Imagine this-- Debra had a day out yesterday. I drove with Tom to his job at 6:00 a.m. (!) then after leaving him there, I drove through the darkness to the nearby supermarket of our old town, you know, the place where we lived 15 years and where God shook-up and rearranged everything inside me. The supermarket was shadowy, lights were low--we early birds don't need lights to shop by, obviously. heh. No, I respect the saving energy thing and bought my coffee and squinted through a few decorating magazines.
Hung out until 8:00 and daylight and then drove to our old neighborhood, past the house we left behind and the streets I once walked through and noted few changes--and appreciated that. I'd not missed too much this past year-and-a-half, I mused.
I drove to Burger King for breakfast and sat beside my favorite big window, full of morning sun, and read my current book, even whipping out my reading glasses which I don't like to do in public: I'd have to admit I sorely need them.
Then off to Salvation Army across the street where I searched only for a good book--and did not find one. Then around the corner to the town library for old time's sake where I went online a few minutes and then alas! Ran into an acquaintance from years gone by. She thought we'd moved to Virginia so I told her that, instead, we'd chosen this 4-acre farm. We chatted about composting and gardening until her little guy began squealing for her from the children's room and I left the library, smiling.
Back to the supermarket for groceries then to the main reason I'd come along with Tom so early in the day--my appointment at the oral surgeon's so she could remove my two tiny stitches inside my mouth. Was out of there--truly--in less than five minutes. Then off to the drugstore which takes (I discovered recently) old syringes (Lennon The Cat's, you know) and swooshed them into the metal box. Then to the old-time supermarket next door, the one which hurls me back to the 1940's (it's stood there longer), but just enjoyed strolling the aisles amidst all the mostly-over-age-60 people, the ones who keep this ancient place in business. Then after a walk to the also-old-fashioned "Dime Store" (where I found Valentines and cheapo birthday cards), I drove back to pick-up Tom who'd arranged to leave work early.
We made other stops and picked up lunch and drove back through the sparkling countryside, then unloaded groceries from the car and gazed all around at the sun and silence upon the snow and felt its warmth and said, "If only the whole winter could be like this--what a piece of cake!"
We changed clothes and then--finally--we watched the movie, Up. Oh wow. I think this barely qualifies as a kids' movie. All I know is that it tore-up my adult heart and made me cry at all scenes with Ellie (who I loved from Moment One). Perhaps Carl and Ellie reminded me too much of Tom and myself, I'm not sure. But Tom and I made it through this emotional roller coaster of a flick, then he was off to a physical therapy appointment, leaving me here to think about the movie and such a perfect day, the best part being the arrival back to this old farmhouse.
It's nice to visit the past, but it's even nicer to leave it back there where it belongs.