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I’m all aleak myself.  Aye! leaks in leaks! not only full of leaky casks, but those leaky casks are in a leaky ship; and that’s a far worse plight than the Pequod’s, man.  Yet I don’t stop to plug my leak; for who can find it in the deep-loaded hull; or how hope to plug it, even if found, in this life’s howling gale?  Starbuck, I’ll not have the Burtons hoisted.

We danced on Saturday.  It has been a long time, but we made it to the contra dance party.  Most of it came back to me, the do-si-does and the gypsy, and the promenade.  The long lines, and the finding your partner at the beginning of each set of moves.  The stars turning, the steps and moves that I don’t really remember what they are called, but most of them I got onto eventually.
Sometimes you start out with a group of people who also are not sure what to do, and you sort of fake it until you reach some people who do know what they are doing.  Then it is sort of a relief, like, oh, that’s what we are supposed to be doing.  Oh, like half a hay.  What?  I know you are supposed to follow the woman, and pass on the right of someone, and the left of someone, but half.  It took me some time to realize where to stop.  Or a right hand pass and then a courtesy turn.  Yeah, I know it now.

Mostly though, to me, it seemed like a lot of spinning.  Which is okay.  I like it when I get to spin my partner, if she is willing to look at me, but it is kind of nervous.  Then if you can look at the person, it is sort of dizzying to me.  I got dizzy some.  Sometimes I just stopped and waited.  No one complained though.  I only bumped into one person, or tripped.

There were also some simple waltzes.  I had some friends who came to the contra party one time.  When the waltz came around, I told them “don’t waltz”.  But there is something irresistible about the waltz.  It seems so simple.  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.  Right?  That should be easy.  And yet, it is not so easy.  Sometimes, on a golf course there is a sign near the start that says “No lessons on the course” or something like that.  If people abide by that rule lots of arguments and hurt feelings are avoided.  It seems somehow similar on the dance floor.  Someone has to lead, but that doesn’t mean someone has to teach.

Kathy and I have had that problem.  So, we took a few lessons.  We got some instruction on waltz:  the simplest sort of pattern that fits the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 – or maybe 1, 2—and 4, 5, 6 — I’m not sure.  But, there we were, dancing the waltzes.  It wasn’t perfect, but she mostly allowed me to lead, and she was able to follow.  I let her do her turns, which she did perfectly, so that I could meet her on the other side.  We didn’t bump too many people.  No more than bumped us.

For some time, at least, we were out of the howling gale, and not leaky at all.

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