One. I did sleep in the tent last night. Did you think I was kidding when I said I would? My husband, on the other hand, elected to stay inside in the nice soft bed. So George and I went outside under the stars in the tent. For some reason, I woke around 2 in the morning and was surprised to see that there was no dog in the tent with me. Upon closer inspection, I saw that he had somehow burrowed his nose between where the two zippers met and let himself out where I’m sure, he was gallivanting about and cavorting with squirrels.
Two. Today it rained and we sat outside on the little back porch and just watched for awhile. It was soft and gentle and we were content to just look. I love a soft summer rain, don’t you?
Three. Today, because it was raining and my husband was watching golf, I opened my computer and went onto Netflix where I queued up a little number called Dragonfly. Kevin Costner plays an emergency room doctor who has lost his pregnant wife, also a doctor. Kathy Bates delivers yet another solid performance as the next-door neighbor and friend, but it’s Costner who surprised me the most. In one of his best performances to date, Costner perfectly fits the role of the doctor who may or may not be slowly going insane. Darkly filmed in a sort of Sixth Sense-method, there’s a little suspense and a little bit of a mystery as it begins to dawn on the good doctor that his wife may be trying to reach out to him from the grave. But it’s the profoundly joyful ending that left me in tears of happiness. It’s a perfect movie for a rainy afternoon.
Or any other time, for that matter.
I really like a movie that leaves me feeling good.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .