I haven’t written about hula and Tahitian dance in awhile. Things have been going better there. So well, in fact, that I have decided to take ballet class. Actually, ballet class should help me be a better hula and Tahitian dancer. My first ballet class was on Friday, except the teacher had some emergency, so I showed up in pink tights and a black leotard to a dance class that got canceled.

You may expect to read about my ballet mishaps either late Friday or Saturday. I must love trying new things that no one else would do at my age. I guess I like a challenge, although dance classes have often been more misery than challenge. The torture my body goes through… The comparisons I make to the teenagers–thinking I should be able to do what they do. I don’t exactly learn quickly. I’m improving on that though. I’m ambidextrous, which is mostly cool, until I want to do something physical. Then I don’t know which is left and right. When everyone else is going right, I’m typically going left. I have to think about it. I have to make a physical memory, so that I remember what to do.

I really don’t know what to expect in ballet. I’m sure that four years of dancing will help in any type of dance that I do. I’m not very fond of the tights and leotard, although I have to admit that they are comfortable. It’s more clothing than Tahitian dance–that took a lot to get used to.