A BRIEF ENCOUNTER: WITH DISNEY

A BRIEF ENCOUNTER: WITH DISNEY

Spaceship earth

The 2017 Romance Writer’s of America National Conference is here in Disney World at the Swan/Dolphin Hotel. In my careers, I’ve been to lots of conferences: interior design, architecture, tennis. All were terrific, but this one is the most fun, romance writers  have lots to say about men, women and lovers. This first day was filled with activities you would expect at any conference,   workshops, lunches, meeting old friends, and making new ones. By 5:00 pm, I was ready to sit down, have a cold drink and chat, but instead we went to Epcot.

Epcot was a perfect end of the day with exploration at Disney’s World Showcase. Fun at Frozen.

Frozen

 

Tree peppers

Learning about hydroponic veggies growing vertically (amazing to see) at Land of the Living, history and future of civilization at Space Ship Earth. Me in my scooter while the rest of our group walked the six miles around, and around and around trying to get to the French Patisserie, only to find them closed right after the fireworks. Sad face . . . imagine the disappointment.

History of Civilization

Kathryn, Pat, Gail, Lisa

Big thanks to Kathryn Ascher who organized the whole thing, right down to Fast Passes. We all giggled as we got right up to the front of the lines for our rides while a mob waited in long lines at Frozen. There were five of us in our small pack, Kathryn, the creator of the epcot day of course, writer Lisa Jass and her mom Pat Jass, and my Tom Claus, who also happens to be a writer, the scientific kind. And the music played on, Frankie singing “New York, New York.” I got off my scooter and we danced our Foxtrot up and down the pathway from the Swan to the Dolphin. Such a great evening, even got to see the fireworks. Four hours at Epcot – a brief encounter. Thank goodness.

Swan Hotel

Epcot lights

 

 

 

 

 

 

BALLROOM COMPETITION DONE!

BALLROOM COMPETITION DONE!

Done Deal, this competition. I did it! The dancing competition at Foxwoods this past weekend was fantastic. Up at 5:30 a.m. for makeup, then hair up, then dress up. I glanced in the mirror, who is that?

Queen of the Ball (but really, that's me)

Queen of the Ball (but really, that’s me)

But you see, this is my exercise workshop. I never could stick to a gym. Tennis was always my sport, but now that I’m bionic, dancing works better. It can be strenuous, but it’s not dangerous. Dancing is great for the heart. You can raise your heartbeat in five minutes of dancing, as if you were running. After fifteen months, I’m in better shape than ever. Like Mom never said, “Stand up straight.” Didn’t your Mom say that? Now my dance teacher tells me the same thing.

Gail & Henry, the teacher

Gail & Henry, the teacher

Henry doesn’t have a stick, but he has Monika who comes along and pulls my head off my neck, then pulls my arms out of my sockets, pushes in my tummy and then says—with emphasis—Stand. Up. Straight. Like I never heard that before. It’s then that Henry takes my head and places it into this odd position so I can’t see his face anymore, and says, “There, that’s good.” Then I say, “Where are you, Henry? I can’t see you anymore.” Monika then puts on the music and Henry whirls me around the room and tell me to look up, but don’t let the white of my eyes show. OK, enough. But honestly, maintaining good posture, stretching your body, standing all-pulled-up is good for your health. You see, you are not just moving your body; you are controlling your muscle movement. Guess what? You eventually get endowed with muscle memory. Yup, it’s true, you remember to stand up straight . . .

After the ball, the banquet. You get to wear a new get-up.

After the ball, the banquet. You get to wear a new get-up.

I have come to realize that this sport permits me to enjoy a range of mobility, balance and flexibility that had begun to diminish. The patterns and methods challenge your mind, sort of like rubbing your head and patting your stomach simultaneously. I intend to continue dancing, if for nothing else, the challenge. I don’t need a competition to be inspired to achieve excellence. No matter how long it takes, excellence is my goal. I love to dance, so dance I will. One dance pattern after another, perfectly matched to music as I seek perfection. .

Hubby Tom, my date & me

Hubby Tom, my date & me

If you know anything about dancing, you know that the cha-cha, the hustle and swing (lindy) can be strenuous, but did you know that a properly-done waltz or a properly-done fox trot can also be physically exhausting. There’s more control involved. Just practice this, stretch your body straight up, keep your shoulders down, hold in that tummy and . . . well, just that for a few minutes. Imagine moving around the room at the same time. Dancing attracts folks who want more than exercise. Who has ever considered dancing as exercise? Have you? Dance enriches and inspires all of us by immersing us into the beauty of movement and music. Tell me, do you want to dance?

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