Saturday, I went to an Elvis tribute. You know . . . one of those shows that carry you down nostalgia roads. . . where memories flashback to where you were when you heard a song. “We’re caught in a trap . . . I can’t walk out . . because I love you too much baby.” Haven’t heard that song in years, but I can instantly recall every word of it as it’s being played and faint memories of myself growing up hearing it, including the hairbrush as a microphone singing in a mirror. Fess up! We all did that!
We went from the 50’s to the 70’s in a few hours. There’s no way all the Elvis songs could be covered, but the signature, “Love Me Tender” was there! The three Elvis tribute artists were talented and did a wonderful job of making us feel that Elvis did indeed . . . live again
I didn’t buy a ticket for the show, I volunteered my time as an usher in order to see it. It was my first time to try that. I met at 6:00. When I walked into the lobby, I was happy to see a familiar face from church choir. I met some sweet people, three from church, two from Hallsville, and some students from LeTourneau. In all, there were about fifteen of us.
With my ‘official vest & tag’ I was partnered with two ‘veteran’ lady ushers, who were to show me what I needed to learn. I’m thinking they were in their late 70’s or early 80’s. I got one of them to take my picture!
At the ‘lower balcony’ I was given a quick lesson on seating and how to read the ticket. It was an easy task. I had fun greeting, taking their tickets, and pointing the way to the restrooms. The audience I met were in the age range that might have actually seen the ‘real’ Elvis.
After the show started, we found some seats and enjoyed the show. It was as entertaining to watch some of the audience members watching the show as it was to watch the performance itself. I noticed one older lady sitting with her husband, singing along with every song, clapping, and being animated. I think it was probably a good thing that the few seats beside them were empty. I smiled watching her joy of the performers.
As audience members, we went expecting to be entertained. The tickets were a bit pricey in my opinion, but since ‘The King’ of Rock N Roll is dead, impersonators are as close as we’ll get to a live concert of Elvis. They’re professional impersonators for entertainment, but how often do we feel the need to be impersonators in real life?
I myself, feel like I’m an impersonator sometimes. I smile when I am feeling blue. In my mind, I tell myself to fake it until it feels real and it does work most of the time.
There are all kinds of issues in our lives. Who we share them with depends on our types of personality and how much we trust the other people. I’ve noticed, some people are very open in sharing all the intimate going ons in their life. While others are more careful about what they share.
In real life, I’m a bit more closed up when talking to people. I tend to share with people who I know won’t gossip about my life. (Not that I have interesting things to be talked about)! I share feelings and situations with people that generally care about me. I’ll show my weaknesses to these people. Friends that will hold me in a hug and lift me up in prayer. I don’t feel judged as a person lacking, but as a person with all the foibles that comes with humanity.
My care group is my safe haven. My shelter when I’m feeling blown off course. My support group that is there to listen and love me. They let me into their lives too. These Christian couples who have taken me in. The funny thing about this care group is that I don’t even attend their church.
It is indeed a group that shows Godly love to one another. I’m not deeming them perfect because they aren’t. They are people who struggle with living in this world too. However, they are an entity of people who come together to shine God’s light on others in our group, and outward to their children and people in their life. I love that we can listen to one another, share some tears and laughter, and pray for each other. I look forward to the Sunday nights of fellowship.
Tonight, I didn’t feel like an impersonator of Becky, but my real self. I was able to share my doubts and my fears and the insecurities that go along with change and for that I am thankful.
So to the people in my care group; Thank you….Thank you very much! I’m trying to add the sexy lip curl, but it just comes off as a lop-sided smile.
It’s so nice to have a group for support, but if you don’t remember God is with you no matter what issues you are facing. The real King is alive! You simply have to reach out and embrace His love and His acceptance. Ask Him for help and in His timing, it’ll come. I believe God sends people in our lives to be His ambassadors and show love. Reading His word and prayer will bring Him more personally into each of our lives.
Saturday night I went to bed with the biggest smile on my face. I couldn’t stop smiling! I had unexpectedly experienced one of the sweetest nights in a long time.
Cam and I had arranged to meet halfway to get together and have lunch. I left about 11:45 and drove my two hours to meet him in Greenville. On the way, I passed through the small town of Big Sandy. Yes, the name is ironic because the town in t-i-n-y! I think maybe two traffic lights and a population of a little over 1,200. Passing through, I knew there was a place to dance off Hwy 80. My eyes happened to catch site of the sign, “Dance Saturday and Monday” and I thought, “If it’s open when I come home, I just might stop.” A friend of mine, Laura, and I had talked about going one night. We had joked about going there and learning to dance from the ‘old timers.’
On the way home, I hit the town of Big Sandy about 6:50. I had decided to do something. It didn’t matter if it was just watching dancers or going to the Gladewater Opry. I just couldn’t make myself go home to an empty house on a Saturday night. I’m suppose to be in the prime of my life and connecting with people, not being pathetic and sitting alone in my house.
