Yes, I did write this morning, but I just got back from a weekday matinee and I have news that left me smiling. The movie deals with a young guy who walks away from a car accident without a scratch, while his wife, the driver, dies.
Given my own loss of you, I thought I could relate. Nope, I couldn’t. I didn’t really get it. I think that the movie was missing a heart, a center. Yes, I thought Jake Gyllenhall. was good looking and Naomi Watts, one of your faves,offered up a good performance but I didn’t get into their heads, I didn’t feel their inner core. Instead it was a story that didn’t catch me. Good story but what about the characters, the plot development?
Same thing with the movie I saw with Christine on Sunday with another one of your faves, Helen Mirren. That one was boring and shouldn’t have been. I wonder what you would have thought about it.
But here’s my takeaway, something new… I just watched the movie. I didn’t ache for you, I didn’t feel like I would jump out of my seat, out of my skin. Near the end of the movie, say the last quarter, I did glance over to your seat and felt your absence, wondering when you would have turned to me and lifting your shoulders, asking, what’s the point here?
I would have had no defense and on the ride back home I would have enjoyed our conversation dissecting it, trying to figure out what it needed to have held us. You would have been frustrated, I would have been challenged.
Yes, I missed you, but I wasn’t aching for you, heaving in my seat. I’d say that a good reason to celebrate life even in the cold, windy, gloom of this dreary start to April.
In a few minutes I’ll be off to Bonnie’s for soup and a glass of wine and a first meeting with one of her new granddaughters. Too bad I’m not in Hoboken for a Friday night Shabbat, but I think Leora needs a good night’s sleep.
Next week… Hoboken!
Miss you my love,