My Favorite Year

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Today, I met my friend, former co-worker, and vintage fashionista, Nancy, at the movie theater. We were going to see “An Education.” I arrived before she did. And, when I walked into the theater, it was like someone threw a party, but they forgot to send the invitations.

I was one of eight people in line to buy tickets. I thought, “Well, who goes to a movie at 4:15 in the afternoon?” I glanced at the seven people in front of me. Since everyone was over 70, I said, “Only old people and unemployed people go to the movies at this time of day!”

When Nancy arrived, she got in the queue with me. I asked, “Did you notice that the only people who see movies at this time of day are old and unemployed?” She laughed, and then she said, “But, that’s us!” I told her to bite her tongue. I was unemployed, but I had so many years to go before I was “old!”

As all good movie-goers do, I turned off the volume on my phone. At one point, I saw it flashing. I pulled it out, and I saw that Nate had called and John, Iz’s Dad, had called me twice. It figured. I had been around all week doing nothing and totally available; however, when there was a two-hour period in which I would be unreachable, everyone needed me!

I texted John and said, “I’m at the movies with Nancy, remember?” I had only mentioned it several times this week. He responded with, “Well, Iz said that you decided not to go.”

I had said to him this morning, ‘I’m going to the movies with Nancy; you need to get Iz.” This was after Iz had gone off to school. Yet, somehow he’d still rather take the word of an almost 7-year-old who still believed in Santa Claus over what I had told him this morning!

After the movie was over, I called John’s cell. Iz answered the phone and through tears said, “Daddy is talking to me in his angry voice.” I asked her to explain what had happened. Even after she explained it, I still didn’t understand what the heck was going on. Apparently, there was some disagreement. She asked, “When are you going to be home?”

Today marks the year anniversary of the loss of my job. (Well, this is the day my boss told me that I was going to lose my job the next day. I don’t think he was supposed to do that, but I loved him for doing that, because it made facing the next day that much easier.) And, do know what? Even though I thought about what happened a year ago today, I think more about what happened the last year.

Today, I celebrate another year of life even if it's not my birthday. It was a pretty good year, despite the circumstances. And, if I got hit by a truck tomorrow, I’d have to say it was the most favorite year of my life, especially since someone still wants to know when I'm going to be home. ♥

An Oldie but a Goodie Note: Since I am still no closer to having a job almost a year after I made this, perhaps I should reconsider these jobs!