Alone at last...

You wish for days like these. Days where no one is home but me. The house is so quiet. There is no blaring television to jangle my nerves. No children running and screaming that they need help. No husband needing my time. This will change I'm sure as they all come walking back in the door.

However, it is only this little space of time that I call my own. Does it make me selfish to want an hour or two of peace? Where all I need is fulfilled by my mind and my music? Haphazard thoughts that tumble through my brain like a gym full of noisy toddlers?

No. I think everyone needs quiet time. Time for contemplation. Time for planning.

It is rare this time and so precious that I'm almost taken back by the quiet. I looked around my study and thought myself a little lost.

*Grin*

Then I decided I must make the most of the time and begin to write.

I'm dieting like a crazy person right now. How I hate to diet and watch what I eat but so far so good. Five pounds down and I'm not telling you how many more to go. Some things are sacred to womanhood. Kind of like our ages.

Went to see "The Wedding Date" last night. I have to say that I laughed almost the entire time. Of course, the cousin stole the show, and now I've added a bit of lingo to my vocabulary. New words? *Wanker* and *Sod off* I love these words but then I love slang. I do. New words that roll off my tongue and make me laugh. Oh, and I forgot another one....*snog* I believe that snog means to make out feverishly. Anyway, I'm getting off the subject. This movie made me laugh. A good thing as I'm writing a semi-dark romance. Humor is always good for the soul and the stomach muscles. Go see and laugh, it's worth it.

I read on another forum today about a film called "Dear Frankie." I watched the trailer and truly must say I'm intrigued with this small film. Then I was surprised that it might not get full distribution. Who are these movie Gods that decide what we want to watch and what we do not? It angers me. I am keeping my fingers crossed that it will at least come to my little patch of green in the future. You know of course that it has my favorite actor, Gerard Butler in it, but that is not really why I want to see the film. I'm intrigued by the idea that a mother would make up a man instead of telling her child the truth. The theme of the story is that Frankie, who is deaf, has never met his father. So his mother writes him letters every week detailing where the imaginary father, who is a sailor on a merchant vessel, has been that week. This kind of story line fasinates me and I so hope that we will all get to see it.

Well, I'm running out of steam and coffee so at this point I'll leave you.