older brother Jim convinced me (with suitable threats of physical violence) to sign-up with her. Lots of waltzes, Charleston and cha-cha, etc. Ugh.

    But when I got to high school and the Friday night “sock-hops”, my opinion changed. As a rather unattractive freshman, I always had a frosh girl to dance with… because I knew how to dance!!

    • katry Says:

      The eighth grade is such a muddled time. We were the big guys getting ready to graduate only to become the little guys again in high school. I applaud your wisdom: learning to dance was better than getting beaten.

      Knowing how to dance was a huge plus. I could cha cha but they seldom played one so I waited in anticipation.

      You were a keeper!

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