9/07/2011

Leaping

The other day I re-watched a movie called Leap Year staring Amy Adams and Matthew Goode.  I am a sucker for anything filmed in Ireland and has relationships similar to Tracy and Hepburn or Clark Gable Claudette Colbert in In Happened One Night

The plot of Leap Year is that "when Anna’s (Amy Adams) four-year anniversary to her boyfriend passes without an engagement ring, she decides to take matters into her own hands. Inspired by an Irish tradition that allows women to propose to men on Leap Day, Anna follows Jeremy (Adam Scott) to Dublin to propose to him. But after landing on the wrong side of Ireland, she must enlist the help of the handsome and carefree local Declan (Matthew Goode) to get her across the country. Along the way, they discover that the road to love can take you to very unexpected places."

Now besides the great accents and the scenery the happy endings always present in Hollywood films, what stuck with me was the scene when Jeremy in an attempt to find some common ground, asks Anna what one thing would she grab if her house was on fire.

Of course, remember Anna is American and to think that that someone would know the one thing they would grab is ludicrous.  As she scoffs and taunts Jeremy, he calmly tells her it would be his grandmothers clatter ring.  That is the only thing he would take.

What came to me as I watched this movie for the umpteenth time, late at night in my bed. is that I had finally made the great leap over things.

I realize that what I wanted to make sure made it out of the house were the three cats.  Everything else did not enter my mind.  Things had lost their value.

Of course, remember that I have insurance.  What I would need to have in my new abode I would be purchasing.

I realized that the furniture that had been handed down to me, were no longer important.  My daughter has no interest.  She had her own style.

So, what I have put in my " fire bag" is a dvd of when my aunt told the history of the Gregory family from Scotland and the dvd's my daughters father made as she was growing up.

What else?

Not much.

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