You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Okay, so maybe I'm an old person married to an old person with a rather young person for a son.  Perhaps we oldies aren't so old as we feel, we just feel that way due to lack of sleep (see young person, teething).  At any rate, I have no energy/drive to go out dancing even though I love it.  It's fun, it's energizing, it's physical activity that doesn't involve laundry: it's just great.

Fortunately for my sad tootsies, I have other options that involve fun, energizing, physical activity and don't involve weight lifting an 11 kg-9 month old.  I play softball twice a week and walk and, on very special occasions like today, I make bread.

I love making bread.  It smells amazing.  It's a patience builder.  It tastes fantastic and it's special because it takes so long.  Today I made bagels (Fig. 1).  First time for bagels, and they weren't hard.  And they taste great.  It's good to have a vent for frustrations too (see young person, gets into everything)!  And pounding dough sure does it.

But bread is an effort, so I'm glad I've got softball.  When I volunteered, I did so with trepidation.  I was never great at sports whilst younger, perhaps because I had no balance for awhile, perhaps because I was afraid of the ball.  But I like ball.  Makes me think of home.  It's quite different to just being a token Jays (or Tigers! but only if my grandparents aren't looking) fan.  And I'm very glad I'm playing even though I feel stupid most of the time as my brain is tired (see young person, sleep regression) and, quite honestly, I don't have a natural sports brain.

Even though I feel worn out and great after these activities, I sure would like to go dancing.  Those red shoes need to spin...

Fig. 1