I wish I did

I am white through and through.  I like to think that I can keep a beat but more often than not that is not the case. 

In 2006, Andrew took me to the World Baseball Classic in Orlando, FL. Baseball has been taken out of the Olympics.  This a venue that has been created so that teams can still play.  We had a great time.  My favorite teams to watch were Dominican Republic and Venezuela.  Not only did they have the most major league players on them but the crowds were very, no VERY, interactive.  We had very good tickets but we were the only Caucasians in our area.  I know this because there was always a beat going in the stadium and those around us were always moving EXCEPT Andrew and me.  I mean we could move but not like THEY could move.  I mean they moved in places that I don't have places.  I can only dream of moving like that.  

I thought of this last night as I was at the pool.  Kaitlin was taking an evening Water Aerobics class with Clare.  Marisa and I went with Kaitlin and we were enjoying just sitting, reading and people watching.   Kaitlin's class starts after several swimming lessons are finished.  I watched several mothers get their children ready to go home after their lessons.  One hispanic family caught my eye.  

Music is played over the speakers at the pool for Kaitlin's class.  Last night the music was all music similar to the macarena.  The hispanic family was all moving.  They all had the beat.   Even as the mama combed out her daughter's hair they moved in harmony.  I was so impressed.   It was beautiful.  

I am glad we are not all made the same, that would sure be boring, but I do wish I had a few moves.

Do you have moves?

Sweet Tea

I love helping in the kitchen on Wednesdays at church. It is like a ballet as we work because we have our own moves that when all done in the right sequence produce a dance called supper. Some days the dance is pretty simple and routine and others it is a comedy and we are amazed it all falls into place.

With the injury to my spine my dancing has become limited. I must rest, observe and cheer on from a nearby stool. My fellow dancers have very graciously picked up what I now cannot do and others quickly come to help when needed.

One dance move that I have mastered is making sweet tea. I don't know who taught my mama how to make it, maybe her mama but mama taught me. I love sweet tea. I drink it all year. I have told my recipe to the kitchen crew several times but when they make the tea, people seem to know and don't drink as much. They have watched me make it, they have even called me when I was on vacation to make sure how to make it and still folks ask if I've made it before they get any to know if they will drink it or not. Now they won't go even think of making it if I am present.

I just laugh and enjoy this dance I can do.