Dance---Dance---Do, doo, doo-op---Dance.....

Oh, my grandson loves when I dance....he belly laugh's...

Every one else runs away.....

But, Foo-Foo-Foo-op on them.....

It's me and my dancing shoes, and my favorite little man....OK, so he is only 6 months....but he APPRECIATES me and my dancin'. He likes my singing too, which is even worse.

Also, I would plant acres of sunflowers just to look at them!
I would plant a vineyard.....and share the 'fruits' of my labor.

I WOULD OWN A HORSE and ride her, with my gray locks flying in the wind....nevermind that the rest of me would be loosely flying around too.....I could wear baggy clothes, right?

I would let hubby have his own body back, and not ask him to do everything I can't do. He is very nice about letting me in, but, really, the poor man should own his body and not have to open every jar, do every task and plant popcorn for me, cuz I want to try to grow it. He hates planting rutabaga too....but he does it for me.

Why is it that we value what we could do, when we can't do it?

I like this thread, because it unites us in our humanity....it is one time, we can all feel for each other, regardless of what our loss is.....LET'S GO RIDE BIKES AND ELEPHANTS--AND HORSES---IN RED SHOES--WHILST TWIRLING BATONS! if only in our dreams.

One good quote is "Do something that scares you every day".....truly that is a good way to live....when I did that I felt more challenged. Even going to Walmart is scary these days, so, it is easy to find things that scare me.

Ah, yes...