So, my family was gone this weekend - the young men with their dad at a men's retreat.
Gone. But not forgotten.
I did a 5 K walk yesterday - for Courage to Be You, which is raising money to complete their girls' home for girls who were sold into the sex trade and now are recovered, and need a place to live. I walked and talked with a friend, while her family ran the 10 K. It was great weather, in a beautiful location.
Today I cleaned the house and listened to 70's rock on Direct TV - with the sound system on.
I was folding clothes when Baba O'Reily came on.
I jumped up, cranked the sound so the neighbors could enjoy it too, and danced around. The dogs did not know what I was doing. They looked at me like I was the vacuum cleaner or something - "Should we run for it? What's she doing? Should we run for it?"
I very much enjoy the irony of a woman who is old enough to get the senior discount at Ross on Tuesday, dance around to an anthem for teenage rebellion.
My wobbly arms swinging in air pumps, giving it to the man.
It was fun and I decided it was blog worthy.
So there you are!
