PATRICK MCVAY

WRITER

My Musings

This text is currently hidden by a css change. Alow's me to go directly to the category description because it is editable in the front end,

Icy Dancer

Now that the 2022 Winter Olympics are stumbling and lurching into their final days and closing ceremonies, where the Chinese leadership will bask in the glow of their excellent human rights record, it's time that I revealed a little-known fact about myself, which is not going to surprise you at all: about eight years ago I was invited to join an ice dancing team.

Yeah, I know, I look like an ice dancer. Or maybe someone who could have been an ice dancer eight years ago. OK, maybe 38 years ago, but in any event sometime in the past. The foot skills, the body movements, the ability to do pull-throughs and drapes as needed to excel in the sport were evident in my mannerisms. Not my mannerisms while skating, but just while walking on dry land. In other words, people could see the potential I had to gain those skills, if they stretched their minds to very limits of credulity.

When I was invited to join the ice dance team, I was in a learn to skate program. In other words, I couldn't skate. My "long form" birth certificate said I was in my late 40s, but I was much younger than that in terms of my self-image. I was a young, lean, sleek skating machine, not a has-been with a bad back, Dadbod, and salt-and-pepper hair. And the team saw that in me!

Well, as you can imagine, there were a lot of demands on my time, and I simply couldn't fit ice dancing into my routine. So, alas, no joining the team and no wowing my co-dancers with skyrocketing skills development. And no Beijing Olympics.

This is a long way of saying that I won't be carrying the US flag on Sunday when the games come to their conclusion. But as you might have guessed, in my mind I will be. 

Continue reading
  551 Hits

 

 

J'Biden Era Haikuage

 

People's Arms. That's right!

200 million shots

In 100 days

 

We are good people

But we still have far to go

Repair. Restore. Heal.

 

There's nothing new here

The Affordable Care Act

We're restoring it 

 

America's Day

Democracy is fragile

The world is watching 

 

Strategy is based

On Science, not politics

Truth, not denial

 

 

Subscribe To The Blog

Produce This Audio Play!

Ever wanted to produce a radio play?  Think you have the mettle?  Read on!

Tag Cloud

Stairs Hawaii Bob Dylan Bands I've Seen War and Peace Existential Crisis Food Martinis Liz Phair Texting Mom and Dad Email Soviet Union Mustard Me Snow Guns Earth Grass Skiing Plastic seasons Soul Coughing Bodysurfing Zoom Red Sox China Barber Shops curling shoes Rock Bands Knots Guns and Ammo US Senate soapbox rantings Advertising Chowder Vaughn Canadiana Royal Stuff Wind Cornhole star Sugarbush Ukraine Good Reads Vaccines Work Music Marketing Gimmicks Belgian Ales People I know 1980s Drumming Mass General Hospital nukes Peacekeeping Scotch and Sirloin afterlife Imaginings Christmas Bands I've seen baseball cornhole Bikes The Old Days acerbic high school principal Spoon the band The future Diseases Folk Music Biden First World Problems Elvis Presley Reveillon Canada Allergies The Future Coyotes Eclipse Art Bicycles Godfather town square Sports Mike Doughty tambourrine My Parents Religion the sea COVID-19 gathering throngs high winds Tom Waits Hot Air Balloon Weather NPR Dad advice Beer Ketchup Putin COVID Brain Surgery When I die weather Quebect Spice Girls Cats vacation Audio plan mid-winter vacations Pats Ticketmaster Boston Hurricanes Climate Change Skiing New England Communication Channels midwinter vacations Theater Higher Education The Past technology Ice Dancing Roommates I've Had Things I've done Soup Golf TV Audubon Bar My Estate Eating and Drinking BB King Skating Syracuse Hache Verde My grandparents Politics As Usual Bill Monroe Car Dealerships My sisters Accounting coronavirus Yeast Fiction Joan Jett Rabbit Hole Bunker Trump Hand Planes the future Bands I haven't seen Big Shoes Them Kids Cars punk music