At the Dietrich by Hildy Morgan
So here I am, the non-traveler, once again far from home, sitting in a hotel room writing my column. I have traveled more this year than the past ten years combined, hours away from all that I hold dear, and nut that I am, waaaay outside of my comfort zone. And it’s all my sweet nephew’s fault. He got married this past weekend in a place called Atlantic Beach, South Carolina, which is a little bit like heaven south of the border. All palm trees and crashing waves, it’s an ocean lovers dream, and the wedding was lovely with the bride and groom exchanging vows on a beautiful green lawn with the sounds of the surf in the background. My niece and her husband flew in from Los Angeles so it was a grand reunion for all of us and we had a wonderful time walking on the beach and just catching up. And on the day of the ceremony, the bride looked splendid (our Amy said that Ashley had on the most beautiful gown she had ever seen) and the sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky. How much better could it be?
So we started home this morning (Monday) at nine and stopped in Winchester Virginia for the night. We were on the road over eight hours and it’s exhausting! My sister drove (with Jerry navigating) and, God bless her, she did a great job, although if I were her I’d go to bed for a week when we finally see the green hills of home once again.
Oh yeah. And I want to say this: The south may have beaches and palm trees, but it’s flat. It’s totally, totally flat! When we finally saw the mountains of Virginia outlined against the sky, we let out a hearty cheer. I know, there are some who love those great expanses of flat land, and a palm tree is enough to keep ‘em happy. But Jennie and I grew up nestled snugly in the protective arms of the Pocono Mountains, and we’re never really comfortable if a mountain isn’t in sight somewhere.
Besides which, as you all know, I get homesick about ten minutes after I leave and have to keep calling home to make sure everyone is okay in my absence. “Well,” my husband said as he heard my anxious queries about dogs, cats and the state of the old house I’d left behind, “Thatcher is doing okay, but she’s sitting by the front door waiting for you. She won’t come upstairs to bed. She’s fixated on the door. So I put a blanket down there for her.” Sigh. How can you ever be truly happy when you know a wee dog is waiting by the door and you won’t be walking through it for five days? You see why it’s tough for some of us to go away?????
But, I have to tell you, while at the beach I did what every beach person needs to do – I went to the movies!!! In only my third movie not-at-the-Dietrich in fourteen years, I went to see Godzilla with Amy’s husband Adam. (My sister doesn’t do monster movies and besides, she and Amy needed Mum and wonderful daughter time.) It was a small four screen theater about five minutes from the hotel. Nothing fancy, but totally adequate. Except for the popcorn – made in advance (apparently about three years ago!!!), soggy and tasteless. I really wanted to say, “Young man – do you want to know how to make really excellent popcorn? Because you’re not doing it. Really, you’re not.” But, of course, I didn’t. I do feel sorry for all the people down there who are going to be subjected to tasteless, stale popcorn. But I can’t solve all the world’s problems, right? However, popcorn aside, Godzilla was incredible!!!! Wow! It’s so good! Give it a try if you haven’t already. I’m going to see it again it’s so good. Best movie monster ever!!!!!
And with that, I am closing my computer and packing my bags and hope to be home by this afternoon. Hold on, Thatcher – mummy’s on the way! And mountains and old house and fields and pond and cats and porch and hubby. I’m coming home! It’ll be so good to see you!
And Dietrich. And good popcorn. And everybody! See you at the Dietrich! Sigh!!!!!