Alone at last

Sunday, May 21, 2023

I love my daughter, more than anything, but sometimes mama needs a break.

I didn’t need a break to myself, no. The boyfriend and I needed alone time. Two years ago, my ex-husband’s new wife’s cancer came back. With a vengeance. Since then, I’ve had our daughter almost every day. Before that, however, she was with him two nights a week. The boyfriend’s kids were with their mom the same nights. With those two nights, we were able to watch a movie, uninterrupted. Eat dinner without complaints. Shoot, even read in silence, next to each other. I think a major issue we’ve had lately is that we haven’t really had any time for just the two of us. So, when we get these precious nights, we need to take advantage of them.

After cleaning the house, baking brownies and muffins, and ordering dinner, we sat down to watch a movie. I’m not much of a movie watcher. Like. At all. But he knows that I’ll pretty much watch any movie that is in French. Gotta practice my skills. He put on a movie that he’s been trying to get me to watch for awhile. Even though it’s in French and even though it’s by the same director that did Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain, AKA, Amélie, (my favorite movie), the movie’s description made me hesitant. It’s called “Delicatessen”.

How do I summarize this movie? Well… there’s a handyman that used to be a circus clown until his monkey was eaten. His new boss is a butcher that cuts up his handymen and serves them in his shop to his apartment tenants. Until the butcher’s daughter falls in love with the clown man and tries to save him. The worst part, and this is going to sound so bad, the clown guy’s face really bothers me. Like. A lot. He’s in a lot of French movies from the last 30 or so years. And in every one of them, his face has bothered me. He kinda looks like a duck. His lips almost touch his nose. It’s weird.

All that being said, it was a nice evening.