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Get The Picture? By Sherry Hopkins

Sherry Hopkins

Kindly thief stole August, left October weekend good for movies, patio fire

Someone crept in during the night last Friday and stole August. In its place the kindly thief left October. I don’t normally encourage thievery but this was wonderful.

Over the weekend Dear Don and I decided to go to the movies. We hadn’t been in nearly a year. Mostly because there wasn’t anything we wanted to see. However, two movies were showing that interested us both.

I had longed to see Julie & Julia, the especially delightful movie starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. I had planned to go alone one afternoon because I knew Dear Don would not appreciate this kind of movie. But just as I was making my plans the theatre shifted to a fall schedule and would not be showing movies during the early afternoon weekdays as it had done all summer.

But I was in luck. A new alien movie had just premiered and Dear Don was chomping at the bit to see it. When I suggested that we could go together and view different movies he was excited.

Saturday was orientation day at Ole Miss. This is not a good day to visit Oxford. The traffic was horrific (there I go exaggerating again), the traffic was heavier than usual, and we couldn’t get a parking place at our favorite lunch spot (that’s the truth.)

Moms and Dads with their eager freshmen were pouring out of every business.  SUVs and U Hauls were loaded to the gill with clothes, bedding, microwaves and milk crates. All at the ready to stock dorm room to be as much like home as possible.

We finally got a bite of lunch and made it to the theatre. While waiting in the lobby for movie time a nice lady joined us. She had just walked out of the movie Dear Don was going to see. But he was not discouraged one bit. He loves Sci-fi/horror type movies and would no doubt see every one no matter the plot or lack of acting skills involved.

My movie was one of the best. However I’ll agree that most men would not love this movie. It was a love story with two different women in two different times in different cities. They both were deeply in love with their spouses and food, especially cooking. The scenery in old Paris was lovely.

Meryl Streep embodied Julia Child. At times you could almost smell the aroma of the dishes being summoned up in the respective kitchens. Stanley Tucci played Paul Child, Julia’s husband. Paul was a head shorter than the six-foot plus Julia, balding and bespectacled. He had a wonderful sense of humor and was totally in love with his adoring wife.

Paul reminded me of my Don who I missed all during the two-hour movie.

Dear Don probably missed me too, but not because the insect-like aliens reminded him of me (or maybe they did) but because his movie was in his words, “awful.” He was very disappointed that the first movie he decides to see in a year was so bad.

So the weekend that started on a hot and humid Friday with a leaking hot water heater and ended on a cool arid Sunday evening was good. We had our first “fall” fire out in the patio early Saturday morning, drinking coffee until the sun came out and awoke all of Plum Point.

Bad movies and leaky hot water heaters aside, we cherish each weekend hot and humid, cold and frosty or anything in between. You get the picture.

(Contact Sherry at swhcsc@wildblue.net)