Last week was a bittersweet, whirlwind one at our house–so busy I didn’t have a chance to post!
First, I learned of the death of my childhood dance teacher, Dorothy Rainer Sellars at age eighty-six. She closed her studio last year after fifty-seven years of teaching. Fifty-seven years, folks! She was one dynamo of a woman and almost single-handedly brought the arts to the rural area where I grew up. Her twin sisters were concert pianists and she took students to NYC almost every summer to study dance and explore. There’s no way to measure what an influence she had on my life even though I studied dance for only a few years. I was her assistant from the time I turned sixteen until I graduated from high school, I spent almost three weeks in NYC with her, and I graduated from her alma mater. My roommate was even one of her former students. She will be sorely missed.
Throughout the week, we had eight house guests, six overnight, though four was the maximum at one time. One arrived Tuesday, five arrived Wednesday and two left, one arrived Thursday and two left, and one came on Friday. It was a revolving door and I loved it! Wednesday’s outing was lunch at Miss Scarlett’s tea room–a special treat for our Chicago guest. On Thursday we did the NashTrash tour, a must for out of town visitors. I think my Canadian friend almost overdosed on “Southern.” As my hometown newspaper, The Florala News (an eight page weekly) would say, “A good time was had by all.”
Then on Friday, my youngest stepson (twenty-five) had surgery. He’s fine, but it was still surgery which meant anesthesia and waiting and spending the entire day at a hospital.
Writing? I didn’t post on my blog, but that doesn’t mean writing things weren’t happening. Good things. Creative things. Because they were. Yes, indeed, they were.