im gonna live like im dying...


im gonna live like im dying...



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my name is lary kennedy...

i decided to sell my house and belongings, buy an Rv and hit the road...

my dog wolf and i will be going on an adventure of a lifetime, letting the wind decide our direction...

this blog is set up for you to follow my journey...

i hope you find it interesting and entertaining...












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strictly ballroom….

id danced my last dance in la… i was now ready to tap my way to minnesota to cha cha cha with my best buddy laura m aka lo… but first i was off to see my never before met cousin linda in fresno… my uncle john and lindas mom divorced when i was little and my mom and dad got divorced when i was somewhat little and john and my dad didnt hang out so i never really knew my cousins on my dads side… i decided since im living like im dying it was high time for a mixer… it would be bad form to meet up at a funeral… mine no less… although im never having a funeral… more like one huge parteeeeeeeee with my ashes in attendance…


the way i planned it, id first meet up with cousin linda in fresno, then continue north towards my cousin douglas then mosey on over to cousin susans outside of sacramento then zip through all those states inbetween california and minnesota… and land in minnesota on friday… today was the friday before that… plenty of time i said to myself… no worries… only thing is by now i should know better than to ever make concrete plans of any sort cuz my life never ever goes as planned… unfortunately other people have plans they need to adhere to… if i wanted to see everybody on my must see list it was gonna take some slick dance moves on my part…


my cousin linda had kept the weekend open for me yet shed advised me that she had a dance recital on saturday so the only free nite would be friday… perfect i said ill come in friday nite hang with you then watch your show and head towards susans… linda thought it was cool i wanted to go… hell ya i said ive never been to a ballroom exhibition… how much fun was this gonna be… im a huge fan of “so you think you can dance”… ive come to appreciate all the work that goes into each style of dance… i would love to learn how to dance any style other than my own wacky freestyle moves… my problem is my damn directional dyslexia… im turning when i should be spinning, leading when i should be following, and spazing out all over the place since left and right have no meaning to me…


linda was bummed out cuz there are only 2 performances each year and each student dances with their individual dance instructor… unfortunately, her teacher was out with an injury of some sort… this meant linda would not get as much floor time as all the others in her dance studio… she got to do a group dance towards the end of the program and that was it… oh man i felt bad for her… i couldnt help but think of poor fran, the dancer in strictly ballroom, whos partner chickened out and decided to dance the federations steps instead of the controversial new steps they had worked on… so instead of performing with the guy in contention for 1st place at nationals shes relegated to clomping along with the beginner students… so sad… it ended ok though.. the movie that is…


i made it to fresno on friday… it was my first day of towing… luckily i just had to get on the freeway and exit by lindas house… she ran out to meet me and couldnt get over how big i was… my rig, etc that is… we had to drive around for a bit till we found a way for me to get on her street from the opposite direction… no backing up for me… i maneuvered bdh and car directly in front of lindas house… im such a good driver i thought to myself… i snuggled my vehicles up to the curb and jumped out with the boys… linda has two boys of her own as well as two sons… our boys seemed to hit it off ok…


lindas dad, my uncle recently passed away… during the funeral my dad reconnected with his nieces and nephew… thats when my parents found out the kids hadnt spoken to their father for many years… it may not have been the best reunion but it did open communication between family members… well that facebook and words with friends… social media made the transition to a real life meeting a lot smoother… unknown relatives are the same as unknown anyone…


while packing away what was left of my life, id kept out some old photos of our dads, grandparents, etc… to show my cousins… after sucking down a cold one, i ran to the rv, opened the entry door to the rv and watched my stairs automatically fold down… thanks to my perfect park job they folded down, hit the curb, then kept folding down… oh oh thats not good i think as the stairs grind into the cement… wtf.. oh well nothing i can do about it now… i grabbed the pics, close to door then listen to the stairs scrape against the cement on their way back up… my ears are then assaulted by an obnoxiously loud messed up gear noise that goes on forever… omg what have i done now…


whatever it was it would have to wait.. nothin i could do bout it now… linda and i spent the nite comparing the horror stories and the highlights of our youth, laughed fondly about memories of our grandparents, reveled in the similarities/differences in our fathers, poured over all the pictures and before the night was over promised to build on our newly formed relationship…


watching the recital was a kick in the pants… i loved watching everyone glide all over the place… i honestly would have loved to see my cousin twirl around a lot more but ill try and make her october event… id met linda at the venue after unhooking my car for the very first time… funny how it wasnt as simple nor as fast as it was at the dealership… here i am in a parking lot, with a summer dress on, in 89 degree heat, unhooking heavy greasy metal things… i wish someone i knew could have seen me…


linda and i parted ways after the show was over… i had to leave in order to meet susan and family near sacramento the next day… i was still at least 5 hours away… id left the rv and the boys in the large parking lot after asking the old guy in the old car if i could leave bdh there… i realized as i approached the old codger and the old codgers car he didnt own the lot.. it looked like he lived in the car… from the response he made, it appeared hed camp out here quite often with no hassles…


i pull out all the pieces required to get the car hitched, then stare down at it all… why do i constantly put myself in situations where i dont know what the f^#%%#@*& im doing and think im totally capable… 100 degrees in a dress playing with greasy pieces that in total weigh far more than i do in a huge parking lot in fresno by myself with people staring at me all over the place… the old codger happens to pull up in his old codger car, parks it then walks over and asks me if i could use some help… yes please ive been out here going on an hour now… he laughs then once hooked up he wishes me well… thanks is said, then get into bdh, start er up and try to crank her wheels far enough to round the corner and not hit old codgers old car… deeming it impossible i go to the old codgers car and hes sitting in the drivers seat working a crossword puzzle in an old yellowed crossword book… man everything about this guy is old i was thinking… like he stepped out of the grapes of wrath… a relative of tom joad or something…


he graciously moved his car, then tried to maneuver me forward but bdh had lost her graceful way around the dance floor… she was burdened with a dance partner who literally had two left feet… cant you back er up he yells to me… they told me i cant… he says have you ever done it before.. no i yell back… thats why they told you you cant… of course you can back it up… ok i yelled then proceeded to back er up… stop he says you got it jackknifed… omg omg omg my first day out and i broke it… my mind was furiously calculating just how much more money this recent sock hop was gonna cost me… i envisioned 100 dollar bills flying away from me in the wind as i frantically side stepped in attempts to grasp the money… dance lessons aint cheap these days.. id just sunk 3 grand into all the latest and greatest equipment so these two could partner up in a dance across the usa…


after unhitching then rehitching i bid the old codger adieu then headed out into what was now the sunset… i wasnt gonna make it to sacramento in time for the last dance so bdh, her new partner and i hoofed it to chowchilla ca where we holed up in a huge parking lot to spend the nite…

today’s “must have” fun fact…


click here to read about the 1976 chowchilla bus kidnapping…


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1976_Chowchilla_kidnapping

02:05 pm, by larykennedy2 notes

ballroom dancing…

my cousin linda…

02:05 pm, by larykennedy

ballroom with cousin linda…

02:04 pm, by larykennedy1 note

ballroom dancing is for the young, old, and all the others in between…

02:04 pm, by larykennedy
wanted to know: [ballroom dancing]