“One should dance while one still can.”

I have been busy this morning. Already I’ve gone to the garden center and gotten some more flowers for the pots and more soil to put those flowers in. Skip and his friend, now his handy helper, are filling pots with a variety of annuals of many different colors. They will be put on the deck rail and on the shelf just outside the backdoor. I have also spoken to my landscaper as I want the deck and the wooden furniture power washed. When summer finally comes to stay, my deck and I will be ready.

It is warm, 70˚. It will even get as high as 75˚ but will slide right down to 59˚ tonight. Today will be the warmest day of the week.

I can hear lawn mowers and peoples’ voices. It seems Saturday is still outside chore day but a lot noisier than when I was a kid. I also saw kids riding their bikes. I’m watching Jet Attack, a back and white movie from 1958, on YouTube. Add some Good and Plenty and some flying JuJus and this could be the Saturday matinee.

I have an empty dance card today, but I’m dressed for the outside world so I might just take a ride, a ride with no destination. I think I’ll go up-Cape.

Saturday has long been my favorite day of the week. When I was in the eighth grade, I had CYO basketball practice in the mornings and sometimes games in the afternoon. I loved playing basketball though in those days the rules for girls were far different. I was a guard and and was always stuck on one half of the court and wasn’t allowed to shoot for a basket, only the forwards on the other half of the court could do that. The reason for the half court was that  full court was considered too much physical activity for girls to handle. Girls, after all, were delicate. Our coach made us wear black high tops to protect our ankles. Mine were Converse.

Once basketball season was over, Saturday mornings were a variety of activities. I remember learning to cha cha. The record played was on the floor of the gym. We were in rows. Our coach, now our dance instructor, stood in front and showed us the steps. We followed as best we could. Next, she put us in pairs to cha cha. That’s when I learned the dance gene skipped me, but I did like to cha cha. One two, cha cha cha!

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14 Comments on ““One should dance while one still can.””

  1. Bob Says:

    During the years that you and I grew up the game of basketball was much different from the game played last night crowning the Golden State Warriers champions for the second year in a row. In the 1950s there was no shot clock, no three point shot and few players were taller than 6 ftoot 3 inches tall. They also did a tipoff after each field goal. Steph Curry makes unbelievable three point shots and Kevin Durant makes incredible baskets from anywhere. Lebron James is just a super human player.

    When I was in the sixth grade my parents enrolled me in ballroom dance class. Besides being an awkward preteen I have two left feet. They thought that I would need dance skills to meet girls at parties. Thankfully, rock and roll became popular and dancing the fruge or the twist didn’t require counting foot moves in my head just free form wild movements. 🙂 I could actually dance the cha cha.

    Saturday mornings were also my favorite morning because of the morning kids shows. Unfortunately, I had to abandon my TV heroes when I was 12 because I was forced to attend Saturday morning services at our synagogue while preparing for my Bar Mitzvah. My father would drive me there and drop me off and return later to pick me up. This helped to move me towards agnosticism bordering on atheism during my teenage years. 🙂

    You can guess the weather here for today, hot and sunny again. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      I remember Bill Russell who was 6’10”. After one game we went to a reception. I remember my father standing back to back with Russell on purpose so we could see how tall Russell was. My dad only went to the small of Russel’s back.Wilt was 7’1′, but Cousy was only 6’1″ and he was amazing. I saw a lot of the Celts when I was a kid. Games were cheap and you could take the subway to the Garden. I do remember the shot clock so it must have been around when I was young.

      I would have liked ballroom dancing. I think your parents were wise to enroll you, but rock and roll did put a damper on traditional dancing. I don’t think I was ever at a dance where the cha cha was played.

      I also loved Saturday morning kid shows, but in great weather we left the house earlier than usual so we could play the whole day.

      72˚ was the high today. The sun has disappeared, and it’s chilly.

      • flyboybob Says:

        The first really tall NBA player was George Mikan (6’10”) of the Minneapolis Lakers from 1946 to 1956. He would have played against Cousy.

