Monday, September 28, 2015

baby steps

I kind of want to watch Pride and Prejudice again.  

I think I'm finally ready.

I know this doesn't seem like a big deal to most, but for me it's huge.  You see, I'm a die-hard Jane Austen fan. My favorite novels are Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion.  And the other day I discovered *my* Pride and Prejudice (the Colin Firth / Jennifer Ehle version, of course) was twenty years old.  I'm not quite sure how this is possible, but numbers don't lie...right?  

But I digress. 

I watched Pride and Prejudice for the first time with my mamma…and each viewing thereafter.  I’ve never seen it with anyone else and never watched it by myself.  It was always *our* thing, full of inside jokes and laughs and happy moments.  And after she died, it went on the unofficial list of movies to never watch again. Fortunately, over the years, a few titles have come off that list.  It took a while, but I was finally able to watch You’ve got Mail (the last movie we ever watched together) and White Christmas (it took us two nights to get through it because she was so sick from radiation treatments).   But somehow I could not bring myself to endure six hours of bittersweet memories.  I couldn’t bear the thought of watching P&P without my mamma, and it made me all sorts of angry and sad and melancholy.  

But now I think I'm ready.  I may not watch it tomorrow or next week or even this year, but the idea of seeing it again seems okay.  After almost four years I may be ready for another first without my mamma, and while I know it will be hard sitting through that initial viewing, I think I can face the pain.  It won't be easy. I may tear up or even cry. I may have to take breaks or give myself grace to not finish it.  However I'm proud for even considering this again. And just like You've Got Mail has come to hold a special place in my heart because I remember watching it with my partner-in-all-things-romantic-comedy, the same can happen with P&P.  I'll remember the laughs. The lines we recited together.  Her favorite scene.  Favorite line ("dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth) and especially the good times shared with Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennett.       

I hate that my mamma is just a memory, but that's my reality, and sometimes memories are all I've got to hold on to.  So, after a lengthy absence, I think it's time for a walk down memory lane...Jane Austen style.

After all, "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Saturday, August 22, 2015

it was a beach morning

Tried a new beach and found this gem.  Beautiful.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

at the end of a long day the end of a very long and discouraging work day, I decided it was time to clear my head and crack open the journal (which hasn't been opened since July 4. gulp).  After hitting up my favorite coffee shop and then changing locations twice (lack of air conditioning/too many smokers at the first place and some seriously creepy homeless dudes at the second), I headed for what we locals call the "trail."  Formerly a railroad track, this mile-and-a-half, linear park is my go-to for an after work walk/run, but this time I needed the space for some serious mental rejuvenation.  I found a secluded spot with a bench and some much needed shade and wrote. And wrote. And wrote.  It was a productive hour of pouring out the craziness that seems to be my life and (hopefully) putting a few things into perspective.  Writing has always been cathartic for me, so the question is why don't I journal more often?  It takes times and effort and sometimes I venture into uncomfortable territory, but it's always worth it in the end.  Perhaps I'll make a last-quarter-of-the-year resolution to journal more.


Or perhaps things will continue as they are, and I'll turn to writing as a get-me-out-of-this-insane-mess last resort.

Time will tell.  Whatever I choose, tonight was lovely, and I think I even managed to clear my head. Mission accomplished.

Photo: I have absolutely no idea what these little white balls are called, but I thought they were quite lovely.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Thursday, July 30, 2015

summer love

I simply ADORE summer storms.  The thunder, the rain, how fresh the air feels afterwards.  Sigh.

That's all.