So now, on Friday mornings we are going to Zumba Gold for Seniors (which you would assume would be nice and slow HA HA). On our first visit I was amazed at the number of ladies there, probably a class of 40-50, but Barry wasn't alone as there was another male as well, who also helps the instructor in one or two of the dance routines. Oh dear, I don't think I will be able to shake my booty like our energetic instructor/leader can.
KEEPING UP- AND BARRY'S NEW FRIEND ON THE RIGHT |
Although I enjoy it, I am a little slow on picking up all the steps and sometimes I am going left instead of right. Now I have been to 5 sessions and I am still behind, and really have only learnt the slow dancing, a song by Santana that I like. But I lack the right movements for playing air guitar. Barry gets lost in his footwork so just makes up his own, which when I watch him is quite funny. He might think he is on the disco floor from the 70's.
He also enjoys the attention from some of the other ladies, congratulating him on giving it a go. Barry thinks it may be like line-dancing but more upbeat, not that he has ever tried that. But it is an enjoyable exercise and we have an nice time together. I think I may buy an Zumba For Beginners/Oldies so we can practice at home, just like his learn to speak french in 15 minutes a day dvd. Hasn't moved on from the vino page yet.
I am home alone this week , and I should close my blog and do the housework which is always a challenge in itself. That silly saying is ticking in my head " Don't put off tomorrow what you can do today" , or in my case don't put off last Monday what should be done today.
Challenge 3 - Easter gliding competition for Barry at Goondiwindi, or for me restoring a very old timber shipping, storage or blanket box I don't know which, but I believe it was owned by his great-grandmother. I will need to ascertain more information as to the history of this sad box. A task that have I been looking at since 2010 and I don't know why I am attempting this, only that it would be a good storage container for all the flying magazines we currently have, and the big plastic box has run out of space.
Is this been sentimental? But it maybe a story for my blog another time.