The Tissue Barometer of Life
Soppy, Sloppy and a Sook
Yes, I have to use all these words to describe my weekend.
First...I just loved all the responses on my last post.
I thank you all for your comments and insight
into this little blogging world we live in.
I was touched by so many and this is when...
I got soppy. (teary)
I spent the weekend with a dear friend
from New Zealand. I loved having her here and felt so lucky
to have this special time with her. We talked non-stop.
It is such a great feeling when you can do that with a friend.
We said good-bye hoping to meet one last time before she
flies back to New Zealand. Closing the door behind me....
I started to get sloppy. (sentimental)
It was the end of a chilly Sunday afternoon.
The house was quiet. I had it all to myself for an hour or so.
I lit a few candles, took myself to the TV room and plopped myself down.
I was not going to move for the next hour and took my chances
on what would be showing on TV...
Before I start, I should mention that my family
hates to watch movies like this with me.
They each come prepared with a tissue box.
This movie is right up there in the list of movies
that gets me going. It's an oldie but goodie.
A perfect end to a Sunday afternoon.
First we have the music.
Music by Steve Tyrell is movie heaven to me.
He sings the opening to the clip below.
Then there is the movie...
When they sell the house, say good-bye and share
basketball memories, I am a goner.
I laughed, I cried...I was a big sook
who got soppy and sloppy with
the tissue barometer reaching the red zone.
It was not long before I was discovered...
'Jeez Louise' was Miss Claire's first comment.
'What happened to you?'
I started blubbering something about a basketball
and she passed me another tissue.
What can I say, I am a sook :)
How about you, what is your tissue barometer ?
Are you reaching for the box at the first whiff of emotion
or are you solid as a rock?