The Germans have an expression which, roughly translated, goes: "I think I'm in the wrong film". I've been in situations where I felt exactly the same way. Caught up in an out-of-control situation, with no director in sight to call out "cut!" when things get unbearable. These occasions have been more than compensated for by the "Musical Moments". Like the other evening when I went upstairs to ask my 19-year-old son to turn the music down. I knocked on his door, was granted admittance and within a few seconds, found myself joining him and his friend dancing, twisting and mashed potato-ing to the strains of "Shout".
My work was forgotten and my cares fled through the open window as I leaped around the room with these two young men singing and yelling, arms and legs flailing: "You make me wanna SHOUT ... yay-ay-ay-yeah - yay-ay-ay-yeah. Oh-woh-oh-woh-oh-woh-oh-woh!". I spared a brief thought for the neighbours, but it wasn't that late, and they're used to our goings-on. "A little bit softer now, a little bit softer now ... a little bit louder now ...". I was glad to get to the little bit louder now part 'cos it hid the sound of my creaking kneecaps and, much as I was enjoying myself, I was about fit to combust.
As I made my way back downstairs, I remembered the time when my eldest son was still living with me and we spontaneously tangoed together. Well, he tangoed, expertly, while I clung on bravely. I was listening to my favourite tango c.d. and he suddenly swept into the room, grabbed me and dragged me around, mussing up the rugs, before practically dropping me to the floor (shades of John Belushi in The Blues Brothers) and returning to his room when the piece ended. Leaving me to rearrange the sitting room with a big smile on my face.
"The bit I like best when Martina comes to stay", said one of my sons some years ago, "is when you both dance around the kitchen, drumming on the pots and pans with wooden spoons and egg whisks". Well, we can't always direct our lives, but we sure can make a Busby Berkley out of it when the mood takes us.
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Just plain scary
ReplyDeleteOh poo! You're just jealous.
ReplyDeleteAw, Diva Darling! About time for us to do this again! How's your week going? I broke another glass and am constantly hitting my toes on everything - so, i seem to be practically sleepwalking these days. Has the homework showed uo again? Visit me over at my blog, there's something you'll like,
ReplyDeleteNothing beats an exhilarating dance of pure fun! My younger friend just came over my house the other night and during 'Brickhouse' we both grabbed a plastic waste basket and did some African drum techniques I picked up in my one class on it as we danced around like lunatics. My boyfriend quietly left the room..I can see your life as a movie. This scene would be terrific!
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