“I hope you live the life you’re proud of.  If you find that you are not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again.”  Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Last week I went to the movies because I like to go to the movies.  One of the problems with frequent movie excursions is that a person can soon run out of movies to see.  They don’t bring out new movies quite as often as I once envisioned.

I do avoid movies where over 50% of the film features dismemberment.  Call me old fashioned.  I also avoid blatantly brain dead movies.  Those are the movies that are so predictable (and they all lived happily ever after) that I’m often in need of Dramamine as the credits roll.

Well, this particular movie, I Tonya, was one of the only unseen movies left in the acceptable category, plus it was playing at the theater that gets the movies last, doesn’t have recliners, and charges only $3 on a weekday.  While I did enjoy the movie, its placement in the category of comedy had me slightly baffled.  Whatever.

But the high point of my excursion happened as I was leaving the theater and realized I had only one of my two gloves, but still had two of my two hands.  I went back into the theater to search.  It was still dark and a lot of the movie viewers were still in their seats.  Matinees are populated by seniors and sometimes it takes a bit of thought to get a senior body into a standing position, or so I’ve heard.

As I fumbled around on the floor I accidently grabbed the leg of the man sitting in the next row back.  “Sorry,” I said, “but I lost a glove.”  Because we hadn’t been properly introduced I quickly dismissed a more cheerful quip, such as, “Was it good for you?”

No luck with finding my glove.  It was too dark in the theater for a thorough search and I happened to have 2 more pairs of gloves at home.  It was also when I was halfway home that I realized I had a mini flashlight in my purse for just such emergencies.flashFinal note.  Seniors at senior matinees talk a lot.  Someone had to shush a gaggle of women as the movie started.  It wasn’t me.  I only shushed them mentally.  These are my people.  I try to be gentle with them!

Loveya – The Grandma

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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