In the past three days, I've been to the cinema three times.
Up in the Air.
Alvin and the Chipmunks Take Manhattan. (Or something like that...)
Alvin? Took the little squirrels.
Up? Took the man.
Avatar? Took the big squirrel.
Now it is widely known in these parts of Bear Swamp that the English instructor who once taught a semester-long class of science fiction doesn't really care for science fiction literature. So what in tarnation was she doing at Avatar?
Falling in love with a 10-foot blue creature with a tail of ticklish fancies.
I confess that when films are released in 3D, I typically avoid them. I'd rather save the extra 3 bucks for a four-ounce bag of Swedish fish. But when I asked Ann to go with me to see Avatar, I knew I had to sweeten the deal: "We can do the 3D and go out to dinner." It was an offer she couldn't refuse. So we went to the theatre rather early so as to not get caught in the front-row frenzy of late arrivals. With 30 minutes to previews, we situated ourselves with a trough of popcorn in two seats set off to the side, so as to avoid people who would need to hit the loo. After all, the film is 2 hours and 40 minutes long.
Long-story-short: we had a wonderful time. We probably annoyed some people with our small whispers and impromptu chortling. And I confess that I don't get to spend a lot of one-on-one time with her, largely because she's got her own thing, and I have mine. And then there are our differences, ones which have at times sharply divided our worlds. Still, at the root of it all, she is my kid, and she bears so many idiosyncrasies that she has adapted from my persona. A compliment to me, such as it is. Afterward, we ran through the rain, grabbed dinner, ran back through the rain, soaked our jeans, laughed heartily.
When we got home to an empty nest, she said she was heading out. I felt sad in a way, but happy that she has someone to love for now. So we took a picture of our Waldo 3Ds before she ran out the door. I put on some Frank Sinatra and began baking toll house. The holiday season is closing down, my child is leaving her teens, I think I've come to the point of where I can let go.