This post has neither a metaphorical head nor a symbolic toe to speak of beginnings, middles or ends; it’s a wild circle full of heart and dance—figurative and literal.
Yep, this is going to be one of those catch up entries… where I try to tell you everything that has happened in the last week or three in as few words as possible. Let me start with information that should answer most of the awesome emails snuggling in my inbox: your suspicions are true, my Luvs, I’m wicked sexy and my modesty is legendary…
…oh, actually the little voice in my head just rolled her eyes and told me that the last bit is my narcissism speaking. What I need to tell you is that the issues with my jaw—and the tooth that had been trying to boycott my life for the last couple of months—are over. No more jaw agony. I’m back to only dancing with my hip pain, shoulder pain and a new partner that has settled in the left side of my ribs. And you know what? I’m grateful and then some for the pains I can stand without screaming and twitching on the floor. At one point last month, I was sure I would be murdered by a mutinous molar (more on this later, mayhap as a dark tale… for the whole thing was quite horrific).
Now, to dance with the yummy bits—yes, I have dance and sparkles on my witchy mind…
These last three weeks, my Piano Man and I have been busier than the OPIA, the VA Office of Public and Intergovernmental Affairs *cough*. But unlike the aforementioned organization, we are having fun when we can. In the picture below, for instance, I had just had oral surgery. But the pains—and the pain killers—were good to us for a few hours and my Piano Man, the Boy, my friend D and I went to Staten Island to gather crabapple branches from the tree under whose shade my Piano Man and I had our first date. It was Friday the 13th, the Moon was full, there was thunder and lightning and rain and there was love all around… perfect.
The Bloody Bride, created by my wicked Gina Morley (aka the Bloody Duchess), is guarding gifts from Eliora, Rommy, Stacy, Oma Linda, Yvonne, Sarah, Diandra and a few other dear friends… I will tell you all about the pressies after my Piano Man and I get wedded.
Speaking of pressies, Ms Misantropia, Lorelei and Ash-Lynn made me grin with an exquisite picture frame (I know exactly what to put in it!), two plaques that will bring extra love to Halloween and a mysterious box I plan to Magalynize. Thank you, my dear ladies!
The Little Princess, my Piano Man and I celebrated Father’s Day last Tuesday. I was half dead the Sunday before that, so we had to show my mutinous molar that even if it could delay our fun, it would never kill our joy. The Little Princess wrote 8 reasons why she loves Daddy in 2014, we turned the list into a bookmark and I wrote the words into the background of a story (we’ll add to the list and the story every year…).
On my way home from shopping with The Boy, I saw this just-wedded couple dancing their love to the beat of a Times Square musician. A few other people joined their happiness, and we all clapped and howled for them—fine, so I started the howling.
This sign for a Dance Fusion school in Queens, New York, made me grin from head to toe. What’s not to love about a school that teaches ballet and break dance under the same roof?
And for those of you who missed this or this exchange, I’m thinking about getting wedded barefoot… in my living room, encircled by a handful of souls and lots of love.