SATURDAY, JANUARY 12th, 2013
I find myself face to face (quite literally) with a mirrored wall floor to ceiling on Saturday evening while visiting Adjacent Neighborhood Family. A quick glance over my left shoulder to ensure nobody is looking and all is clear. Shuffle to the left...shuffle to the right...arms outreached, fingers spread, not a wiggle among them, "Jazz Hands" is a huge success today. Enter Girl Kid accompanied by Adjacent Neighborhood Girl Kid and they join in. I demonstrate to them the difference between "Jazz Hands" and "Spirit Fingers" and in a moment of blissful spontaneity I make a new move up. Moving my elbows in toward my body, fingers rigid and close together (opposed to spread out fingers associated with hand jazzing), I flap my arms, elbow to finger tips and call this variation "Sea Turtle Flappers." I get a good chuckle out of the girls and in my head they are laughing with me. Possibly one of the biggest developments in this journey to date, this is the first occasion where "Jazz Hands" became a social event. There was that one time in the car somewhere south of Islamorada when a meager hand jazzing was displayed in the rear view mirror with Family in the car, but that barely counts as it was quick, poorly performed, and I have an uncanny talent for saying and doing things that get entirely ignored by Family. Also worth noting: The addition of shuffling my feet to and fro. This was unplanned and I give full credit to Wall Mirror for inspiring the uninhibited inclusion. Day Twelve complete.
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