I’ve square danced a few times in my life. Back in high school gym class, our teachers introduced my mortified class to square dancing as a fun exercise. Imagine being asked to dance with teenage boys who did not want to dance. Now imagine doing it in a romper suit. We girls were wearing hideous one-piece gym suits, powder blue for my class. Each class was assigned a color and you stuck with it for the 4 years of high school. I always wanted red. The suits were made of cotton with a row of snaps up the front and elastic that bunched around your waist; they were garments of ridicule. The boys got to wear shorts and tees. Women, if you think you have not made progress, just check out these vintage uniforms.
We were lined up, no choice of partners because that’s what square and contra dancing is all about. Community fun! Since our gym teachers were not expert callers, they put on a record and we do-si-doed until they granted us reprieve so that we could dress like normal people and go on to our next class.
We managed throughout not to actually look our partners in the eyes, saving some sense of self.
Do-si-do generally means “dancing around.” It’s from the French dos a dos, or back to back because the movement involves circling your partner. I won’t get into allemande left.
Why this reminisce? I’ve been do-si-doeing around with my architect and contractor. We’ve been circling with missed calls, vacations, e-mails. No hideous clothes were involved. Today, I think I got everyone on the same page. The same e-mail page at least. And I have a promise of a proper bid for my banker by next Monday. Stay tuned!
Trying to combine a move, with rightsizing, with a federally backed rehab mortgage has become a crazy dance. None of the pieces can move without the others. I am hoping, that my thankfulness this week extends to a big step forward.
May your Thanksgiving be lovely and any dancing be by choice,
In case you want to do-si-do, this courtesy of Merriam Webster at m-w.com: