Lifting The Spirits with Bad Dancing

I was having a very hard day early on this week. It could have been the residue of the healing circle on Sun. or it could have been a difficult situation that has been going on for far too long or it could have been sunspots or who knows what. Thing is I was sunk in gloom and in order to enhance my gloom I went looking for the appropriate musical accompaniment. Something along the lines of Gorecki's "Symphony of Sorrowful Songs". I told you it was bad. Instead I picked up Israel Kamakawiwo`ole and "The Far Future". Plopped him in the machine and started to hula while I got on with cleaning the kitchen. I cannot say how much better I felt though my hip wasn't enjoying it too much. Once Izzy was done I tossed in "It Don't Mean A Thing if It Ain`t Got That Swing" and had a rare old time arthritis and all, swing dancing around the living room. That got me right through to the supper hour where I was not alone and had to respect the sensebilities of the other who shares this house [who if truth be told could use a blast of this himself but that has to be his choice]. You don't need to go jogging through the ice and snow giving yourself frostbite and shot knees. No siree. All you need to do is come over to my place and we'll pop in a cd and bop till we drop, and a good time had by all. There is a saying and I can only remember the last part. It's "dance as if no one is watching." Just make sure if you are creaky like me to have a castor oil poultice ready at bedtime for the achy bits or your achy bits will be screaming on the morrow.