I miss movies. Not new ones, necessarily, because that is always an iffy proposition for me. I mean I hate to waste an hour and a half or more on something that I won’t remember when I wake up in the morning. But I really miss my movies. The ones that up until recently I watched and re-watched on a regular basis.
But life has been busy. Too busy for a two hour standstill. And yet I long for that combination of story and character and images and music, the ones that linger with you long after the screen has gone dark. Some of those I own. Some I don’t—at least not yet. Like my “to buy” book list, my “to buy” movie list extends far beyond my current means.
I know this season of life won’t last forever. In fact, once baseball and track reach their 2010 conclusions, I’ll be able to breath. And who knows? Maybe I’ll even find an extra couple of hours to sit back and enjoy one of my favorite flicks.