Mom & Me Journals Histories: 1999 - 2001

    I think my mother has just about had it with the "going to the movies" experience (thank god for home videos). She wanted to see Hearts in Atlantis, so we went. I'm not sure what it is about the theater experience that bothers her but she was clearly uncomfortable throughout. I asked her afterwards if she'd had a problem with either hearing or seeing the movie. No, she didn't but she said, "We don't need to see movies in theaters, anymore, do we? I didn't get anything out of that movie." So I guess I'll get to practice again one of my favorite activities, going to see movies alone. I told her that's what I would probably do because there are certain aspects of the theater experience I prefer to video on a television. Actually, I've always preferred to go to theaters alone. When I go with people I know I have a hard time disconnecting from my companion(s) and devoting my entire attention to the movie (not to mention that, many times, companions are moved to "react" to the movie for the edification of their companion which just annoys the shit out of me). I promised her I would do it only in the afternoons when she was napping. "Be my guest," she said. I felt like I got a little piece of my life back.
    In case you hadn't already guessed this, someone outbid us on my mother's dream house. She has already mentioned, once, to MFS, yesterday, that "we lost my house". I think we're on the downhill side of that problem, now. Yes!