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If it wasn’t for a clatter at 6AM, I’d have slept to 8AM at least. Not a worry, though. Rose was friendly and cuddly this morning. Diane and I both pet and rubbed heads with Rose. Eventually, al of us drifted back to to sleep.
Now, Toa and I are watching White Christmas on the couch. It’s been years since I last watched it. I have it in my hick head that Diane doesn’t like the movie. Maybe, it’s musicals in generaal. I probably have this all wrong. All I know is that I am taking advantage of her right now. She’s out of the house helping her sister. Meanwhile, Bing, Danny, Rosemary, and Vera-Ellen are crooning and dancing away this Saturday morning.
White Christmas is one of those perfect stories. A story that can’t be told anymore. Former GIs cum entertainment partners help out their old CO. In the middle of all of this, they fall in love and bring some hope back to the CO. Today, this kind of story is shmaltzy. It lacks snark. It lacks obvious motives and selfishness. What does have is great dialogue, humor, and musical numbers. Above all, it has heart. We need heart right now.
