Last Monday, Dec 28, I went to see the movie "Sherlock Holmes" all by my lonesome. I don't usually like going to movies alone. I'm not sure why. It's not like you can actually talk and socialize with the people who are with you. You are just sitting in the dark silently watching a big screen. So I decided I wanted to see this movie whether anyone else wanted to go with me or not. And so I did. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but I forgot about that once Jude Law came on the screen. Yum!
However, last night (Wed, Jan 6) I really wanted a coca-cola cake from Cracker Barrel. My intention was to actually eat in the restaurant, but that didn't happen. I was just too chicken. I can't stand the thought of people looking at me, judging me or pitying me. I know, it is completely ridiculous. So I ordered my cake to go and ate it at home. Guess I'll have to try again.
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The title comes from an Anne Lamott book in which she suggest you start writing by focusing in on what could be seen in a one-inch frame. So these are my thoughts: one-inch at a time.
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