I’ve always wished I was a better dancer. It’s not that I’m uncoordinated–I figure skated for eight years, until I was 16 (though I fell a lot, once cutting myself badly enough with my skate blade to have dozens of stiches), I have a brown belt in Shotokan karate … which I haven’t practiced in ten years or so, and I haven’t broken anything. Yet.
Oh, except for my ribs, but they may have only been cracked. I had this Chevy Blazer, you see. It was back when carburetors were a thing, and I flooded the engine on a regular basis. I got good at taking the lid off the filter and sticking a screwdriver in the top of the carburetor to hold the choke open while I started the engine. One day, I was coming out of my doctor’s office and I flooded the engine. So I climbed out with my trusty screwdriver, opened the hood, and stood, as I usually did, on the front bumper of the truck (it was very high) to do my thing. Got it started okay, but when I went to retrieve the screwdriver, my feet slipped off the bumper and down I went on the hood latch. I basically impaled myself. I managed to get down and rolled around on the ground, screaming, until a nice man helped me up and back into the doctor’s office.
I learned a lesson that day. Which was, obviously, be careful not to stand over the hood latch.
So anyway, I can’t dance. At least not well. Which has absolutely nothing to do with breaking my ribs, but there you go. That’s what Stream of Consciousness Saturday is all about … tangents. Hey, I could have called it Tangent Tuesday instead! Feel free to use that.
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January 28, 2018 at 4:56 pm
Ouch! I can only imagine the pain! Happy to learn this lesson from the safety of my sofa. (While also noting Bonnie Blue doesn’t have a carburetor.)
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January 29, 2018 at 2:48 pm
I’m so happy the age of the carburetor is at an end.
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January 28, 2018 at 4:50 am
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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January 28, 2018 at 1:18 am
Dancing is more solo than singing. I could sing with confidence. I hide to dance or play the piano. Impaling is the thing we should avoid!
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January 29, 2018 at 2:49 pm
Indeed it is! And I’m with you – I’m a closet dancer. 😉
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January 27, 2018 at 9:49 pm
I don’t know how to do that carbeurator thing, but I can dance real good if I 1. Dance alone. 2. get to make up my own steps as I go and 3. no one is watching.
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January 29, 2018 at 2:50 pm
Exactly. I’ve never been a “dance as if no one is watching” type. More like “dance WHEN no one is watching”!
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January 29, 2018 at 11:45 pm
🙂
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January 27, 2018 at 8:23 pm
I remember those days, that moment when you know you have to get out and pin that choke plate open. Thanks for the memory – I hope those ribs stay in one piece.
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January 29, 2018 at 2:51 pm
Hehe. Well, both the carburetor and the Blazer are long gone, so I should be good. 🙂 You’re welcome, Dan.
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January 27, 2018 at 6:42 pm
Dancing is much safer lol
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January 29, 2018 at 2:52 pm
Oh, I dunno. I’m pretty good at tripping over my own feet at the oddest of times! 😛
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January 27, 2018 at 3:35 pm
Yikes and big ouch. I think dancing may be less dangerous but who knows? 😉
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January 29, 2018 at 2:52 pm
I’m not trying it, just in case. 😉
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January 29, 2018 at 4:28 pm
😀
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January 27, 2018 at 3:06 pm
So long as the lessons are life long and you don’t find yourself repeating them…you have impressive action skills Linda.
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January 29, 2018 at 2:59 pm
Thank you, Michael. My major action-y days are behind me I think, for better or worse. 😛
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January 29, 2018 at 3:02 pm
I’d like to think we have some action left in us Linda, maybe not as breath-taking as once before, but surprising all the same.
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January 29, 2018 at 3:06 pm
Haha! Breath-taking has taken on a whole new meaning. 😀
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January 29, 2018 at 3:21 pm
Yes, its becoming more literal than metaphorical….sad isn’t it…
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January 29, 2018 at 3:22 pm
Look at the bright side – it forces us to slow down and smell the roses. 🙂
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January 29, 2018 at 3:25 pm
Yes true, but don’t you wish you had the energy to get back up again after smelling the roses…lol
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January 29, 2018 at 3:35 pm
Haha! We just need taller roses. 😉
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January 27, 2018 at 2:21 pm
Ouch, that sounds so painful. I, on the other hand, enjoy dancing but have only seen figure skating in movies. Give Fitness Marshall on youtube a watch. I dance to some of his videos in the privacy of my home where I can comfortably think I’m an awesome dancer.
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January 29, 2018 at 3:01 pm
That’s what I need – privacy to practice! Unfortunately I’m rarely completely alone. Thanks for the tip! I’ll remember that for next time I get the chance. 😀
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January 27, 2018 at 2:06 pm
Lol!
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January 29, 2018 at 3:01 pm
😀
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January 27, 2018 at 2:05 pm
Ouch!!!!! :0 Well …thankfully you survived! Enjoyed your post! Hope you have a good weekend! 🙂
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January 29, 2018 at 3:01 pm
Thanks, Patty! Hope you did too. 🙂
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