Between Two Worlds

I like old movies, and there's a particularly good one I want to record (because it starts at 5 a.m. Central Time) on Saturday. It's called "Between Two World," and it's about a group of people who get caught in the London Blitz during World War II and then find themselves aboard a ship ... and eventually realize they're heading to the afterlife.

It's got a bunch of big stars from the mid 1940s--Paul Henreid, Sydney Greenstreet, Eleanor Parker, John Garfield. Interesting movie. The kind I like to watch wtih my wife.

"Between Two Worlds" also decribes my blog existence right now. I'm still tilling the garden back at MB, but now I'm also working at efx2, trying to paint up the place, mow the grass and make it look more presentable. Remember, I'm the one with no artistic talent.

I'm trying to remember an incident from years and years ago. Maybe it was a dream, for that matter, for it involved something my family didn't do very often: ride a rowboat on a lake. Nevertheless, I remember I was already on the dock, and my dad was climbing out of the boat, too. It just so happened that the boat was slowly drifting farther from the dock. And my dad had one foot on the dock and one foot in the boat. And I could just see this mini-disaster about to happen.

Except it didn't. My dad already had his weight on the dock and nimbly lifted the other foot to join it. Nobody got soaked. I don't remember anything else about it.

That seems to define my blog existence right now. I have one foot at MB and one foot here. And I know I'm shifting my weight.

I'm not a person who bails when times get bad. But I am a person who will wait patiently for things to get better--and then reluctantly conclude that I had better make a move. And I do.

Inertia has a lot to do with it. Bodies at rest tend to remain at rest. That describes me. But now I seem to be making a move. Will I be lifting my foot out of the rowboat?

Movie spoiler: "Between Two Worlds" leaves the viewer to decide what happens to the characters--what their fate will be. There is no neat, clear-cut answer to my dilemma, either. Time will tell.