Dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set

Is there something you use to like to do, but you are not doing anymore?  Maybe it’s painting, photography, sculpting, even hiking or just walking in the park.  I started losing my passion, years ago. I use to love to dance. When I  was two years old, my mother took me to ballet lessons. As I got older, my uncle who was a dance instructor, taught me the twist.

My father’s family, especially my aunt and father have always loved to dance.  When I was growing up, my grandmother lived with us. In the evening, she would pour 1/2 of a glass of red wine and 1/2 water.  Soon she would be dancing to the music, then I, my sister and brother would join in.  It was fun dancing with my grandmother.

She would put her hands up in the air and twirl around, this way and that way.  The music would be loud and we would all be clapping and dancing. As I got older into my early teens, I would go dancing with my aunt.  We would usually go to a fair,  where they would have live music. I remember one night they had a tribute band, that played the Bee Gees music.

Here I was 14 years old, dancing to disco music with my aunt. We were dancing the same dance steps, as in the “Saturday Night Fever” movie.  What a fun night we shared.  As I got a little older, I would sneak out at night to go to dance clubs.  Nothing bad happened to me, but I did learn a lot of dance moves.

I got into break dancing for a while and even was able to moonwalk like Michael Jackson.  After that, I stopped dancing for about 10 years. When I moved to Hollywood, I started to go out dancing again.  I have always wanted to be a dance choreographer. I feel so free on the dance floor, I loved it.  Sometimes, I would go dancing on Friday night and Saturday night.

One year, I went to Sarasota Florida on vacation.  I decided to go to a night club one night, to dance. I start dancing, as I turn around, there are about 5 girls dancing around “Doogie Howser!” Neil Patrick Harris is  dancing, right next to me!  That was a fun night to remember.  While living in Hollywood, I would occasionally, drive into Mexico.

The Mexico border, was about a two-hour drive. Some weekends, I would go with friends to Tijuana Mexico, so we could dance. The main strip had about 30 clubs, across from each other.  We would dance until 4 a.m., then go outside to find a street grill, that was serving bacon wrapped hotdogs. Spending weekends, in Mexico was a lot of fun.

A few years later, I moved to Northern California. As I got settled into my new place, I forgot about dancing. I have not been to a night club for a long time.  It amazes me that something we clearly love, can one day disappear, like it never happened. A wise woman once told me, “if there is something you like to do and you stop doing it, you could be depressed.”

Recently, I have found my love for dancing again. I love Zumba!   I love the dances, the music, everything.   If there is something you use to like to do and haven’t done it in a while, now is the time do it. So, go and find your dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set, it is waiting for you.

Fact or Fiction…

As I lay in bed, I can see the tree’s shadow dancing on my walls.

It’s a cold and windy night, a storm is approaching.

Sometimes, I feel the wind will rip the roof right off.

I am all by myself, about 30 miles out-of-town.

It’s almost midnight and the wind is blowing hard.

I always get a strange feeling at night, when the clock strikes 12.

I try my best to get comfortable, trying not to think, that I am all alone.

All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise outside. The noise gets closer and closer.

Something is outside, running around my place. It’s so close, I can hear it breathing.

I don’t care… So there…

I run out of the house, to catch a mouse.

I bring you a treat, before your feet.

I climb on your bed and sometimes your head.

I rip your papers to shred…

I scratch the furniture…

I  jump on the counter, to drink your water.

I relax on your chair, without a care.

I climb on your lap, to take a nap.

I don’t care… So there…

Love is… Unknown.

Love is happy, love is sad

Love is strange, love is lame

Love is great, love is rare

Love is wonder,  love is hate

Love is demand, love is canned

Love is incredible, love is trouble

Love is nice, love is bad

Love is caring, love is daring

Love is well, love is sick

Love is fresh,  love is stale

Love is seeing, love is blind

Love is hot, love is cold

Love is smart, love is stupid

Love is sharing, love is selfish

Love is  playing, love is bashful

love is grand, love is bland

Love is sexy, love is crazy

Love is glam, love is bland

Love is real, love is fake

Love is found, love is gone

Love is close, love is distant

Love is…   Unknown…

Ch 2: MOROI

My fingers are shaking, as I reach for the chain and lock the deadbolt.  I run to the windows to make sure they are all locked and I close my blinds.  I am scared… Really scared.  Like freaking out scared… Wondering what or who is this guy.  It’s was hard to get a good look at him,  but I know it’s a man.  I hate being scared, especially when I am alone.

I go into my bedroom and lock the door.  I get into bed, pull the covers up over me and wait.  Wait for what I think… Just waiting.

I must have dozed off.  I look at the clock and It’s been about an hour.  So far so good, nothing has happened.  As I start to get up, I hear a noise at my door.  I jump back in bed.  It can’t be Saul he is out-of-town. Could it be that man I saw by the tree? Could it?

A few hours later, I finally get up. I walk over to my front door.  Slowly opening it I step outside. Everything, seems fine.  What a relief.  As I turn around I notice something, that I had not noticed before. Perched on top of my gate is a glove. A black glove. My glove…

*To be continued…

(C) 2015 by Amy Vanya. All Rights Reserved.

One more drop…

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There was a man from Italy, who danced so elegantly.

One more drop of wine, he was sure his wife wouldn’t mind.

One drop led to another, until he finally knocked over the bread and butter.

Looking aghast, he promised he would not have another glass.

Tip toeing to his room, he knocked over the broom.

As the broom fell down, his wife looked at him with a frown.

She snapped get to bed, before you get a knock on the head…

Let’s make today, a Great day!

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Good morning and good evening, depending on where you live. Let’s make today a great one! Not so easy, huh… Well, if you woke up today that’s great! I have some bad days, at times more bad, then good. When I open my eyes in the morning, that’s one great thing. If I am able to see the outside, go for a walk, see the birds and the trees, that’s another great thing.

So, if your day is not going the way you want it too… Look around there might be some other things that you can appreciate. So let’s make today a Great one. 🙂

Sleep… Zzzzzz.

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That wonderful word: Sleep.  Getting some Z’s, as some call it. You know, the moment you start yawning and your eyelids start drooping. You try to get in a comfortable position, but can’t seem to find it. So, you turn over and over and over and over.  Well, that’s not going to work. So, you get up to get a drink of water and check the thermostat, wondering if it’s too hot or cold in the house.

You get back to bed and adjust your pillow and blanket, hoping that will help, in getting you to sleep. So, you finally get comfortable. “Hip, Hip, Hoorah!” Finally! After a few minutes, you start to feel like you have to go to the bathroom. You think, no way am I getting up, I will just sleep it off or get up later. About half hour later, your still awake. What a surprise. Here you go again, getting up out of bed.

You hurry back to bed, thinking I can do this… You pull your covers up, get your pillow nice and comfy and close your eyes. Piece of cake. All of a sudden you hear a sound. What the heck! Someone has turned the tv on. The volume is loud enough to shake the walls. You yell, can you please turn down the tv! As you try to go back to sleep, you can still hear the tv. You try your best to drown out all noises.

Two hours later, you’re looking at the clock… Your still awake!  You toss and turn, then you turn over your pillow. You close your eyes, while thinking of what mom use to say, about counting sheep.  Hey, what have you got to lose…

Here goes… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9…… Zzzzzzzzzz

For more information on sleeping, click on link:

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep