Weekend What-not

I am a self-proclaimed writer, as well as a dreamer. I prefer sitting and letting my mind wander to getting up and actually doing something. So, when my kids are running around doing this and that, I find myself becoming flustered. I see them being busy, even at play, and I feel guilty that I just want to sit. I open the laptop, in hopes of writing down my thoughts, but I become distracted by the boys at play.

This morning, Rob took the boys to church, and I stayed home. Today is the last Sunday for our minister. The new minister will start next Sunday. The past several Sundays, I have felt awkward going to church and listening to our minister. I was uncomfortable with the thought that he was speaking to a congregation that did not renew his contract. And, I could go into the whole organized religion discussion regarding assigning ministers to one church vs. another, etc. But, I don’t want to go into that, at least not today.

As I enjoy a quiet house, I find I just want to sit and do nothing. Is that wrong? I thrive when I do nothing, if that is possible. And, my doing nothing consists of talking to myself in my head, romanticizing one thing or another, stressing over one thing or another, becoming anxious over one thing or another, writing novels about one thing or another, etc. I don’t really just sit and do nothing; but, because the ‘stuff’ is being done in my head, to look at me you wouldn’t see what it was that I was doing. After all, thinking and daydreaming is something, right? Have you tapped into my head? My thoughts are exhausting!

Friday afternoon, I watched the movie “The Jane Austen Book Club”, and I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Later that night, I went out with two gal friends. First we went to eat dinner, and then we went to see a movie. We watched “Letters to Juliet”. I thought it was a cute movie, and I definitely and pleasantly got lost in the romance. I had also gotten lost in the romance of ‘The Jane Austen Book Club”. Getting lost in romances is kind of a new thing for me. Rather, my romanticism is coming back to life.

I can’t say for sure when romance lessened for me. As a teenager, I can remember getting lost in daydreams when certain songs played on the radio. I remember the warm fuzzies I would feel during certain scenes in certain movies popular back in the 80s, movies like ‘Some Kind of Wonderful’, ‘Sixteen Candles’ and ‘Pretty in Pink’. I’ll never forget the warm fuzzies my friends and I had whenever we’d see ‘Rugged Man’ during lunch at O’House, while in college. Even in my mid/late 20s, romance was alive and well.

Perhaps my romanticism waned during the early years of motherhood. Many of the ‘warm’ fuzzies of motherhood consisted of freshly expressed spit-up or a leaky diaper, not exactly the most romantic. Regardless of the why or when, romanticism had taken a back seat in my life these past several years. I’d try to get lost in a novel or movie, only to find sleep overtaking me instead of warm fuzzies.

Recently, I tried to catch the Twilight wave, stepping into the world of Bella and Edward. I enjoyed the three books I read, and I had several tingling moments while reading the books. But the movies? Meh. I am hoping Eclipse will prove more, um, stimulating. Nonetheless, based on the feelings and fuzzies I had during the movies this past Friday, my romanticism seems to be awakening again.

I have spent much of the weekend, searching for my next romantic novel to read and romantic movie to watch. In fact, I look forward to watching a movie with Rob tonight. And, there are benefits to my newly wakened sense of romance and feelings of warm fuzzies. Who knows, Rob may get lucky tonight.

The Iron Giant

My latest addiction is Netflix, and I thank Roku for enabling the addiction. OK, wait a minute. I have two young boys. Finding time to sit and blog without interruption can prove challenging, at times. However, blogging while the boys are home and actively running around can also prove to be entertaining and inspirational. As I type, the boys are watching Iron Giant, hence the title of this post. In addition, their friend from next door is visiting and watching the movie, too. My boys have seen the Iron Giant several times, and my oldest is having a hard time sitting still and watching the movie, quietly. [Note: Do not go to movies with my oldest, if you are a person who enjoys watching movies without an ever-flowing commentary taking place next to you.] Suddenly, I hear my oldest say to his friend, “Hey, do you want to see my sock drawer?” Wait. What? OK. I don’t care who you are – that is funny right there.

So, as I was saying before becoming distracted by an apparent exciting sock drawer, I am in love with Roku. Moreover, I am in love with Netflix and the ability to watch several movies instantly. We do not subscribe to cable TV at our house. We actually have an antenna on our roof, and we are able to watch television for free! True, the channels are limited, but the time we spend in front of the television is limited, too. Compared to the average household, we watch very little television. Get this – we only have one TV in the house, too. Are we crazy or what?! (Keep in mind, though, at least one of us in this house has a very cool sock drawer, so we are hip.)

Wednesday nights are special nights in our house. On Wednesday nights, we all rearrange our sock drawer. I’m kidding. And, I will stop with the sock drawer jokes. My husband is part of a men’s group at church, and the men get together on Wednesday nights. Because my husband is not home for supper on Wednesday nights, the boys and I have deemed Wednesday nights ‘Sandwich and a Movie Night’. The three of us look forward to Wednesday nights and plopping ourselves in the living room to eat pb&j sandwiches and watch a movie. I enjoy looking for new movies to share with the boys. Thanks to Netflix, the selection of movies is greater than our current DVD/VHS collection. And, through Netflix, we found The Iron Giant.

Prior to the giant made of metal, the boys requested the lovable computer/trash compactor over and over again. However, Wall-E has taken a back seat to The Iron Giant. Yes, you will still hear the boys and I quote the movie Wall-E with our ‘ta da’, ‘mo’ and  ‘eeve-ah’;  but, Wall-E is now in hibernate mode, as we watch and quote The Iron Giant with a growing frequency: “What you have IN YOUR MOUTH – IS ART!”; “You know, Blah, blah, blah?”; “Roooock. Treeee.”; etc. Based on the fact that our neighbor is completely focused on the movie now, I am guessing we may have hooked another new fan of the movie. Have you seen The Iron Giant? Go ahead. Watch it. I am confident you’ll like it. And, I’ll be sure to keep my oldest at home, so he doesn’t distract you with tales of his sock drawer.

Thank you Netflix and Roku, for opening a world of streaming movies and music to me and my family. When the boys aren’t watching The Iron Giant, we are more than likely listening to our classical music channel via Pandora, with our Johnny Cash, Simon & Garfunkel and Genesis channels also receiving frequent airplay. In fact, the boys have finished their movie and have gone outside to play, giving me the freedom to turn on our  Simon & Garfunkel channel. Spending a Saturday morning listening to Peter, Paul & Mary’s ‘Wedding Song’, Harry Chapin’s ‘Cat’s in the Craddle’ and Seals & Crofts’ ‘Summer Breeze’ makes me feel fine. [Something tells me this post is not going to resonate with the younger generation.] Do you Roku? If not you should; because Roku is fun, and fun is good!