in an otherwise empty house, with four dogs eyes all on me, just waiting to see how long it would be until i would move, i sat like a bump on a log starring at my computer. my eyes were preoccupied searching google for an adult ballet class that would work for, your looking at her, me. i have been looking for a ballet class lately that would work with my schedule and felt like a good fit, something not too serious but not unserious at the same time, if you know what i mean. something made me slightly nervous about this however, and i’m still not exactly sure what it was. i was just doing it for fun, and i could use a bit of exercise now and again but something was holding me back, something deep inside.
frustrated with my lack of self confidence, i went to my luggage digging for something that remotely said ballet.
i have spent this weekend dog sitting for my dad and family while they are out of town. camden was working longer and later than usual because of a sale going on which left me with a grand total of four dogs and three cats to keep me company.
all dressed in my ballet attire, i ventured upstairs for some peace from the dogs and a nice slick floor. i began to have my own dance class just as i would have had six years ago (i can’t believe it has been that long). at first it was very structured and calm until i had a sudden burst of energy that had me whirling and twirling through the room like a tornado gone mad. it felt good to move again with what little technique and flexibility i had left.
this lasted a whole thirty minutes until a loud roar of barking dogs began downstairs as they ran towards the front door with two side windows on either side allowing them to see the outside world. by the rage and pure anger of the barks coming out of those dogs mouths you would have thought there was something actually out there for them to bark at, something bad or another dog that happened to walk by. i peeked my head outside the room to look down to see what all the ruckus was about. two dogs, one extremely large, like a horse kind of large, were staring at the barking dogs on the other side of the window. no amount of screaming, yelling, or madness could stop this rage, so i waited patiently until the barking finally stopped – and that, ladies and gentleman, is how i ended my ballet class of one.