Since, I had Mexican food for lunch with Cam and Madi, and crazy hair from the wind, I stopped at the Dollar Store and bought a toothbrush, toothpaste, nail polish, and a comb. The Dance Hall is right next to the Dollar Store, so I pulled into the parking lot and begin to paint my nails.
A few cars were parked by the building. I wanted to wait to see what type of people would be going inside. I looked it up on my phone and it said The Dance Hall had a ‘family’ atmosphere. I sat there in my car as my fingernails dried. I begin to doubt if I was brave enough to enter alone. I put a little toothpaste on the toothbrush and brushed my teeth. Spitting into the bag, I watched as four cars pulled in and two older couples got out and went inside. Next, it was two single ladies and a lone man entered. I thought, “It’s now or never.” I walked inside.
Behind the door, sat a lady. She smiled and said, “Hello.” I smiled back and paid my $5 to enter. I told her it was my first time there. She welcomed me and told me there wasn’t any smoking or drinking. (I felt pretty good about that). She told me I could sit at any of the tables that didn’t have a name reserved on them.
I walked around and nodded at some people. There were various people visiting with each other. Most of the people were older than me. I smiled, bought a Diet Coke, and took a seat at a table without a name…close to the dance floor. I felt a little conspicuous by myself and because I was dressed in long shorts instead of pants. Most ladies were dressed in long pants or long skirts and boots. Many of the men had cowboy hats and boots on too.
As I was sitting alone. An elderly gentleman was making his way around the tables saying hello to various people. When he came to my table, he shook my hand and introduced himself as Bill. He was dressed in jeans, a black vest, a light-colored shirt, a black cowboy hat, and boots. He asked me if I was new and I introduced myself. He asked me if I liked to dance and I laughed and said, “No, I’m just here to watch the dancers. I can’t dance.” He said that he’d have to change that. I said I think it over. We smiled and he walked on.
In a bit, another man came and introduced himself as Joe. He was closer to my age. He was only about 5’7″ or so and had a round belly. He was dressed in jeans, a plaid shirt, and boots. No hat. We introduced ourselves and once again I told him, no I didn’t dance and was just there to watch. He said, “Oh, I can teach you.” Obviously, he didn’t know I have two left feet.
The band started playing at 7:30 and the floor begin to fill with couples dancing hand in hand. There wasn’t any simple swaying like I had done with John the few times we had danced. These couples moved around the floor counter-clockwise. They really were beautiful to watch. Their feet moved in unison, one pair moved forward and the other moved back, and then they turned moving further away.
The second song began and Bill came to my table. He said, “Come on…this is a waltz. You can do it.” I said, “I’ll step on your toes.” He replied, “That’s okay, my toes have been stepped on before.” Who ever said chivalry was dead? This guy, as old as my dad, stood in front of me holding out his hand. I hesitated just a moment and then thought, “What the heck, no one knows me here.” We stepped on the floor and I put my hands in his.
I would like to say that it was magical and I danced like a dream, but that’s not what happened. I tried to look down to watch our feet, but he told me not to look at my feet, but to look at his eyes. I had trouble matching his steps and I was very stiff. He said to try to relax and we made our way toward the band. He talked, I smiled, and I apologized for not being able to match his steps. However, we made it three-fourths of the way around the floor before the music ended. I was an awful waltzer, but I didn’t care. I tried and it was fine. I thanked Bill for the dance and went back to my table with a huge smile on my face. Sitting, I watched more dancers and Facebooked my joy because I wanted to share my bravery!
It wasn’t too long before Joe came and asked me to dance the two-step. I hardly hesitated. We walked onto the floor. Unlike Bill, Joe did know how to help me count at first to keep my steps. He was right when he said that the two step is easy to learn. I could even do it! He was easy to talk with and he encouraged me as I loosened up. Occasionally, his belly brushed mine as I danced backward. I tried not to get tickled when it happened. We were just passed the band when the song ended. The dance floor was so large that I hadn’t made it around not even once while we danced.
I went back to my table and watched and listened. Bill came over and sit and talked. I smiled. I could tell he loved to dance. He would get up and dance with other ladies. There was an older lady at the table in front of me who obviously loved to dance also and he danced with her several times. He danced with me one other time and this time he stepped on my toes several times. My feet just wouldn’t move out of his way.
After that, he told me his life story. A retired Army officer who had been through Korea, Vietnam, and then to Washington and married twice. He retired after 23 years of service. I could tell Bill was still a lost soul. My heart aches that he lives alone at the end of his life. He is 84 years old and he told me he just broke up with a young gal of 73. “Age,” he said, “is only a number, not a state of mind.” I’m sure he’ll continue to dance.
Joe ask me to dance again. I happily two stepped with him. We moved across the floor and the music ended. Joe asked, “Do you want to dance another?” The music started and off we went. Just a few moments into it, Joe said, “I think you can twirl now. It’s easy and I’ll tell you when I’m going to twirl you and my hand will guide you.” It was easy! I had so much fun….I went around and back and then around his back, grabbed his hand and repeated. I’m sure I giggled. Everyone should get to experience that! When the music ended, he twirled me one last time. I hugged his neck and thanked him for taking his time to show me how much fun it was.
