Some Days Are Ripe for Film-Going

There are some days, even sunny ones,
when you get an urge to see a film
at your favorite independent film place



a non-profit concern dedicated to
enhancing the cultural vitality of the community
through the art of film.

So last weekend, even though it was sunny
and I felt guilty about spending two hours
sitting in the dark watching a film
instead of playing outside,

I let my desire to see a Swedish film called
"Everlasting Moments"
a film about a woman whose life was transformed
and made worth living despite its hardships
by a camera, override my guilt.

(by the way, I loved it. . .
the film, not the guilt)




My friend Jen met me
for the showing (and free popcorn for members)
and then we headed down the street to get a bite to eat
and were lucky enough to score a table outside.



Outside, where we could squint at each other
and worship the late afternoon sun
and have a little strawberry lemonade
and pizza (for Jen)
and pasta (for me).



And Jen could do what she always does
when she's not with her beau --


text messages with Mitch.

Ah, the thrill of new love after the end of a long marriage.

Some days are ripe for film-going,
some days are ripe for falling in love.

I'm still waiting for that bolt out of the blue.