Today my husband and I have been married 29 years. That may seem like a lifetime to those of you just turning 29, but for us old people it’s a drop in a bucket. Well, actually it’s a really, really long time. I have now been married longer than fifteen or twenty movie stars put together. Not that I’m in a marriage contest against movie stars. I’m too competitive for that. It would be way too easy to win such a contest.
But to show I’m not against movie stars just because they are really terrible at marriage, we went to a lovely “romantic” movie to celebrate our relationship longevity.
RED-starring Bruce Willis, Mary-Louise Parker, John Malkovich, Morgan Freeman, and Helen Mirren was an exciting, explosive, hilarious romp. Much like our marriage.
RED stands for Retired & Extremely Dangerous, and believe me, those old guys and gals were pretty dangerous. If you have a chance to see it, you won’t be sorry. Bruce still has loads of charm and Malkovich was definitely funnier than in his 1996 Dr. Jekyll movie, “Mary Reilly.” Oh yeah, that wasn’t supposed to be funny. (I thought it was. But I may have been the only one to see it).
Anyway—this past week we had both sets of parents come for a visit. First, my husband’s parents showed up with a trunk load of produce from the farm, and then after they left, my folks showed up with a third dog to join the pack and a pile of books. (They didn’t leave the dog, just the books) Mom always brings me a pile of books that she’s already read. I guess she thinks I don’t have enough of a “to read” list.
Now our house is quiet once more, except for Leon speaking words of love in French to me across a candlelit table set with delicate china and crystal goblets and adorned with a pizza from Godfathers.
Actually, I made that last part up—except for the pizza. We ate it in the truck, in a parking lot, watching people come and go at Target and washing it down with cans of Coke Zero. Our lives are filled with romantic moments. I’m just sharing one of many. Don’t be jealous. This is the life of a writer.