In the wee hours of Thanksgiving morning, while I lay in bed deciding whether or not I should rise and seize the day or at least shower, in the haze of half awakness I heard Fred and Ginger dialogue. I had fallen asleep with my TV on TCM.
Now, knowing that I am completely off my rocker, I immediately decided that was a good sign and succumbed to sleep again –my mind being soothed by an old RKO score and the taps of Fred and Ginger- only to wake to another Fred and Ginger movie.
A sign from god if any, a Fred and Ginger marathon on Thanksgiving Day, it was the first year I didn’t watch the parade. Lame-o, I know, but Fred and Ginger mean so much to me. After HS, there was this brief year of isolation when I went to Jr college. I literally didn’t go anywhere for months. I was taking online classes and video classes and I only had to venture outside of the house to take tests or remember what the sun looked like. I remember freaking out one day because the family had went to Wal-Mart and left me home alone. I just remember yelling at them that I hadn’t been out of the house in weeks and was going crazy – although at that time I am sure I was well past my sane expiration date.
To pass the time, and I had a lot of time, I watched everything on TV. At that point I had watched everything that had ever aired on TV except this same old black and white movie that PBS would play – Top Hat. One day it was on TCM and I had run out of things to watch, so I watched it and immediately fell in love with Fred and Ginger. I had avoided watching this movie hundreds of times and it had become one of my most favorites. I made Daddy Dearest take me to a new movie place just so I could rent the rest of the movies they were in together. I watched them over and over and over. They made me happy. The movies were simple, silly, fluffy little happy pills of time that I remember.
I woke up to them on Thanksgiving and the simple, silly, fluffy little happy pill feelings came back and for once I woke up happy – the rest of the day, not so much.