Every once in a while, you find yourself laughing so hard that your sides hurt. Last weekend, I encountered such a time. My wife had corralled me into an evening of square dancing, so I went along - naïve, nonchalant, and non-western. I probably would not have done well “out on the range”.
Our group entered a very clean, spacious facility which we had completely to ourselves . . . until some others showed up. It was obvious that these strangers took this western theme seriously. A lot of cowboy hats, vests, string ties, and even some boots. Many of the gals wore those flared skits that spread out like an upside-down funnel. A few sported badges that certified either their expertise or longevity at this activity, which they all took seriously, but with a smile. In all, they were an engaging group.
In the corner, the Caller set up his gear. It was all high tech, i.e. a PC and amp with speakers and a microphone. He made it very plain that he clearly liked his microphone. He explained that square dancing was a purely American dance that has now spread around the globe. He also revealed that the people assembled here were all volunteers that thoroughly enjoyed square dancing and were here to teach us in order to spread that joy. Then, he started the music.
These folks really started moving, following the changing directions of the Caller. One or two couples were in there 50’s, but most were older. I was surprised at how physically intense this activity was, for they hardly stopped moving. As the routines kept changing, even these ‘pros’ made a misstep every once in a while, but they handled it with humor and grace. In truth, theirs was a class act.
After a short break, each of the ‘pros’ grabbed one of us onlookers as their new partner. Some of us were ‘excess’, so we formed our own square without a pro to guide us.
It was fortuitous that I was in this excess square. All of my life, I have never been able to tell right from left. I now know that I am dyslexic, which means that I am not wired to reflexively respond to that direction. When told to take a right turn, my mind has to go through a logical process. It has to first think of which hand it is that I write with and then turn toward or away from the location of that hand. Since this process takes a bit of time, I can be a little slow on the uptake in an activity like the square dance.
The results were hilarious. Because of delaying or going the wrong way, I not only threw myself off, but the other dancers as well. A few times we were as perfect as the “pros’, but most of the time it was like riding bumper cars. With each bump, we laughed harder and harder, so that it was best there were no “pros’ in our group to embarrass.
Although it could never be my cup of tea, I was very impressed by the enthusiastic fun and healthy exercise everyone experienced. I became convinced that square dancing is a vigorous activity that every senior should seriously consider. It engages your mind, muscle, and sense of humor.
To start your search for groups in your neighborhood, this site contains links to a number of square dancing resources on the Internet. Enjoy your dosado!
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