Its after midnight. I have just come back from a dance social. I've removed my make up. And am sitting in my gorgeous dress, listening to Ace of Base, eating M&Ms (penut, duh!) and poking my big fat belly cuz my posture's gone to shit and its poking out in all of its jiggly glory. My feet hurt. I've taken off my shoes. I'm quite comfortable, sitting with my right leg tucked under my left thigh.
Off in the distance I can hear possums yelling at each other. I feel like I'm the only person in the world right now. I can't even hear traffic. I don't know if my roomie is asleep or out. There is no light peeking out from under her door. The cats are wandering around, waiting for me to go to bed. They'll be waiting a while yet. I'm normally quite exhausted after dancing. But tonight is different. I suspect for many people.
The people at dancing are my family here. I have my uncles and aunts, who are my mentors and teachers. I have my cousins, who are younger and I get along with extremely well. I have brothers and sisters. I even have a father figure. Dancing Dad. He taught me at the beginning, before I knew any of the others. And he is by far my favourite person at dancing.
And tonight I found out he has a brain tumour.
I saw him two days before he found out. And he seemed fine. The day after I saw him last he complained to his wife that he was having problems with his vision. He went to the optometrist. Who referred him to an ophthalmologist. The next day he had an MRI.
I hadn't seen him in two weeks. He was in hospital all that time. Recovering.
Its quite a shock.
I think I'll sit here quietly for a while.