be-musings

At church we had a fundraising dance for our upcoming trek into Vancouver to provide some relief for the homeless. There were the usual combination of adults and youth. At the beginning there was no dancing, but instead balloon tossing and fighting with the balloons. Lori and I had a contest to see who could make it across the restaurant while bouncing a balloon off their nose. Lori won. I think she had an advantage because she has seen her dog Frodo to it a lot. I'm asking for a head start next time.

As with dances, it sometimes takes a while for people to shed their insecurities enough to get up on the floor and start making fools of themselves. Unless you're Mat of course, and you like to strut like Mic Jagger.

Late in the evening I ran over to Lori and grabbed her hand to join me on the floor. She stubbornly refused, saying that she didn't dance. Ben ran over behind me and told me that I shouldn't pressure her to dance if she didn't want to, then moved me out of the way and did a shimmy dance about one inch from her. I moved across the floor to get out of the insanity, and Nathan jumped up and shimmied along with Ben. When I next looked, they were shaking their butts right at her, and Nate was sitting on her lap. This went on through the whole song, as we all laughed uproariously. With Lori's husband Mike gone for the weekend, that was a lot of action for her!

Such a mellow family and church.