Left to my own devices on Saturday mornings, I putter. I putter to the deli, where I sit and eat breakfast and watch families with littles. And then I putter to the used bookstore and through the poems. I putter to the park, and I putter about my tiny NYC house. I sift through the laundry, fretting over buttons and hems, making space for thought, breathe. On Saturday, I puttered. And then there was a train that went over a bridge that went over a river, and there was a lovely breeze. On Sunday, there was the most delicious cup of coffee in all the land, and there was a cat, and a poem about a cat, and a new-to-me blue dress.
And then, there was Up. Is there anything better than going to the movies alone? Is there? And wearing 3D glasses and buying popcorn and drinking soda, and sitting in the dark with your mouth open a little and remembering why it is you choose to do the things you want to do? And then walking home, warm and happy, after putter, after train, after cat, and climbing the steps to your little home, and falling asleep? I don't know if there is.
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That sounds so lovely. I've only been to the movies by myself once. It was my first year in NY, and I snuck out without telling my roommate and went to see Closer. A depressing, dark movie, but I felt so liberated sitting there alone. I wonder why I've never done it since?
It sounds perfect. Maybe if it rains this afternoon, I'll follow your example ...
It does sound like a bit of perfection, doesn't it?
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Wait, did you get a cat? :)
Maybe you should, Laura. Go see Up and forget about your stressy stuff for a bit.
I do not do cats for myself, but I met a nice cat who reminded me of a poem.
I don't know exactly what it is either, but I absolutely love going to the movies alone. You can sit and laugh/cry at whatever point in the film you want, regardless of whether that is the appropriate part. There is no one there with you to judge your responses. It is freeing and wonderful.
Love it.
(You say putter, we say potter. Funny that.)
I miss puttering. It's hard to putter when there's another person in your house who wants to talk to you and do things and has ideas and plans of their own. Puttering is a solitary pursuit I think.
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