This evening as I was doing the “finishing up the day” tasks, I was running back over lines from today. And giggling. And that’s a good thing. Laughter over misread words and losing track of time and general silliness–I’ll take it.
This morning the littles and I were out together. Cooter, my little guy, was taking the few minutes we were waiting on his sister to play with a new friend of his. As they climbed in and out and under, Cooter’s friend’s Dad called out to his son, “Hey, be careful, know where your head is.”
That. Right. There.
I think that’s good advice for all of us. Know where your head is before you take your next step. You really don’t want to get bonked in the head. That hurts. Bad. And sometimes worse than others.
Later in the day, after taking care of business with the crew Plus Three, I completely lost track of time. I am usually so time conscious, so that was a very strange sensation. I decided I could stress over it or laugh over it. Taking my friend’s lead, I decided to laugh it off. Stress wouldn’t have turned back time, but it could take minutes off my clock. Laughter it is.
The discount movie theater was showing “Epic” this afternoon. Throwing our fun meter into high gear, we Plus Three decided it was just the thing to do after an afternoon of taking care of business. We crept into the dark theater (the results of losing track of time) and found some seats. The movie had a really interesting premise. The fact that the daughter and her father found a way to communicate despite being in different “worlds”–well I liked that just fine. It warmed my heart and made me smile. If only. One of the most beautiful and poignant lines in the movie was, “Many leaves, one tree.” The idea that no one is ever alone. I like that too. I couldn’t help but think of our friends who have no roof over their head, no way of knowing for sure where their next meal will come from. I especially thought about my friend Mac, who often panhandles with his buddies to get enough to eat. What would happen if the next person they asked went and bought four burgers and sat and ate with them? Just pondering on that this evening too.
Another line from the day came from Cooter Himself. He told me this evening, as I was stirring the homemade vegetable soup (thank you summer), “Mama, you know what the only good thing about Darth Maul getting cut in half is?” Wait. What? “No, what Buddy?” (It’s been nothing but Star Wars around here for days, my friends.) “That he was a bad guy. And that’s the only good thing.” I breathed a sigh of relief. There for a while I thought we were going to be in big trouble because his favorites in any story were the “bad” guys. Now I’m seeing a turn. Thank you Star Wars. And our friends who loaned us Episodes 4 and 5. Apparently you’ll get no sympathy for being cut in half from my guy if you have been up to no good. I’m just sayin’.
Today was a good one. A busy one. And in true typical Tara fashion I closed out our adventures by thinking I had misplaced my keys. Perception is everything, so I headed back into the empty theater with my cell phone lit up to search the floor for them. (Oh people, please don’t throw that stuff on the floor–act like you are somebody!) I kept hitting the “wake up” button on my phone for light and searching under the four or five rows I figured were probably ours. (I had already lost my bearings on where we sat.) When it was painfully obvious that they weren’t there, I went back out to my friend whom I’d left holding my bag. And then it hit me, the outside pockets. About the same time my friend pointed and asked, “Outside pockets maybe?” She’s a genius and she was right. And she laughed with me over my forgetfulness, and for that–that grace–I am thankful.
Laughter and lines echoing in my head tonight. I’m thinking I shall sleep quite well.