Life As A House...

I borrow this title from the movie I accidentally watched this afternoon. I say accidentally, because after all the drama we've experienced the last few days,  we returned home and collapsed in relief (the whole family napped), not even aware that we were wound so tight!

It was never a movie I would have chosen from the blurb.  I avoid sadness like a rabbit avoids dogs.  I have known enough, not be entertained by it. I want to laugh in my life and tend to do that, even, when it seems inappropriate, but that is me. At the hospital, my BIL asked, you do know this is serious, don't you?  Ah, but he doesn't know me well, or he would have known, I WAS serious.

In the movie there were revelations, laughter, romance, dreams and death with Kevin Kline, Kristin Scott Thomas, Mary Steenburgen and a load of other wonderful actors and actresses.

I lay on the couch, very aware of my blessings, and so aware of my ungratefulness.  I cried.  I like to think it was because of the movie.