Dance like no one is watching

Another quiet solo run this morning -- just two miles, but a nice pace and good head time. Then I came home and jury-rigged these from a standard scone recipie:



These are Meyer Lemon Blueberry Vanilla Yogurt Scones with Lemon Honey spread. Notice the tiny fingers on the side? I had to do a hockey-player block to get that picture. A wee tweak of the leavening to deal with the increased acidity, and voila! A new recipe and the last of the farmer's market blueberries are all eaten up.

Then my day began unfolding in the usual way -- sweeping, cleaning up, taking the recycling out, and there was one more wet load of laundry to hang up. I noticed yesterday that when I hang laundry, I find myself smiling for no reason. I just like doing it.

And this morning? I was wearing my mp3 player -- often something I do while sweeping or cleaning, and the combination of hanging laundry and "Jive Talking" just got me going. I danced with tank tops; I danced with pajama bottoms. I danced with cloth napkins, I just danced and danced and danced. I assume no neighbors were watching, but if they were, I hope it gave them a huge smile -- I miss dancing, and if doing it around my laundry line is the way to get some, then I'm all for it.

Nothing like the smell of fresh laundry, too.