SometimesYaGottaDance.wmv

The economy is bad. Winter here in the corner of Tennessee/Georgia is cold, cloudy and depressing. I would love to go on a bike ride, but it's too miserable outside. Just about everybody I know is fighting a cold; sniffling, sneezing, coughing, or, or in the case of my grandchildren, dripping suspicious looking green mucous from their red noses.

I really don't want to overdose on Prozac. I've considered trying to just just sleep through the winter. There is a local phomenon that pretty much announces spring has arrived. That is the arrival of the famous Sand Mountain hummingbirds. Would the fast and furious buzzing of their wings awaken me? I sure don't want to sleep through spring.

In the meantime, I've decided I just gotta dance! Dance while I write, dance with my grandchildren (no, it ain't pretty, but it sure is fun), and dance with those around me I hold dear. You better watch this video so you'll be prepared when I break out in one of my slick moves. Maybe you too need to dance!