I did a lot of thinking today.
I stopped by the parents’ house again and my mom, as always, sent me home with food. Spaghetti. It made me miss my grandfather. When I was a kid, in the tiny town where we lived in Michigan, my grandma used to watch me while my parents worked. My favorite part of the day was lunchtime when my grandpa would come home and make us grilled cheese sandwiches and soup. “Green soup”, which is actually some sort of Lipton noodle soup or something. But my favorite was when there was left over spaghetti. Grandpa would throw it in a frying pan and make it taste better than it had to start with. He always cooked it until some of the noodles were crunchy and tonight, when I got home and tried (not for the first time) to duplicate Grandpa’s famous fried spaghetti, I failed miserably. Again. But the smell, in itself, was enough to bring back fond memories.
I also pondered the ending of “Sleepless in Seattle”. I mean, what happened after the movie ended? Did they ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after? Who moved where? If anyone has the answers to these questions…let me know…because it could just be that I don’t remember, but really, it is bothering me. Probably because my situation has been described to have some very similar characteristics. Very similar. Almost frighteningly similar. So this whole thing is relevant. If someone wrote my story already, I have a right to know how it ends.
Right?
Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: "Southern Man" - Neil Young
7 comments:
I think you are focusing in on the wrong details, dear...
but when you put it this way...maybe our situations are not so similar...you know, except for the xanax...
Actually, like most movies it doesnt deal with THAT part. Like Peter David, a writer I admire once said (not sure if he was quoting someone else or not), "Happy endings are all about timing. Eventually everyone dies. Someone leaves and someone gets their heart broken." A comedy is just like a drama... it just ENDS before all the dramatic bits happen. But yeah... the moving question IS a big deal and a reason why many long distance relationships falter. SOMEONE has to move. And then you have the added stress for THAT person of moving to a new town, meeting new people and making a new life. I applaud anyone who has been able to DO that (I only know of one person so far) but I don't think I could ever do that.
And sorry if I intruded into a private conversation.
William
Muckypuffin,
I must say, I am flattered that you have deemed me worthy of a bowl of fried spaghetti. That is a compliment above all other compliments. Just keep in mind, NO BEEF or swiss cheese...
Further, I do not suspect that you are some kind of bunny boiling transatlantic stalker and, as always, am very entertained by and appreciative of your comments.
And Watson...
I agree with you. I think it is a very difficult situation to be in. And I believe that the reason that movies like this will always be around is because you can escape all reality in them. You can form your own ending. You can assume that Tom and Meg live happily ever after. They have the perfect white picket fence dream life...and it is foolish to believe such things. But it helps to escape the reality of sadness, of loss. And we are desperate to believe that these things can happen this way...even though we may just be setting ourselves up for disaster.
I suppose though, naive as it may be, we never know unless we try...
Also...I think that possibly the only people that say "doobie" are...pretty old and probably haven't seen one since the 60's...You may indeed, have been influenced too much by Hollywood, but what, may I ask, are you watching?!
Don't forget the cartoon series, mucky!!
And, man, spaceface...way to insult the Doobie Brothers!! Actually, I think old people still use "Mary Jane". Little younger than that uses "Grass". My mother just says "drugs" and an old friend who can't seem to go a day without it calls it "Smoking". I have always used the term "Pot". Does this make me unhip? shudder.
And you know... still reeling from being called "Watson"! Man, did I have some wicked college flashbacks!
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