Dance Out Domestic Violence

First we had breakfast in bed, then we had to go to Kalamazoo again because we ran out of Christmas lights with half a house still to go. Oops.

Then I packed up more beer cupcakes and a very strong supply of banket and we headed to Lawton for a Zumbathon.

Early October Mary was brutally attacked by her estranged boyfriend in her own house, that he had broken into. Luckily she was able to escape briefly, run outside and alert a passer-by who called the police. The attacker dragged her back inside - then the police arrived minutes later, saving her life.

Today we showed her our support by dancing with her and raising money. And it was wonderful - like goosebumps wonderful. Plus, what with the bake sale going on I went straight from a Zumba high into a sugar high ;)

My Beloved was there, which meant a lot to me. Thank you, you wonderful man, for being you.





(I'm only mentioning the following because I need to have it on record, to remind myself it happened, that there were people helping me, and that I survived, but I don't want it to mark the day negatively: after the Zumbathon balloons were popped in the hall and I went into a major panic attack. I was high up on the bleachers and couldn't really quickly escape anywhere and I just completely lost it. Fortunately someone saw me panic and immediately ran back to make the popping stop (THANK YOU!) and A. came up and comforted me, and it was a good thing I was hopped up on endorphins because it could have been so, so much worse. I was still shaking on the way home but much, much calmer.)