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Jun. 1st, 2004 09:04 amI did not have to work this weekend. Can I hear cries of jubilation, please?? :)
So it was a wonderful 3-day weekend; I worked out all three days (yay!), and got a start on the massive back-up of laundry. Did NOT clear off my desk and rearrange furniture, but I did read another chapter in a book on the history of the Christian church. Some socializing, lots of sex with the hubby (oops, did I say that out loud? :), Thai food on Friday night--all 'round, a good weekend.
A highpoint that was hard to share with anyone else was Sunday at church--it was Pentecost, and in some idea of celebration about it they had Israeli folk dancing after the last service. About 12 of us were in the parish hall while a friend of someone's from another congregation taught us all about the grapevine step and a couple of others, and did three dances, two of which are in my bones from having done them almost every Tuesday and Thursday evening for several years in college. It was a HOOT. I had the biggest grin on my face, wallowing in nostalgia like a pig in mud. I had forgotten how fun it is to dance in a circle with a bunch of your friends. :)
But the third dance he taught us was (I'm going to butcher the spelling) Tzatikatemar, which I didn't even recognize until he put on the music for it. Then I said to myself, "Hey, that's the Spy Dance!!" But of course he did it all calm and proper--it turns out the name means something like "the righteousness of the palm trees" so it was very graceful and languid.
I was tying myself up in knots inside laughing so hard, remembering the way it was done in college. It's a dance that has a lot of leaning right and left, and occasional changes of direction; and the college guys, of course, saw that as an opportunity--and at some performance of it, according to legend, it was danced by folks all in trench coats and fedoras and sun glasses, who flipped back and forth looking at each other suspiciously and did the steps in a sneaky, paranoid, hunched over way. It's the Spy Dance. So every time after that, the teacher would try to teach it straight, and the more experienced dancers would explain to the newbies about the spy dance.
Which does make it more fun, though less graceful. :) But just remembering it had me all doubled over laughing inside. Can't explain that to a fellow who thinks of it as the righteousness of the palm trees, though. (::hee hee hee::) But it was still a hoot to do the dances all together.
They are actually going to have this fellow teach a series of evening dance classes over the summer--there's a real push to understand the use of movement in/as prayer--but it's always on Wednesday nights and I'm going to have to miss them. :(
So it was a wonderful 3-day weekend; I worked out all three days (yay!), and got a start on the massive back-up of laundry. Did NOT clear off my desk and rearrange furniture, but I did read another chapter in a book on the history of the Christian church. Some socializing, lots of sex with the hubby (oops, did I say that out loud? :), Thai food on Friday night--all 'round, a good weekend.
A highpoint that was hard to share with anyone else was Sunday at church--it was Pentecost, and in some idea of celebration about it they had Israeli folk dancing after the last service. About 12 of us were in the parish hall while a friend of someone's from another congregation taught us all about the grapevine step and a couple of others, and did three dances, two of which are in my bones from having done them almost every Tuesday and Thursday evening for several years in college. It was a HOOT. I had the biggest grin on my face, wallowing in nostalgia like a pig in mud. I had forgotten how fun it is to dance in a circle with a bunch of your friends. :)
But the third dance he taught us was (I'm going to butcher the spelling) Tzatikatemar, which I didn't even recognize until he put on the music for it. Then I said to myself, "Hey, that's the Spy Dance!!" But of course he did it all calm and proper--it turns out the name means something like "the righteousness of the palm trees" so it was very graceful and languid.
I was tying myself up in knots inside laughing so hard, remembering the way it was done in college. It's a dance that has a lot of leaning right and left, and occasional changes of direction; and the college guys, of course, saw that as an opportunity--and at some performance of it, according to legend, it was danced by folks all in trench coats and fedoras and sun glasses, who flipped back and forth looking at each other suspiciously and did the steps in a sneaky, paranoid, hunched over way. It's the Spy Dance. So every time after that, the teacher would try to teach it straight, and the more experienced dancers would explain to the newbies about the spy dance.
Which does make it more fun, though less graceful. :) But just remembering it had me all doubled over laughing inside. Can't explain that to a fellow who thinks of it as the righteousness of the palm trees, though. (::hee hee hee::) But it was still a hoot to do the dances all together.
They are actually going to have this fellow teach a series of evening dance classes over the summer--there's a real push to understand the use of movement in/as prayer--but it's always on Wednesday nights and I'm going to have to miss them. :(