      • katry Says:

        Cousy looked so short but he was a magician with that basketball. He passed in ways no one had seen before. I loved watching him play.

  2. olof1 Says:

    We reached 90,5 today before it finally started to cool down some. It is still way too warm but the fan is on and I’ll soon bring out some ice packs to let the wind from the fan blow on to cool down the room a bit more before we go to sleep.

    It will be just as warm tomorrow they say so we’ll only take the morning walk. There’s something in the anti tick/ fly spray that make Albin sick so I won’t use it any more. Too bad since it was so effective, so the cool morning is actually the only time we can walk around unless we enjoy being eaten by flies 🙂 🙂

    I think that Friday and Saturday was even when it came to favorite days in the week, both were days when one could stay up for as long as one wanted, not that I did stay up for long because I have always been a morning person 🙂 I am the most boring person when it comes to go out and have fun because I’m dead tired already at 9:30 pm 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      That is really hot. We might hit 90˚ once in a while but in August. My whole house is air conditioned because here the humidity is even worse than the heat.

      The rest of the week into next week will be in the high 60’s. The nights will be cooler.

      Poor Albin has so many allergies. At least he has shorter fur. Henry does too, and I was able to find a tick on him. I need to get the tick stuff you put o his fur.

      I agree about Friday and Saturday. I did like staying up later and sleeping later in the morning. Sunday was church so it was a second best to Saturday.

      Have a great day!

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    We learned square dancing and reels in grammar school. The boys were often reluctant about doing the steps. I still remember the dance teacher telling the girls that if your partner wasn’t there to take your hand when Promenade was called, just keep on walking and let him catch up. Possibly that was good advice just generally. 🙂
    My mother taught me to Swing. Somewhere along the line I learned cha-cha and the twist. After that it was do your own thing on the dance floor for years. I never learned to waltz. Many years later, in my fifties, I learned bachata, meringue, and salsa. I loved to salsa and I was pretty good at it until I blew out my knee and couldn’t dance at all anymore.

    It got to 81ºF here but there were a lot of clouds around so it didn’t feel as hot as it could have. I’m good with that.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I forgot about square dancing, but we did that in girl scouts. It was fun. That was great advice for everything. I used to do that for my friend who was always late. If we were meeting at a restaurant for dinner, I sometimes had to sit there a half hour. Finally, I would give her 10 minutes then order dinner. She got a bit huffy about it, but I explained why. She never really did get punctual.

      I never did like dancing all that much as I wasn’t a good dancer. The cha cha was easy. I did the twist but that was also easy. I never did learn any other dance.

      We got to about 72˚ but the breeze made it feel colder. It is cloud\y now, and I have shut the windows.

      Have a great evening!

    • Spaceman Says:

      Oh my goodness – the Bachata. Might get arrested in North Alabama. Just kidding, I think.

      • katry Says:

        The song is oozing the allure of a possible an assignation. I can see the censors stamp on it!

        Massachusetts in its earliest days forbade any hugs or kisses in public. The Puritan ethic was alive and well for a century or more.

      • Spaceman Says:

        Actually I am kidding – there are latin bands in the area, but clubbing and dancing are not that big unless you belong to a dance organization or go to the VFW or American Legion – and there it’s mostly ball room dancing or swing. Rock and Roll and country dance places – not many around. There were many more when I first moved here. I’m inclined to think it’s probably like that most everywhere. Perhaps the economics of running clubs has declined Now you can dance the Bachata in Nashville. I most certainly do not have the skill or rhythm to think about attempting

      • katry Says:

        I have never been into clubbing and dancing. I guess Boston had some, but I didn’t go often to Boston unless I had a specific play or event to attend.

        Down here there are live bands in a variety of venues, but the clientele is young.

        I haven’t any rhythm either.

  4. Spaceman Says:

    Very little is censored these days. This video is comparatively mild

    • katry Says:

      I remember reading banned books to see what the fuss was all about. I never did figure that out.

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