500

I probably added 50 dances since I last posted here, but because there was some problem between Google and Apple, I had to buy an app on my phone in order to add more to the blog. Conservatively I’ve done 25 dances, so I skip forward to 500.  I should be able to keep better track now. Not that time and numbers really matter anyway, it’s more of a symbolic thing.

Time is really weird right now, because we are in the middle of a quarantine. The family and I have been hunkering down, as they say, at the Lakehouse in Brookfield Connecticut, on Candlewood lake. Yesterday I had an unbelievable dance on the dock, to the “beach vibes playlist” on Spotify. I made up a dozen moves, even pretended like I was doing fancy jump rope moves for the speedboats going by, because I knew from where they were they could not see that I did not have a jump rope. Haha. That was fun. 

 I fantasized about making YouTube videos, choreographed workouts full of all of these moves for the masses. (A plan I already feel like abandoning today.) I also had a plan (based off of one of the moves called “playing the slots”, in which I use the slots on the dock to do fancy footwork) to make a musical deck, hollow underneath, with boards cut to different sizes to make different tones, so you could dance out a melody. And then my imagination went further, and I imagined a Soundgarden nearby, giant wooden pipes halfway buried in the ground with flute holes cut in them so they could be played by the wind. Huge panpipes to go along with the deck rhythm. Now that’s a pretty dope idea. This, somebody please help me make this.

Today I danced to the playlist I made —reggae uplift for Cat— on Spotify. I danced up to the tennis courts to see if they were open. They are!