I search my playlist for something upbeat. I need something to transcend the monotony of the daily routine. I scan for a soundtrack to imitate the spices I am adding to my potatoes.
“This Kitchen is for Dancing”. The sign hangs over my head.
I haven’t felt like dancing much lately. Too much routine, too much introverted space. I am worn down by the lapping of my days. At first it was a soothing tide: coming in, going out, coming in, going out. But the sound has started to grate on me. It is like a child repeating “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom” or an annoying commercial jingle stuck in my head.
I need something dynamic. I cannot listen to another lapping wave. Give me some bass, some drumbeats, some sweet guitar licks. I need a new song.
I dash paprika and turmeric onto the potatoes and my foot starts tapping.
My kitchen was a dance hall this week. The obscure music that really got me moving: ska. It took me back to high school and early college years, and I moved my body in ways I now regret. Ha ha. Under normal circumstances, I’d be getting a massage, but you know, can’t do that these days. Hang in there, and I hope you enjoyed your potatoes.
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I have a deep love for ska…it only comes out occasionally but it takes me back as well!!!
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My days are screaming montony. Much like those days of Mom. Mom. Mom. Oh my…much like those days! Good music does wonderful things for a soul!!
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I don’t need no new song;
gotta groove the one I’ve got,
and even if it don’t belong,
it’s my job to keep it hot,
or cool, like the cat I am;
now wait a mo’, I am confused;
is it time to body-slam,
or should dancing grace be used
to get me through these gimlet days
(did I say gimlet, bloody WHY?),
so maybe I’ll play Purple Haze
(wife says, yeah, in a pig’s eye!).
Guess I should let her have her voice,
but Perry Como? That’s her CHOICE?
#1 at FMF this week.
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Hurray!! I’m so glad you are writing here again. I’ve missed you!
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You encourage my heart!!! 💛
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