This week I had one of those irritating things that happen –
my “check engine” light went on. No problem, I just gave David a call – tango dancer/mechanic. That got me thinking about all the folks I know through
dancing, and the benefit of those acquaintances.
My mechanic, my plumber, my electrician – all dancers. My seamstress.My computer expert. Myveterinarian. My insurance agent. Fluffy
needs to be declawed? I’d recommend Rick. Thinking about learning to play the piano?
That would be Trisha.Need a graphic
artist? Scott, Dave or Barb. Getting
that garage painted? Mike. Website designer? Adriana or Keith.
CPA’s, bankers, landscape artists. Builders, contractors,
hair stylists. And don’t even get me
started on real estate agents!
The point is, why go to strangers when you already are a
part of a network of extremely talented people. People who are, of course,
undeniably smarter, saner, stronger, healthier and more socially adept. We know
this for a fact because they have chosen to learn how to dance.
So the next time you need that body work done or your house
redecorated or your financial health evaluated, think of the dancers you know.Just one of the many perks of dancing! More info? Ask me at Lois@mndance.com
As a child I was always intensely interested, as I suppose
every kid is, on how my family stacked up in the socioeconomic scene in my
local town. My dad denied it, but I always felt we were pretty rich. I knew we
were rich because we were allowed to put two
packets of mix in whenever we made a batch of Kool Aid. Ah, what self-indulgent
wastrels we were!
What we didn’t have was access to dance lessons. The
community in which I lived consisted of 750 people, and that just didn’t seem
to be of much interest to dance instructors. So I didn't get dance lessons as a kid. Come to think of it, even if there had been a dance studio in town, it is unlikely that I would have been enrolled. I was way too clumsy. I'm still clumsy. Except for the magical moment when I step on the dance floor.