Jubilee Park

With a pervasive sense of jubilation I embarked upon my life without being hit in the leg every day.  So happy I decided this was the weekend to try out my new shoes.   Recently purchased and and never worn outside of the shop I had put them away in anticipation of that special day.  On this day the weather was fine and suitable for a first gentle outing. Once on I found them very soft, very strong and immediately understood they would classify as my, 'new dancing shoes'. 


I recently resolved that HollyWood movies are horribly compromised works of art and since spring is upon us in Melbourne Australia where the live music scene is fertile, accessible and everywhere, dancing is the rational persons next quick-step. 


I stepped out into the beat, such as it was, feeling like a dick being the only soul on the floor but with years of experience I knew they would follow and they did.  With joy and energy the space between the drinkers and the musicians was a tidal melody, flooding and ebbing as the beat rose and fell. 

After a few well placed drinks and a sleep I woke to my body clock and found messages on the mobile reminding me to take my eldest to his preliminary final footy match at Jubilee Park.
Basking in the sun in the grandstand and recovering I expected a quiet morning but those lads stood up, never lost their composure and won the game on fitness, grit and confidence.  God love them, I was jubilant.