A moment for me

Some days you're just holding on for dear life - trying to keep

the tears from falling, for no apparant reason.

Then...

Dad came home from work and

promptly snuck back out the door to run some errands.

He returned early enough to let me

sneak out the door myself.

Our cute lil Bug was none the wiser.

I haven't had much time to myself lately.

Hmmmm. How could I make the best of this time

all alone returning a movie at the grocery store?

Wander the aisles in search of a great deal, that's how!

A lazy ten minutes later I'm walking to my car carrying

broccoli, Quorn nuggets, Puffs (with lotion), and a

roll of paper towels. I'm such a wild chic.

Through the green lit stoplight I drive, making a last second

(yet carefully maneuvered)

right turn

to the liquor store.

Inside, I find my favorite bottles

of cheap red wine. Although I have

heard from various educated sources that

"the bigger the bottle, the better the wine",

I stick to the basic, classic bottle for two.

I buy three bottles.

Insatiable...

Vampire...

and... I just can't recall.

Now I'm back on Main.

Here's the stop sign at 8th.

I almost turn left, just two blocks from home...

Instead I break away, drive straight - a few blocks downtown,

seeing the people walking, some stores open,

some restaurants closed. It's off-season.

(I didn't know what that meant until I moved here.)

To my left is our kick-ass, one screen, small town movie theater.

Every town should have one. - or maybe not?

It's 7:31 pm. People are still buying tickets outside.

I lock the door, jump out mid-dial. Dad needs to

answer because Mom needs a break. As I hand the money over

he answers the phone.

I have enough cash for the ticket, popcorn and small drink.

Total is $10.00...I have exactly twenty cents left over.

I sit down in the perfect seat, noone blocking my view.

Away I go, it's not my life for a couple of hours.

I'm transported into the past, into someone

else's drama. I need this. I've been craving this.

It's so simple. But, it's so rare.

Two hours later I'm walking out of this

cool little theater and onto the bricked sidewalks.

Into crisp air that's kissing my cheeks.

I'm a bit disoriented, my bearings are momentarily lost.

I'm still in that other world.
A world that, before my daughter and husband,

would have included me seriously considering an escape.

Starting over.

Now I will drive home and "hope"fully share

my brief reprieve with the father of my daughter.

I hope he'll be happy that I got to break out of

routine. It's the small adventures now.

Will I be content?