One of my most favorite movies is a Woody Allen production called “Midnight in Paris” for which he won an Academy Award.
The movie is charming. A screenwriter goes on vacation to Paris with his fiancee. One night while he was out exploring Paris on his own he meets a small group of people who in many ways feel very familiar. He gets invited on a journey that takes them back in time to the Jazz Age’s stellar icons of literature and art.
I was reminded of this movie several times these past two weeks as the weather turned colder, and I broke out flannel sheets and blankets and my fuzzy slippers.
We have five cats — two who tolerate us inside and several that have decided to call our yard home. The two inside cats — one is Cricket, who hails from Hardeeville, and the other is Mouse, who was born on our porch — dislike each other intensely. Cricket, who never comes when called, has decided to kiss the cold goodbye and sleep inside at every chance even though Mouse’s fur and her’s stands straight up on each other’s back and tail constantly.
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Both cats have made their nests on our bed at night. After much hissing and growling, things calm down as long as they don’t see each other. Cricket has picked me as her confidant and pillow friend.
I have had the most marvelous dreams since cold weather arrived, and I have figured out why. One night I dreamed I was on the Orient Express, and we were having the most wonderful supper while tooling through the Swiss Alps. At the end of our trip, we were picked up at the station by Omar Shariff and whisked off to an unknown palace. Guess what? Cricket was lying on my head purring as loudly as a cat can.
One night, I gave the cats a small can of sardines to eat, and, of course, they loved that. My dream that night put me in San Francisco at Fisherman’s Wharf eating the most divine selection of grilled fish washed down with a lovely chablis. For dessert, I was eating lemon sorbet when I woke to find Cricket right next to me licking my nose.
The last dream I have had was me at Palmetto Bluff at their gorgeous spa having a wonderful massage outside on the river bank. I had had a long soak in herbal water inside, and this was the piece de resistance. I awoke to find Cricket on my back purring and kneading my back the way cats do while trying to get comfortable. Well, all I can say is I have saved a small fortune by just dreaming these adventures. The only problem is that, when I wake, I can’t go right back to sleep, so in the meantime, the only bags I have packed are under my eyes.
Bluffton Pajama Party
We are going to have a wonderful party from 3 to 5 p.m. Dec. 15 at the Bluffton Farmers’ Market. Everyone is invited to the first ever Bluffton Pajama Party to celebrate the last market day of 2016. So get out your favorite pajama ensemble, gather your chickies and friends, and join the fun. Just think, you can toddle home after the fun and then hop in bed already dressed for the land of nod, tired and happy to dream of sugar plums all night. For more information stay tuned.
Christmas Parade coming up
Get prepared for the annual Bluffton Christmas Parade on Dec. 3. The gaiety begins at 10 a.m. at Bluffton Town Hall and winds through Old Town. This is a grand treat, so don’t sleep late.
Babbie Guscio is the social columnist for The Bluffton Packet. She can be reached at The Store on Calhoun Street or at email@example.com.