Sunday, January 29, 2006
Molly and I watched The Last of the Mohicans this afternoon. I hadn't seen it for so many years that I forgot what was going to happen next. Except the part where Daniel Day-Lewis says, "no matter what happens, I WILL FIND YOU." I get goose bumps every time I hear that. I think that movie is one of the most romantic movies I have ever seen.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Our dentist office is a wonderful place with wonderful people and I was enjoying myself sitting in the sun when an elderly woman walked in. She reminded me of an aged movie star - aged being pronounced as two syllables, I don't mean that in a derogatory way - she was just very made up with a certain air about her. She was not one to make eye-contact or chat a little so I let her enjoy the warm sunny waiting room as I was. A few minutes later an elderly gentleman walked in, or rather breezed in despite his slower gait on account of his sunny countenance. He hung his jacket and smiled and sat down in the chair between the woman and myself. She was his "honey". I heard him refer to her with that easily spoken endearment of many years I'm certain as he mentioned this or that. He proceeded to remark about the weather, how chilly it was, but his manner was cheerful and he spoke to the room as well. He was just adorable, this tall, sweet, distinguished man. He remarked that he should put down his collar and get a suntan, so warm was the sun coming through the window. I sensed rather than saw her fuss with his collar and then I heard him say something about the fact that he was shedding like a coon hound. I was still smiling inside when I heard him look at her and say, "What, did I forget something?" It ran through my mind as she looked at his face that he must have forgotten to clip his nose hairs or some silly thing like that. She took hold of his chin, said something gruff about not having brushed his teeth, and in the mirror across the room, I saw him close his lips up tight, run his tongue over his teeth, and never utter another word while I was there. She'd sobered him in an instant.
Before I close this story and say why I chose to tell it, I want you to know that I realize that many times there are extenuating circumstances. Pain, heartache, the burden of living days under stress take a toll on a person and we have no idea why someone we meet who is cranky might be acting that way which is why we need to be mindful of that and give extra smiles, go extra miles in forgiving and caring and understanding. I couldn't know this woman's life, her heart, or why she acted as she did.
But, I could use this moment to remind myself how vital it is to be always caring of my husband, always respectful. One tiny moment is all it takes to rip at a heart, to cut someone to their knees. Our husbands, tough and manly as they are, are also very fragile.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Barley woke us up very early this morning which is normal for the weekends since there are times we are not up as early as on week days. It's manly for the husband to get up to take out the dog although there are plenty of times I do it. This morning though Jack went on his way with Barley, and I stayed snuggly and warm after mumbling, "we really need to let him out later in the evening" as if that was going to help the present situation. It wasn't but a few minutes later that I heard something clunking against our upstairs bedroom window. It sounded like pebbles and I thought to myself "this is not romantic. It's way too early for him to expect me to go to the window so he can tell me he loves me." But then the pebbles turned to snowballs. I got up and went to the window, and he yelled up, "Could you open the door? I locked myself out."