Zumba. It's the Brazilian dance exercise craze. Since exercise is so key to both of our being able to fight off depression, I decided to go ahead an order the CDs. I am not able to go to the gym as much as I'd like because I have to pick and choose my times away from Jerry. I tried the Silver Sneakers class for him, but he was not able to do it without assistance. (A LOT OF IT). So, I figured we could Zumba at any time of the day. Along with the tapes (CDs) came a bonus of Zumba sticks. Cool little shaker sticks that rattle. Like huge bright green baby rattles. I gave Jerry the sticks and we tried to learn the steps. Hmmm. "Jerry, you have to watch the TV". He loved the music and really kept a good beat. Accept, he never moved his feet. (I always knew he should be a drummer.) I mean, that guy could play some mean rattles!
Anyway, I stepped away at the cha cha, salsa, cuevo cuevo, etc, while he accompanied me. I was thankful even though I don't think he ever found the TV screen, nor saw those beautiful Brazilian girls doing the instructing. Maybe that was a good thing.
Today, we'll try it again. Maybe this time he'll move his feet.