I spent this morning helping Becky finish her painting of a Cardinal. When I say help, I mean set up. I ask her what colours she wants and squeeze them out onto a palette. I make sure she has fresh water for her brushes, put the canvas on an easel, and so on. All the brush work is hers.
After an early lunch, I headed over to Oakville, as I’d volunteered to spend an hour demonstrating Scottish Country Dancing.
The Community Centre was packed. I mean bulging at the sides full. There was a steel drum band unloading their gear as I arrived. Burgers and hot dogs were being cooked outside, in -5 C, and there was a line-up for them. They smelt pretty good, actually. Inside was loud. A teenage jazz band was bringing down the house. We were supposed to be dancing next to where the band was playing. I saw my fellow dancers around the corner with their hands over their ears. Somebody was still in the dance studio so everyone was standing within ten feet of noisy brass instruments waiting to get into the room. A few more minutes and we were able escape inside. It’s not that the band was terrible, but in a confined space with a low ceiling, it was pretty hard on the ears.
Everything worked out really well. We had lots of people show up, of all ages, ready to learn a little bit of Scottish dancing. This is not Highland Dancing, this is social dancing done in groups. Think ceilidh dancing if you’ve ever been to one. We danced in circles, we danced in regular sets, and we danced in square sets. Everyone was smiling, which was what it was all about; having a good time.
It was over very quickly, so once I’d put my winter boots back in, I drove back to Mississauga and had tea and cake with Becky.
What did you do today?