Ballroom Dancing

Hubbie and I went to ballroom dancing last night. More folks showed up than had been there when we last went two weeks ago, and we learned the reason is that some of us fell ill in February and March. I, of course, had a heart procedure that prevented me from attending for a few weeks. The husband of another couple got sick with flu that turned into pneumonia, and the wife of a third couple was laid low by allergies that seriously infected her respiratory system. It was obvious by the dark circles under her eyes and the weight she's lost that she still isn't well.

But all of us were ready to enjoy the evening, visiting and dancing. The evening was swing-dance themed, and we were asked to dress in something blue. Blue balloons attached to chairs, and white miniature lights strung from the ceiling, decorated the fellowship hall.

A dance instructor conducted swing dance lessons in the hour before the ballroom session began, but we didn't arrive in time to take part. The lessons will be offered a couple of more times this month, so we'll get a chance to learn. Swing and rock n' roll are pretty much the same, and I know how to dance rock n' roll, but Hubbie needs a lesson, and he's more comfortable learning from a dance instructor.

Besides swing, a ballroom dancing student taught us a couple of line dances. One is called Heavenly Waltz, which we stumbled through several times before catching on. The lady next to me said it's probably called Heavenly Waltz because it'd be a miracle if we learned how to do it.

But we did eventually learn, and we ended the evening with it.