I'm bummed. It's looking like we're going to have more of the same this year, although a new president will be nice. I need to shake things up. I've asked Doc to start working on that one for me. He's game, which is 1/2 the reason I married him. Also he's 1/4 handy/prepared and 1/4 dimples.
I think this notion was brought about by watching Mama Mia on New Year's Day. I don't care what you say about this movie: it got me. I loved it, every minute. Even when Pierce Brosnan sang. It made me want to move to Greece, that's how much I loved it.
And why not? What would it take, really...we could sell the house and everything we own and live in a box until the rest of our debts are paid off. Then we can take our tax refunds, get a passport and hop on the next Aegean Airlines flight out of here. We wouldn't need shoes and we could make our clothes out of flimsy material. It's always sunny there and we could buy a hotel to run. I've seen Newhart and Fawlty Towers; we could do it. Think of the things I could post here...
I can hear Doc now: "Well, darlin'" he'd say slowly, "If that's what you really want to do...but what about [insert reality check here]."
See? I'm pretty sure he'd be game for moving to Greece with me if I could answer his doubts. And let me tell you, right now, Greece sounds really good to me. I'm sure it will pass as many of my whims do these days. It used to be I'd jump at these ideas without thinking. Now, it's a bit harder with the little ones. However, as long as they could listen to the sound track of Mama Mia over and over and over again, I could talk them into just about anything. Doc's not so easy, which is another reason why our marriage works: He's one hundred per cent his own person. I can only cajole him into something if he's already inclined so to do.
But really, I want to go to the Greece in the movie, where people break out into song. Where beautiful people dance together and emote. I want to hang out with those loud boisterous people and sing "Dancing Queen." I want to wear my heart on my sleeve and feel sunbleached, warm to the bones. I'm want someone to stand on the top of the mountain with me and let me bemoan that the "winner takes it all..." and then profess his love publically afterwards (Doc, can you help me out with this one?).
How can I get that in my life?