|Victoria waiting for her people to arrive home|
So... to make certain he made morning mid-terms, he stayed here two nights in a row and this morning I took his car and dropped him off on campus. As we drove country roads into town, the foggy haze hovering over the landscape reminded me of the first time he drove home alone at night (age late sixteen or early seventeen). He called me not too far from the house to say it was the creepiest drive of his life with fog just hovering over the graveyard and making the lake spookier than usual. He just needed to call and hear a human voice.
I believe if a deer had jumped out of the woods or a cornfield right then... as they are prone to do when least expected... he would have had heart failure right there and I would have been writing about the late great Christopher.
I had to admit, even with the backdrop of a beautiful morning rising of the sun on the horizon... it was just a little unnerving. He thinks it is due to that low fog being the backdrop of too many creepy movies we have seen. I don't watch real horror films as I'd just as soon not be scared in real life or on the screen... but I do enjoy a good mystery now and then.
Just recently I watched on DVD my favorite X-files show (a series which must be watched with discernment I admit) called Bad Blood, which was one of the comedy episodes they were famous for... a spoof of vampire shows and one I must admit to laughing through as I texted favorite lines to Stephanie between giggles.
Now, admitting I watch the X-files now and then may drop a few people from my rss feed (I do notice drops and rises after TV, movie, and book recommendations) but alas it is part of that rather odd part of my otherwise straight and narrow personality that has a passion for science fiction and disaster shows.
I'm certain if I lay on a counselor's sofa and talked about my fascination with such media while at the same time not "celebrating" Halloween or reading Harry Potter may send him (her) back to graduate school for further study.
But in the meantime, I did enjoy spending time with my "boy" and it has been interesting to hear about his ancient civilization studies (especially about the Hebrews and how it all fits in with the Old Testament).
The haze had lifted on the way home as the sunshine was cast through the remaining leaves of gold and copper and chartreuse. All was bright and cheerful, especially as I had decided to drive home the scenic route which does not pass the graveyard and lake.
I will be brave and make the return trip on that road... I think.