Dear Diary,
Today was the big brother's birthday. And it was a fun-filled day. It started poolside with an impromptu pool party. Even the dogs joined in.
And then there was dinner at Olive Garden. And cake at Mom and Dad's. And then the ensuing hilarity that comes at every family gathering.
But there was a small window of time when I was simply cleaning and unpacking and I had an opportunity to put a movie on in the background. (Cable is still not hooked up yet, but the little brother and I have rigged up two DVD players so that we each have one and we need not interrupt each other's paused programs...) So tonight's feature presentation was "New in Town."
I'm not typically a fan of Renee Zellweger. But this fact was offset by the leading man. I do like Harry Connick, Jr. Therefore, I very much like this movie. I have an inclination from time to time to move back up north. To experience the cold, the snow, and the heartwarming thought of winter coats so big and fluffy you begin to look like a giant stay-puff marshmallow man. I often feel as each season approaches that that particular season is perhaps the most romantic of the year. And tonight it's the Christmas season.
It's not unusual at this time of year for me to be dreaming of a white Christmas, but it's especially strong tonight. Perhaps one of my favorite scenes in the movie is the caroling scene. A small-town tradition sends a mass of residents strolling down the street to the town square Christmas tree, candles in hand, voices in harmony. And at one moment, Renee and Harry share a look and a smile, from across the square.
So I wonder who's glance December will bring...
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