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Crazie Town Crier

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Crazie Town Crier

Mom and I loved to cry at movies.  When I was little we’d run all the boys out of the room and tune in to the Hallmark Hall of Fame…or maybe it happened in the opposite order.  Anyway, we’d sit next to each other on the couch, holding a corner of a dishtowel, ready to wipe away our tears.

I recently discovered that not everyone likes to cry at movies.  What’s up with that?  This week I saw Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close and cried so hard I had to bite on my knuckles to keep from sobbing too loud.  I walked out of the theatre with mascara streaming down my cheeks and a smile on my face.

You should give it a try.  It’s great therapy.  So go ahead, be a cry baby.

 

Beware Alligators

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Beware TO Alligators

I want to be one of those perpetually nice people.  Really I do.  But it doesn’t seem like it’s going to work out that way.

Our last trip was to Kiawah Island.  We landed at 11:30 pm in Charleston.  Charleston hates me, by the way.  The one other time I’ve been here we flew in slightly ahead of a hurricane with enough turbulence to last me a lifetime.  Then the driver got lost and couldn’t find our hotel.  Then the hotel didn’t have any electricity.

But I digress.  This time there was no driver.  We waited around until midnight, then convinced another driver to abandon his rider and take us to the hotel.  We arrived at the check-in desk around 1 am – behind six other people, one of who was trying to change rooms because he had no hot water.

I’m reading a book by Fannie Flagg and one of the characters is a perpetually happy person.  Hazel convinces her friends to take belly dancing lessons and then to march in a local parade.  She sounds like fun.  Hazel sounds like someone I want to be like.

Instead, I’m like my Grandmother Nellie.  I spent the trip sighing, moaning and mumbling nasty remarks under my breath.

Evidently embodying Grandmother Nellie burns a lot of calories because I woke up the next morning starving.  Our villa was a ten minute walk to a restaurant and we came across this sign along the way.  My husband kindly pointed out that with my bad attitude he thought the alligators were the ones in danger.  I decided to be Hazel and let him live.