It was a simple building…nothing special to look at. It was a country band….and I don’t know country songs. It was a hard step to stop and go in by myself, but it was fun!!!!
Yes, I drove home with a smile on my face. I took a shower with a smile on my face. I went to bed and fell asleep and I’m sure I had a smile on my face because on Sunday I awoke…..with a smile!
Shoes… I caught my dog, Zoey, licking a pair of sandals that I kicked off when I sat in my recliner. Looking around, I spot a pair of loafers sitting on an end table and a pair of cross trainers sitting by the garage door. Three pairs of shoes within 50 feet of me and I’m not even a ‘shoe’ person. I’m smiling as I look at each pair. What do these shoes say about me?
The pair of black loafers on the end table . . . another victim of one of my pets who decided the back of the shoes needed chewing. I’m thinking it may have been my cat, Pippin, but then Zoey does have a fascination with the taste of my feet. Those loafers scream… comfortable, but rather unattractive. They were perfect to wear with dress pants or jeans. I didn’t have to worry that my feet would ache after wearing them hours. It was just about time to put them to rest because the comfy shoes have been worn so much the front color was fading, but because they were ‘tasty’ I no longer have to worry about wearing them. I really should put them in the trash can, but it’s hard to say goodbye to such a loyal pair of shoes.
The Nike cross trainers by the door leading into the garage are sitting in obedience until it is time again to go for a long walk or go to the gym. They are light weight shoes black in color with shocking pink ties. They’ve seen their fair share of miles walking pavement, hallways, on the treadmill, and on the elliptical. Sometimes they are simply the most comfortable shoes to wear when teaching and when I put them on I sigh with appreciation of how great they feel although, they definitely say ‘these are for comfort, not beauty.’ However, I do love my trainers!
The brown sandals scattered with abandon next to the recliner signals the start of wearing open toe shoes because of the warmth of the weather. It was so nice to slip them on this morning without looking for matching socks. My toes smile because they’re free to wiggle in the sunshine and breathe in the air. Now my toes just need the color of a pedicure, so they can be flirty in their bareness.
Today wasn’t the first day to wear open toe shoes. This week, I slipped on my favorite pair of wedge sandals with the black flowers. The heel is a comfortable wedge…not too high. However, I wasn’t wearing them very long until the top of my feet were being rubbed. Since my feet are still tender, the bands on my most comfortable pair of sandals almost brought tears to my eyes by the end of the school day. I realize callouses, to some extent, on feet are a good thing.
The following day, I decided to wear another pair of my favorite sandals. My black high wedges with the memory foam. Usually my feet smile when wearing them, but that day, my toes seemed to be constantly falling over the top of my shoes. What’s up with that? How do sandals that I love to wear in the summer suddenly become shoes that make me say, “Ouch!” These shoes are high and when I wear them I feel so much more attractive. God didn’t bless me vertically and the extra height almost makes me feel super model-ish because then I’m almost 5′ 6″. These were my first shoes that I bought from Dillard’s. I had never spent more than $40 on a pair of shoes before except walking shoes. However, I splurged and I was forever hooked on quality made shoes!
Now it you looked in my closet, I do have quite a few pairs of flat sandals, some uncomfortable heels, some shoes that I use to mow the lawn in, and some shoes that I may never wear again, but I keep ‘just incase’. All of them would be basic colors…black, white, tan, and a few blues. I can’t seem to break out of my shell and purchase an unusual color. I would love to buy a yellow, aqua, or pink…but then I’d think…”How many outfits do I own that I could wear that with?”
I’d talk myself out of being frivolous and be totally sensible! I also can’t make myself buy shoes that aren’t comfortable. I think if I can’t wear them all day then why purchase them? It’s almost like deciding if you enjoy a person enough to put the effort it takes to be friends or merely acquaintances.
I do have a friend, Sally, that has a rainbow assortment of shoes. She doesn’t mind if they are uncomfortable or if they will go only with a few outfits. She doesn’t take in consideration that the heels will be killers in a few hours. I admire that in her. I like that she doesn’t let ‘limitations’ dictate to her about her shoe fashion. I love teasing her about how many pairs of shoes are in her closet. To be truthful, I wish I could let my ‘restrictions’ go, but I know in reality there is a part of me that only considers comfort and usefulness when it comes to shoes. Someone should really do a study to see what that says about our personalities.
It is this same person who compliments me when I wear a pretty pair of shoes or says something when I wear an unattractive pair. She is honest enough to say…’Don’t buy those!’ I am so drawn to ‘manly’ shoes. I absolutely love men’s leather shoes or bowling shoes. There is something so classically handsome about a pair of brown leather or two-tone shoes! Perhaps that says something about my personality too.
I remember my dad playing Nancy Sinatra’s song “These Boots Are Made For Walkin” quite a bit when I was growing up. I do have a few pairs of boots, however most of my shoes are sensible and comfortable and made for wearing! What’s your relationship with shoes?