…was a pretty decent flick “back in the day”: Paul Newman, Sally Field - what’s not to like? (I just skimmed the Wikipedia entry to refresh my memory on the plot, since the most memorable thing for me was the title! As I recall, it was played up at the time largely due to the romantic tension between the lead actors)
But speaking of romantic tension, I have a confession to make: that army guy has popped back up & I’ve been messaging him on Telegram. Super casual, “getting to know you” type stuff - he’s a widower, deployed in Iraq w/2 teenaged kids (he has not divulged which family member is taking care of the kids, but I haven’t pressed him on it either - as I said, our communications have been intermittent & superficial) I have a small, squirming underpinning of guilt about the whole situation - of course, I told him right up front that I’m married, with a brief synopsis of family history…
I was asking myself, as I lay awake in these predawn hours if I would be embarrassed for either my son or my husband to read our dialogue - no, I would not! Fundamentally, I’m ashamed of my neediness as I watch for those little checkmarks to pop up showing that he’s read my messages. There’s an old parable I used to quote in reference to my ex about a Russian farmer & his starving horse: each day, he would feed him less & less until one day, the horse died. I stood over Peran last night until he lifted his eyes from his phone screen - I told him those little videos were rotting his brain, which he denied as he promptly dropped his gaze back to that irresistible screen again…
Obviously I am no better, as I tap this little keyboard. In other news, in only 5 short weeks we’ll be in Vegas preparing to get Z & V married off… I rolled up my sleeves yesterday to dye my old wedding dress lavender - I will have to post some pictures because I think it turned out pretty well! And in another tribute to the power of advertising, I ordered a pair of orthopedic purple ankle boots off a FB ad which I hope will be comfortable for this occasion.
Addictive, these little screens, aren't they? Ember pulls me back into "real life" as do human appointments, but then when the chance arrives, here I am again! Hoping to catch a glimpse of that newly dyed dressed when you get around to it!
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