The other day, while grading papers, I had some old music playing in the background. It was good music, but not all the songs were my choice. It dawned on me that in our new home we MUST get a new turntable and break out all of our albums. Yes, vinyl. They have been boxed since we left Alaska. Seriously. I want to pull out an album and be my own personal DJ. Line that needle up to the exact tune I want to hear. When my favorite Neil Young album slipped from my fingers and a chunk broke off, I could not throw it away. I simply dropped the need past the breakage and dealt with it; beautifully.
And dancing to the music. I love to dance, especially in the privacy of my own home. Rocking and rolling to the music and shouting and being bodacious!
When I was a youngster, we had a marvelous Magnavox hi fi. My father ran the Dance 
Club where he taught. I think all of us girls went along, rather than have a sitter. I loved every minute of it. We’d bring the 45’s home for safekeeping and I’d play them all the time. My mother loved Sinatra and I did, too. Then there was Jack Jones, classical music, and show tunes. My folks would leave the house and I’d have that Magnavox loaded up in a flat second. I’d dance and sing and just love life. I get to do it again. I still have some of those 45’s…yes, I do!