Gone Mainstream? No, Just Eclectic

Yesterday at the dance/movement class my swinging teacher played a CD by someone whose name she couldn't pronounce, so I just attempted to mimic her movements and forgot about it. Suddenly I was dancing to a young Frank Sinatra? No, it was definitely Mel Torme? But wait, he had just a touch of Elvis in him. Who on earth? Michael Bublé (Amazon can't spell his name either). I know I risk losing my street creds and my cool creds and my egghead creds, but what's eclectic if it doesn't include a little mainstream? Listen to some samples and tell me what you think.

A Little Less Fitness

Well I did get up in time to go to bone-building. It was much more crowded than the movement/dance class, the women were considerably older, and the exercises were boring, I think partly because there was no music and partly because they were just exercises. So I decided to forgo bone-building for now and just register for the movement/dance, which in any case meets twice a week. I got a 50% discount, and I don't know why. Either because I'm charming, a good dancer, old, or so late to join that half the semester is over. I didn't ask, because I don't want to know.

Fitness

In preparation for her next visit with Little Bear and Mermaid Girl and their ever-increasing size and weight, and after taking the "creaky" of yesterday's post literally, savtadotty has decided to ratchet up her fitness regime and check out the local community center offerings. She still wants to be able to run after them in the playground and roll around with them on the floor - she has no shame.

This morning I tried out "Movement and Dance" and tomorrow, if I can get up early enough, I'll try out "Bone-building." I expect to fall down one of these days, but I don't want to break anything when I do. I thought I'd be in a roomful of grandmas, but I was the next-to-oldest in the class. Perhaps in honor of the fact that two of the participants are from France, we moved and danced to a medley of French tunes, including C'est si bon (the singer sounded like Eartha Kitt - could it be?), Natalie, Je ne regrette rien (Edith Piaf). The older lady was from Dresden (a long, long time ago), and I was the only one from America. I found out that my body vocabulary is adequate for understanding the instructor, even though she barks her commands in Hebrew. It helps that she does everything she orders us to do, so I really just have to watch her. The hardest part was getting to class on time. We'll see how sore I am tomorrow.