I’m not one to go to movies. Last night I was asked by our town youth council coordinator to come to a free movie. The town youth council, an initiative of our local town council, put these on periodically. Last year Jill and I went for a short time, then decided mosquitos and bed beckoned us home.
The movie this year was on the Lorax – a Dr. Seuss takeoff! Lots of fun lines and unique characters. The idea of following your heart and persevering and the love of a woman, and family tensions, and the old vs. the new, and the villain and the underdog . . . well, all those themes were there. This could suit many ages!
I decided to attend solo. I’m getting used to that term. Some one has asked me what labels I use for myself. I find there are many. Some I have had to discard. I am no longer married. Some have not changed. I am still a father. Some are in flux. I am a widower, but within that category I can fluctuate on what I emphasize in different areas, such as being single (am I “eligible” or “contented”).
Last night I was solo. By myself. On the grass: chuckling at lines, hoping for the underdog, wanting the family to pull together. And when the credits arose, I arose and slipped home. Thankful for a night of entertainment. Contented with the time off of other pursuits. And ready for bed!!
That is what I would call a good movie night!
Perhaps more of this kind of activity with the same type of expectations and results would be in order…maybe for all of us. Glad you had a good time Ron. Regards.