The Wallflower

 

I’ve turned 55. I think that still qualifies me for Early Onset PD. I don’t know. There is also Early Onset Alzheimer’s. Unfortunately one of my in-laws was recently diagnosed with it. Understandably, she is depressed. It makes me feel actually blessed to have PD.

            I have decided to walk more, especially since I can thankfully. In the fall, of course, it’s a wonderful time to walk. If winter proves harsh I have my stationary bike installed now amongst the plants in the greenhouse or my Gazelle in the bedroom to keep up the momentum. I have been going to Gentle Yoga classes twice a week, and Tango on Pine Street at least once a week.

There was a Tango Festival at the University last week. I signed up for one workshop and biked up there despite a bad ankle after window cleaning that morning. I quite forgot about my ankle and did fine dancing with college boys and visitors from out of town. In the practica following the workshop, I stuck it out for and hour dancing with one of my Pine Street classmates and one fellow from Maryland. Then I sat and watched the couples dancing. I noticed that everyone was much better than I. There were lots of men and very few women lining the walls of the room, but no one seemed very interested in dancing with me - maybe because I was cringing with embarrassment. I noticed my ankle was sore again and slipped away. I heard later from my teachers that the level of skill at each evening Milonga was high, so it’s just as well I chickened out, though I had seriously considered going to one. I’ll keep taking lessons though, and who knows, one day I too may be wowing the wallflowers.