Hakuna Matata
Or at least something approaching Lion King happiness.
"What's a motto?" "Nothing - what'sa matter with you?" (I'm regaining equilibrium.)
Finished up swim lessons this morning, with Sam, Esha, & Abby. Abby finished up as a level 7; so I confused her by introducing butterfly kick and breaststroke kick today. I was amazed at how badly she grasped the concept of fly kick. Also: I got to field the question of "Why do they call it breaststroke?" rather tactfully -- by avoiding the question. Obviously it was named by the same sort of person who took dolphin kick and put it on a stroke called butterfly. Frog legs and breasts are connected the same way? Sam is still clingy and didn't make it past level 2; his back float is good, but his front float is weak - and he still loves to hang on rather than do it himself. Still, he's only 4. Esha skipped today, which makes a grand total of 3/8. Why would you skip multiple lessons, when they're so expensive? She ended a 2/3, I think, because she could do her front and back floats. But I wouldn't be surprised if Sarah didn't bump her up.
Wow. This is like the chemistry of keyboarding... and so much nerdism.
We went down to Philly last night. Dave drove; Sam came along again, and I grabbed Milli from Quakertown. We missed the Lindy lesson, but got gelato -- and they had raspberry and dark chocolate. *rolls around in happy flavor-ness* I gave Milli and Sam the 30-second "this is what your footwork should be" rundown, and both of them humored me and shuffled around while finishing their gelato. I was very proud - they both did really well. Sam, you seem to be picking up on it pretty effortlessly, and I'm glad you figured out the swingout. Milli, your frame was much better this time around, and I'm glad that you started to really 'get' the footwork.
I threw Milli and Sam into the middle of the circle for the jam - and they both took it at face value and enjoyed themselves. I ran into my RA from freshman year, who graduated this past year - and Zebi said that she might be coming back, so I'm hoping I see her again. Danced with Dave, and things seemed to be almost-back-to-normal. True, a lindy rather than a blues, but still. It was enheartening. Things seem okay, there.
Milli and Sam agree with me that blues is amusing, and that it's a lot of fun to do with a lead who knows what he's doing. This, of course, led to them teasing Sloan as to why he won't lead blues, and the quote of the night "Blues is clothed sex on the dance floor". I can't say I agree. Is it occasionally an excuse to be more close, and a little more sketchy, than I'd usually be comfortable with? Sure. And was I freaked out of my mind when I danced my first blues and didn't realize that it wasn't Lindy? Oh, yes. But it's not that extreme.
(Kind of glad that Sloan hasn't seen microblues yet.)
The boy who may or may not be Milli's got christened "Code Name: Apple" by Sloan and Dave, after they had run through almost the whole alphabet to try to guess his real name. To which I want to christen her "Code Name: Eve", because frankly, it fits. I got to steal Milli overnight again, and there were nice long talks of doom - boys, school, future. Posfe, and habits of overthinking things. Some rather entertaining lists that may end up on FB, comparing us to Disney characters.
So my feet hurt, and my back hurts, but nothing that a good stretch and a few lazy laps shouldn't cure, hopefully.
"What's a motto?" "Nothing - what'sa matter with you?" (I'm regaining equilibrium.)
Finished up swim lessons this morning, with Sam, Esha, & Abby. Abby finished up as a level 7; so I confused her by introducing butterfly kick and breaststroke kick today. I was amazed at how badly she grasped the concept of fly kick. Also: I got to field the question of "Why do they call it breaststroke?" rather tactfully -- by avoiding the question. Obviously it was named by the same sort of person who took dolphin kick and put it on a stroke called butterfly. Frog legs and breasts are connected the same way? Sam is still clingy and didn't make it past level 2; his back float is good, but his front float is weak - and he still loves to hang on rather than do it himself. Still, he's only 4. Esha skipped today, which makes a grand total of 3/8. Why would you skip multiple lessons, when they're so expensive? She ended a 2/3, I think, because she could do her front and back floats. But I wouldn't be surprised if Sarah didn't bump her up.
Wow. This is like the chemistry of keyboarding... and so much nerdism.
We went down to Philly last night. Dave drove; Sam came along again, and I grabbed Milli from Quakertown. We missed the Lindy lesson, but got gelato -- and they had raspberry and dark chocolate. *rolls around in happy flavor-ness* I gave Milli and Sam the 30-second "this is what your footwork should be" rundown, and both of them humored me and shuffled around while finishing their gelato. I was very proud - they both did really well. Sam, you seem to be picking up on it pretty effortlessly, and I'm glad you figured out the swingout. Milli, your frame was much better this time around, and I'm glad that you started to really 'get' the footwork.
I threw Milli and Sam into the middle of the circle for the jam - and they both took it at face value and enjoyed themselves. I ran into my RA from freshman year, who graduated this past year - and Zebi said that she might be coming back, so I'm hoping I see her again. Danced with Dave, and things seemed to be almost-back-to-normal. True, a lindy rather than a blues, but still. It was enheartening. Things seem okay, there.
Milli and Sam agree with me that blues is amusing, and that it's a lot of fun to do with a lead who knows what he's doing. This, of course, led to them teasing Sloan as to why he won't lead blues, and the quote of the night "Blues is clothed sex on the dance floor". I can't say I agree. Is it occasionally an excuse to be more close, and a little more sketchy, than I'd usually be comfortable with? Sure. And was I freaked out of my mind when I danced my first blues and didn't realize that it wasn't Lindy? Oh, yes. But it's not that extreme.
(Kind of glad that Sloan hasn't seen microblues yet.)
The boy who may or may not be Milli's got christened "Code Name: Apple" by Sloan and Dave, after they had run through almost the whole alphabet to try to guess his real name. To which I want to christen her "Code Name: Eve", because frankly, it fits. I got to steal Milli overnight again, and there were nice long talks of doom - boys, school, future. Posfe, and habits of overthinking things. Some rather entertaining lists that may end up on FB, comparing us to Disney characters.
So my feet hurt, and my back hurts, but nothing that a good stretch and a few lazy laps shouldn't cure, hopefully.