I’ve written before about my occupational hazards. Four years after leaving the newsroom, I’m still copy-editing every bit of writing that crosses my field of vision, and I’m still thinking up story ideas.
Two years since becoming a Jazzercise instructor in my spare time, I’m listening to music in a whole different way – counting my way through every bridge, substituting cues for lyrics.
It seems my time on stage has seeped in to all aspects of my life. Last night, after my twice-yearly teeth cleaning (nearly 47 and still no cavities, thank you very much!), the dentist asked me to turn my head to the left.
So of couse, I turned my head to the right.
My fellow instructors are all laughing reading this, ’cause that would be “Jazz left” to all of us!
Guess it’s a good thing I’m not allowed to teach Catherine how to drive, huh?
Pushing on a Rope 
Karen, I KNEW you’d get it!
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | January 30, 2013, 7:37 amJazz left must be like stage left. Makes sense to me.
Posted by Karen Waggoner | January 29, 2013, 9:30 pm