“The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder.” Alfred Hitchcock
With conveniences such as Redbox, Netflix and microwave popcorn, it’s kind of hard to justify paying $20 for two people to see a movie in the theater. Don’t you think? But every now and then a movie will be released that just calls me to the theater.
December. It rolls around every eleven months without fail. Whether we like it or not. I like it. And while fall will always be my absolute favorite time of year, fall leads the way to the spirit of the holiday season, which is a good thing – in my book. Christmas trees, twinkling lights, holiday window displays, gingerbread, snow angels and nostalgic memories of Christmas long ago, all come alive in December.
It’s 38 degrees outside and I’m thinking, “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” So, of course I just have to listen to the song. You know, “Baby It’s Cold Outside!” Number 1, because it’s cold, foggy and rainy outside while I’m toasty warm inside, and number 2, well, because it’s just a good song for this time of the year.
“Slow down and enjoy life. It’s not only the scenery you miss by going
too fast–you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.” – Eddie Cantor
I think I may need to add #11 to my 10-step program to retirement – or whatever major life change that applies – and that is, give yourself permission to be tired.
I don’t know why walking the Camino de Santiago has such a hold on me, but it surely does. I learned of the Camino through my blogging community and then Abi and I had the opportunity to see the documentary, “Walking the Camino, Six Ways to Santiago” and I left the theater completely inspired and fully committed to walking. I mean, if a young woman can push her 3-year-old son in a stroller across the country of Spain, then surely, I can make the walk.
One of my most favorite things to see when we travel across the vast prairies of this country is the mile-long freight trains that often run alongside the highway. I start out trying to count the number of cars but soon give up because I simply can’t keep up. But if I’m really lucky I’ll hear that long drone – somewhat lonely – call of a train whistle. There’s just something about it that tugs at my soul; almost makes me want to bum a ride in an empty freight car headed for parts unknown. Almost.
In 7 1/2 days we drove Big Betty approximately 3,109 miles and she sucked down approximately 448 gallons of gas. Big Betty did her job well, we had no problems whatsoever, but I gotta tell ya I was more than ready to say farewell when we dropped her off at Home Depot.