Finally, a Movie

I looked it up: the last movie we’d seen in a theater was Knives Out on December 1, 2019 at Sunset Cinema when we lived on Key Biscayne. 31 months ago! (We’d spent the $30 gift card Patten gave us a few Christmas before that I found when I was packing for our move from 14th Court. Serendipitous.) This time, we saw the new Top Gun at West Orange Cinema, just up Maguire Road. Amazingly, ticket prices were about the same. We indulged with draft Highstepping IPAs from Crooked Can Brewery and a small popcorn, light butter. I’d gotten spoiled with reclining loungers at our old movie houses, but the chairs were comfortable, and the sound level great. We may get Covid yet, but we’re willing to take the chance. BTW, Top Gun has to be the best Navy recruiting film ever. Of course, not enough women’s roles, but to be expected in an action film. 

Even though we’re back home 11 days, I’ve only worked in the yard one morning. The weeds are ecstatic. Over the weekend, we drove to Fort Lauderdale to see Kip one last time (he died the following Tuesday). I’d thought that would be a quick stop by, but while Kip dosed in his Hospice-supplied bed, we chatted for an hour with Kristine and her son Tim. Then lunch with Marjorie at Shuck and Dive, dinner at Vienna Wine Bar and spending the night with Patten and Ryann, and beach the next morning. Patten caught a little sea robin while snorkeling. He put it in a plastic cup to film before releasing it. I floated in the warm water, Grant read. We had lunch with Donna and Bob at Rosie’s in Wilton Manors, then drove home. 

Sally came for a three-day visit midweek, we attended a garden club field trip to LivingTrends, and I co-managed a native plant society Yard Share Saturday morning. Now, I’m attacking the yard. A struggle between caring for my sore joints and tendons versus getting all that needs to be done done. Never ending.