Today is our 37th wedding anniversary, and tomorrow we fly to Hawaii for a week. What a treat! Even though it seems to take great effort to get everything arranged, and I'm tired from packing, doing errands and running around, it will be worth it when I'm on the plane. Ironically, it's absolutely beautiful here, no-jacket weather. So I'm leaving paradise for paradise. Oh, well. There I won't be haunted by a to-do list and dust balls and ungroomed dogs. I won't worry about the laundry or groceries or what to wear. I'll wear the few things I brought, and the heck with it.
My foster granddaughter and I watched Pete's Dragon today, and I hadn't seen it since my kids were small. It seemed terrible. I must have been awfully desperate to have a distraction as a mom back then. I like Helen Reddy, but everyone else is overacting and embarassing themselves. It seems to drag on and on. We fast forwarded to the end, we were so bored. At five, my granddaughter is a movie critic, just like me.
I'll need to read my book to wipe out the silly film from my brain. By tomorrow, I'll be singing Iz's songs and Elvis' Blue Hawaii, and embracing a new form of bad lyrics. Island magic, here I come.
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