I reconnected with my shy inner child today (I don't think she ever truly leaves) in a whimsical unexpected way - I really meant to do some research on a new book Idea. Scanning the news channels, which I promise myself every morning I won't do, but today's extraordinary news announcing four of the Israeli young people from the concert, who lost their innocence one horrible day as they were dragged away by monsters, had been rescued. Oh, glorious day! Families made whole again after the unthinkable. Beautiful youthful smiles in their embrace.
Anyway, as I was saying, I blame this good news on my lapse in resolve to avoid news, and why I was yet again surfing, which I'm prone to do on electronics of all sizes, when I happened upon an old movie, Nanny McPhee Returns. Never heard of it, but I had 90 minutes to spare between loading the dishwasher and mopping the floor. I found myself entranced, and as it had many of my favorite actors, further legitimized this waste of my time. It reminded me of how I felt as a child watching Mary Poppins ala Julie Andrews. Enchanted, smiling throughout, laughing on several occasions - all-in-all a jolly good time, and not wasted at all. You're never too old to be a child.
It's now two hours past, and I'm still smiling while reading Michael Crichton/James Patterson's new book, Eruption, as I sit outside, sans shoes, "earthing." (Look it up). A good day spent doing nothing of import, but I'm confident I'll go to sleep tonight with a smile.
