For the record (and I know I've talked about this before but bear with me), I also haven't seen The Karate Kid, Dirty Dancing, or Ernest Goes to Camp.
Friends took me to the re-release of Grease back in the nineties and I once sat down and watched Xanadu at the world's most boring party when all I could find on the shelf was a copy of that movie. I closed to the door to someone's room, sat down among the pile of discarded party-goer coats, popped the movie in and watched it beginning to end with my mickey and mix at my side. Gawd I hate boring parties but at least I got something accomplished. If you can call watching Xanadu an accomplishment.
I do remember at one point during the movie - during some muse dance number built around the magic of the Electric Light Orchestra- that a couple from the party came into the same room where I was enjoying my little bit of Kubla Kahn, to swap spit. I thought this make-out session was horrifically inconsiderate but I just pumped up the volume, did a three-finger pour, and I was able to block out their incessant groping and tongue-wrestling. Also that heap of coats on the bed provided a good visual block because by the sounds of their undoubtedly one-hit-wonder lovings, I didn't want to watch. Even I have standards.
BUT LORDY, as usual I did not come here to talk Xanadu or Xenu. It's just, I even find it strange that a movie lover like me hasn't seen some of the post popular movies out there. Though for the record, I did see Ernest Goes to Jail. In the theatre. Sober. Sad but true.
Anyhow, let's all pretend it's this past Monday m'kay? Because I meant to post but life got in the way. I know you know what I mean and to those of you that still managed to post despite the roadblocks life handed you - hats off to you and I really mean that. I marvel at how people do it all.
But I'm getting off track again.... so... yes... IF this was actually last Monday, I would be jumping on the beautiful Schmutzie bandwagon - a bandwagon which I see in my mind's eye as looking something like the bus from the Partridge Family - and after jumping on this bus, I looked for grace in small things. Grace in small things "is a daily reminder to take notice of the positive things we tend to overlook."
I will try to do this every
- The barrista who referred to me as "miss" three times during our exchange of precious moneys for equally precious coffees. It took all of my strong marriage to not ram my tongue down that young man's throat in precious thanks. Thirty-nine does that to you.
- The endless possibilities presented upon opening a brand new, virgin notebook.
- Large print books. I now buy them and I'm not too proud to say so. They help me concentrate on the story and not the sea of tiny letters that swim before me. First to rib me about the association of ageing and large print gets a virtual wedgie.
- New playdoh and crayons.
- Recipes that are fast, fool-proof, and taste great. Salsa chicken anyone?
Damn. I miss the seventies some days.