Dancing in the grocery store aisle . . . why not?

5 May

Tonight my Mom and I danced to “Electric Avenue” in the grocery aisle. Why not. The music was playing, so I started be-bopping down the aisle, my Mom joined in behind me and the Store manager had a good laugh . . . or was that just an audible smile?

It had been quite a day. My Mom came along for the ride (I feel badly about that . . . not that I didn’t really enjoy having her company, but, it was a lot to ask anyone to sit through and go through). If I had known the day was going to run so long, I would not have let her, let me drag her through it. But, she wanted to come to my surgical consult. And, I am guessing that based upon my inability to successfully navigate a parking lot yesterday, she probably figured I needed the company. She was probably right.

Still a very long day.

I am glad that I saw the surgeon today. He was very informative and I learned a lot. I now have some things to think about.

2 Responses to “Dancing in the grocery store aisle . . . why not?”

  1. Jennifer May 6, 2010 at 10:59 AM #

    Sometimes it’s the little things that bring unexpected smiles to our faces and make everything worthwhile. Keep dancing! 🙂

  2. cancerfree2b May 6, 2010 at 2:23 PM #

    Awe, thank you, Jennifer.
    You are right. And it was fun to dance in the grocery store aisle, if not just a tad embarrassing . . . or maybe I was embarrassed by the fact that I wasn’t even embarrassed to do it . . . 🙂

    I miss you! I hope we can get together some time soon. It was so great to catch up with you by phone!

    Much love to you,
    Lisa

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