I went to the movies last night.

One of the reasons we chose to move to Sechelt was, it’s a small town with “stuff.”

Stuff like a swimming pool, hospital, and movie theatre.

We don’t go out often, so, it’s nice when we do, that there are plenty of places to go, and a lot of things to do on the coast.

Instead of watching the Oscars last night, I thought it would be a good night to go to the movies. I figured most people who like movies, would stay home, and watch a show about those movies.

I was wrong — the theatre was full, and I was lucky enough to sit with people I knew from the dog park. It was nice.

I saw Manchester By the Sea.

I think everyone knows this is one very sad movie. I noticed I held my hand over my heart though most of the film.

But, this was not because of the heartbreak of the story, my hand was on my heart, because I was so happy at seeing Manchester By the Sea again — not the movie, the town.

I lived in Manchester by the Sea years ago.

I was really happy there.

I would not trade my life as it is today, with anyone for any reason.

Just as I know, I would not trade the time I spent, with the people I knew, in Manchester by the Sea, for all the sand on Singing Beach.

The people I sat with at the movies, left feeling depressed, not me. I was high as a kite, filled with joyful memories, of a special place, at a particular time, in my life.

Salute!