I am a vampire now. I only go out at night. My kids are sucking the life right out of me--how could I not have noticed this before? I am frightfully pale. It's all beginning to make sense.
I saw movies the past two nights. I tried to see "Something's Gotta Give" on Sunday night, but the newspaper's published time was incorrect! So, I saw "House of Sand and Fog" instead. What a beautiful, but dismal movie. Last night, I tried again and saw "Something's Gotta Give."
While I sat in worship of the dark screen, I thought, I could be perfectly happy to see a movie every night for the rest of my life. I also wanted to slip into that movie and live in that life and walk on that shore and write at that desk with its ocean view. I wanted those paintings on my wall and that comforter on my bed. I wanted that kitchen, with its spacious counters. I could live without Jack Nicholson, however. I just wanted everything else.
Tonight, I am home in my own coffin--uh, I mean house, where I need to do some laundry and prepare for another day of babysitting and running this household.