The Rouge Continuum
June 15, 2001
7:14 a.m.
The phone rang at work. I answered. "I met all my goals for the day," Lisa said. "That's great." "I think I deserve a reward. Guess what it might be?" "A trip to Ice Cream Mecca?" I said, hopefully. There was that moment of silence where you know you've said the wrong thing. Internal sigh. "That's not exactly what I had in mind," my true love replied. "Do I suppose you were really thinking of a movie?" Her voice noticeably brightened. "How could you have guessed?"   A couple days ago, I wrote about Moulin Rouge. I noted that Lisa and I had seen it, and that we had liked it, and that you might like it, too. Little did I know then the depths of depravity to which we had sunk. The following day, we took Brigid to see it. After that, Lisa went herself. When she came back, she had the soundtrack. "I don't know why, but I just love this movie," she said without a whole lot of remorse or anxiety. Christina Aguilera, Mya, Pink, and Lil' Kim belted out "Lady Marmalade" in the background. She then proceeded for the next half hour to tell me why she loved the movie. The soundtrack has played pretty much nonstop since. The next day we went to Leesburg. No Moulin Rouge. I wondered about Lisa, as she was pretty depressed and sighing heavily all day. the next day was Monday. Brigid convinced Lisa to take her again--not that it require much arm twisting, I'm sure. When I got home from work, Lisa's PC had been transformed with a computer background complete with Ewan McGregor (sans light saber). The next day she had put a Nicole Kidman background on mine--along with modifying my screen saver to be a text message that read "It's only fair." The following day she replaced that with a Nicole Kidman screen saver. You'll note I'm not really complaining here. I'll not say how many times a member of our family has seen this movie, but I will say that I think we're about due a personal visit from Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman just as a perk. Hey, it's a good movie. You're free to argue with me on that. But we like it, so you're wrong. [very nice grin] So we saw it again last night. We wait through the credits of all movies we see. Usually we're alone at the end, but so far we've never been alone at the end of this one. As we left, a couple other ladies were talking. "I want to see it again right now," one said. "It's playing in a half hour." I smiled. That's what Lisa had said after the first time. We went to Ice Cream Mecca afterward. It was dark. People sat at concrete tables and spoke quietly in the humid evening. It was all quite lovely, as they say on the other side of the Atlantic. "I don't know why I love that movie so much," Lisa said as she ate her vanilla and cherry cordial and looked quite content. "Mama, you say that every time," Brigid said. I smiled with silent satisfaction and ate my ice cream--chocolate peanut butter cup and cherry cordial, a combination that had turned out to be quite tasty. I had, you see, just met all my goals today, too. I figured I deserved my reward.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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