As summer drags by and since hubby is retired, I find myself at a loss. I mean, the house has only so many cabinets and closets to clean. So, I head out to my little room where bliss awaits. This is my piece of heaven. My own special place where I sit and watch movies or read a good book. I usually only get an hour or two before someone comes searching for me, but I'm not complaining. Imagine how I'd feel if nobody did?
Like the rest of the world, I'm waiting for Yellowstone to wrap up. Why it takes so long between seasons is anyone's guess. But a person can only wear so many hats, no matter how big the head. Anyway, I decided to rewatch some old movies. Since my little room is only equipped with an antenna, I usually watch DVDs.
Yesterday, I chose Rocky Balboa. I watched it at the theater and remember thinking how magnificent he still looked after all these years. Magnificent, yes, is the right word. He is toned and determined. And loyal. I'm a sucker for a love story, which you probably already know since I write romance novels. In a previous movie, Rocky's wife, Adrian, had passed away- we only see memories of her in this movie. There's a flashback of when he first met her at the pet store and bought a pair of turtles, Cuff and Link. Love those names. I gotta tell you, I almost cried during the opening minutes seeing Rocky feeding two clunky, and very big, turtles swimming around in a tank. The passing of time hits you hard.
And like it or not, it's a phase in life we all reach. A whole new chapter. The silver years, which will ultimately lead to the golden ones, and on to the big finale. And like Rocky, it takes some adjusting. You know, there's still a little more inside. And he's determined to spend it all. Every last drop.
Good advice.
Pursue your passion.
