My parents' downstairs air conditioner broke last week. During the night it wasn't a problem because they simply moved to an upstairs bedroom, but during the few days it took to order a new unit their waking hours were spent anywhere but at home.
They visited my sister in Columbia, they went to the mall, and one weekday afternoon they decided to go see a movie.
Before I continue, here's what you should know about my father: he watches the news, Jeopardy, and any movie with John Wayne in it. That's it. If anyone happens to be watching anything else, my Dad sees that as an opportune time to take a nap.
So, imagine my grin when my mom announced they were going to see Eat, Pray, Love.
Oh, this was going to be good. My father watching Julia Roberts eat her way through Italy, pray in India, and fall in love in Bali.
Imagine that . . . Nonno at a chick flick. Even just thinking about it sent me into gales of laughter. When I called my husband with this earth-shattering news, and after he asked, What's Eat, Pray, Love? he said, At least it will be cool in the theater so he can take a nap.
See what I mean? My Dad is very predictable.
So, what did you think of the movie? I asked my Dad the following evening.
What do you think? he responded, trying to sound grumpy while grinning at the same time.
Which, in my opinion, is a very evasive answer.
So here's what I think: deep down in the recesses of his John Wayne heart . . . he secretly enjoyed it (at least those parts during which he was awake).