Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for January 16, 2023

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The desire to dance?

It was there before but so was college football, basketball, pro sports …you just have to listen.

Dancing off the candy canes and cookies?

Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight.

Those moves, she’s doing the Laura Petrie.

Stuck in house – looking for something to do together – have felt that way over the past 3 years.

Weird Al, I’m assuming.

Janis has boogie fever.

The slim jeans fit.

Cabin fever

Fighting the January blahs. Go Janis!

pre-spring fever

I never understood the concept of dancing. Like singing (“I can’t sing; court order.” – Bender in Futurama), or any sort of art it is not part of my universe. As for rhythm, I can tap my finger at a reasonably steady rate and I walk at a steady pace because of the swinging of my arms, but anything more complicated than that – even clapping my hands more than a few seconds – ain’t gonna happen. I bet there are more of us out there than any of us realize.

Early spring. „There’s music in the air…“

Sometimes, either for joy or to chase away sadness, stress or the like, you just have to dance.

Get down, get funky

Christmas music is finally off the radio?

Everyone battles cabin fever in their own way.

“Live like there is no tomorrow

Sing as if no one can hear

Love like you have never been hurt

Dance as if no one is watching

Laugh like no one is listening" – William Purkey

I love the way dancing moves to other activities.

There are 4 or 5 songs played occasionally that has us both finding each other in the house and dancing. “Lady in Red” is only one of them.

Something like that Never happens to me. Happy about that.

The horizontal bop!

I wonder if the red and green and blue notes are played differently from the black ones?

“Roll With it Baby” Steve Winwood

Beats Jingle Bells….

Maybe she’s playing a song recorded by David Rose?

Another dumb New Years resolution.

Are Capri pants still a thing?

“Tough Guys Don’t Dance” Norman Mailer

The festive spirit lives on.

It’s called the anniversary dance. I get to dance alone for the 29th time again. On the 18th.

Ahh — the Hokey Pokey (Ref: 9 Chickweed Lane)

Bluetooth? Mine died this month.