Back in my younger days I used to take dance lessons and also gymnastics. I loved it. I loved the “tap, tap, tap” of my tap shoes; however, I had to practice in the basement due to the loudness. Me? Loud? NEVER! I also loved gymnastics. I was known to cartwheel all the way from our rental house down to the lake when we were on vacation. Why do I bring dancing and gymnastics up now? Well, because of my phone, of course!
Ok, let me explain. My phone and I are in a somewhat battle with each other. You see, I just want to plug in my phone and have it charge. My phone has a different agenda. My phone wants me to “dance” with it.
Every night I go through the same ritual. Plug in the phone….wait…plug in the phone….wait….plug in the phone and stare longingly into the wallpaper of the phones eyes to wait for that charge light. Sounds easy enough. Nope. My phone and I go through a series of dances. It is not up to me what determines which type of dance we do, it is up to the phone.
Some nights, the phone is happy with a slow Waltz. Other times, it’s like I am doing a Cha Cha, or better yet a Lindy Hop. Yes, I believe the Lindy Hop is a better description. Apparently, besides going back and forth, my phone loves to be put in the air…a lift you might say.
I never took ballet; however, this is also what my phone likes to do. Many a plie have been done to charge the phone. If only I had a bar put in my room, this would make it much easier. I might add, depending on how my phone is acting, this would also determine the type of bar needed in the room. Malibu and pineapple, anyone?
So I practice nicely with my phone all the various dances just to charge it. Instead of being impatient with the phone, I just learn to be patient and let the phone choose when it is ready to quit the dance. I have learned if I shake and growl at the phone, this does NOTHING. Kind of like when you ask your child to do something and it could take 10 years to do.
I will continue to do my dance of the sugar plum phone. Why not get a new one? Well, it is not time to get one, of course. Isn’t it always that way? When something breaks, the warranty runs out, etc. etc. Maybe my phone will let ME choose a dance for a change. Like this fabulous picture of “me” doing the epic water dance.
Write so others can “see.“ What if you yourself can’t “see“ what to write? PROBLEM! Writers block…that’s what I have had. You sit and stare at a screen or a piece of paper. Why aren’t things automatically jumping onto the screen? Why isn’t my pen magically writing? Why is it words sometimes just flow so easy, and other times it’s like trying to go number 2 and it JUST WON’T COME OUT!!! Got your attention? Are you able to “see?” J
Ok, my summer in a nutshell? Painful. I am happy to announce I had pain in places that I never had before. Lucky me! However, the pool was a big help. When you are by yourself in the pool, you tend to get creative. How, you may ask? By playing leaf Olympics. Oh yes, since the Olympics was this summer, it was much easier for me to make up my own sport, rather than trying to do a “real” sport. Examples of the types of strokes that made me create my own: the breast stroke, more like the “beast stroke.” Or the fly stroke, more like the “drowning bug stroke.” Better yet, the butterfly stroke or as I would put it the “splashing around madly looking ridiculous stroke.”
The leaf Olympics was a wonderful time. See, behind my pool, we have about a million trees that like to do a dance. Unfortunately, the trees dance like they are strippers…shaking off their leaves. Where do they land? In the pool, hence the leaf Olympics.
I didn’t have any type of preparation before diving in. Michael Phelps swats his back with his arms like there are bugs all over him. Me? I just put on my goggles. What a pro I was swimming back and forth across the pool. The leaves that were at the top of the pool were always the first. Then, after about a 100 were cleared away, down to the bottom of the pool. We do have a center drain, which can be quite dangerous! Many a time I thought the center drain was going to suck me in and send me right to our filter. How shocked would my husband have been when letting the air out of the filter and out came his wife, complete with leaves all over, of course.
This was the daily ritual, which took about 10 minutes or more depending on how much the trees “shook that thang.” I may have crabbed a lot about the leaf Olympics, but I sure do miss it already. In the pool = no pain.
So, keep a watch out for leaf Olympics in the next summer games. With all my practice, I am guaranteed to get the gold!
