Good morning my darlings.
I’m just sitting here with a bagel and my coffee, and I may go back to bed for an hour, but we’ll see.
Let’s chat.
The day before yesterday, the woman who lives right above me and I – were chatting and she asked if I’ve seen the new Netflix movie (Voicemails for Isabelle).
I told her I have not seen it, but I’d watch it soon and let her know if I liked it or not.
She said she cried within the first 10-15 minutes.
I cried within the first 10-15 minutes.
I watched it last night, and I absolutely loved it!
It was sad. It was funny. It was cute.
It was a movie that shows that even the best things can come out of grief, sadness, anger, etc.
That beautiful things can happen after pain.
The movie focuses on Jill losing her little sister that she’s always been so close to, so she continues to call her sister (Isabelle’s) phone number thinking it’s still connected, and Jill finds comfort in leaving Izzy many voicemails on different days, venting – chatting – and sharing things like she used to when Izzy was alive.
She always feels better after leaving Izzy a message.
She has no idea that the number was disconnected and recycled.
That the number now belongs to some guy’s work phone, (Wes) – and he is listening to all of the messages Jill is leaving Izzy, and hears all of her crazy stories, things that are going on in her life, and things she vents and jokes about. She has no idea that it makes him smile. It makes him laugh.
He plans to tell her she has the wrong number – not knowing the situation and why she’s leaving these messages or who Izzy is, but he’s intrigued by her and her funny, wild, crazy voicemails, so he doesn’t tell her that number is no longer Izzy’s (whoever Izzy is – because again – he has no idea!).
He lets her keep calling and he keeps listening.
Eventually, he finds a way to get just enough information to look her up on social media, and when he sees her photos and who she is, he finds her attractive, and he’s even more interested in listening to new voicemails from her – for Izzy.
My daughter and I laughed and called him a stalker, but I corrected my daughter and joked that there’s a big difference between creepy stalking and cute stalking. He did some cute stalking. lol. (I’m just being funny, but it was cute that he looked her up and checked her out).
I don’t want to give the whole movie away, but it’s something you should totally watch if you have the time, and I laughed a lot in this movie, but I also cried a lot, especially at the end – when this guy (Wes) asks for a sign, and he gets it. ❤️
It’s definitely a MUST WATCH, and one of my new favorite movies!
My daughter was also laughing when one of Wes’s friends asked, “What is it about her, Wes?”, and he starts listing everything he loves, and says her cheeks are always filled with food – like this “Sexy Chipmunk”. I told my daughter, “See? I’m a Sexy Chipmunk, too!”. I made her laugh even more.
If you want to giggle a bit, I went outside in the middle of the movie last night to move my car to the garage because the weather was calling for tornados in our area (or close by) possibly, and the sky looked awful, so if we had hail, I didn’t need my car damaged.
I had cried right before going outside – because of this movie, so when another woman who lives upstairs but diagonal from my place – was out there and started talking to me about a kitten we always see in the garages, I apologized for the way I looked and told her I was “ugly crying to a movie I was watching”. She laughed and said she’s the same way.
The movie was fantastic, and it helped a lot that the guy who played (Wes) – Nick Robinson – is a hottie. 😊
Listen.
If there was a poster with him (from this scene on it) – it would be framed and hanging above my bed.
I’m just saying! 🤣
I loved the movie.
10/10 – I recommend!
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Other than the movie – check this out:
One of the tenants in the facility I work for – came downstairs last week and asked if I wanted this radio.
It’s totally Vintage.
He said he’s had it since he got married many – many – many years ago.
He’s an older guy that I adore so much, and he’s always joking around, making me laugh and he’s goofy.
He’ll tell you he has a history with crazy women – including his now ex-wife, and he did just that – and that’s why he said he doesn’t want it anymore, but it still works.
I wasn’t going to take it. I didn’t think I had any use for it, but ……………after some thinking, I realized I’d love to have this radio, and I’d cherish it because it came from him.
It’s now a sentimental radio for me because I’ve grown close to this old guy, and he’s hilarious.
Even when he’s pissed off and running his mouth on certain days – he still looks at me when he’s going off on people, and we both laugh because that’s just who he is, and he knows I’m not going to stop him.
I tell him to be nice, and sometimes – when I already know he’s going to say something he shouldn’t – I’ll look at him and tell him, “DON’T DO IT!”, and he laughs because he knows I already know what he’s thinking, and what he’s going to say or do.
He’s got a lot of health issues, so my son and I both agreed (because my older son works with me on the weekends) – that if this man ever passes, we’re going to miss the heck out of him. We’re going to be so sad when we lose this guy, and hopefully it won’t happen for many more years, but we know he’s old and brittle.
So, after thinking about what an honor it would be for me to have this man’s old radio that he’s had forever now and no longer wants, I did take it. It does work, and it sounds so clear – but the only issue – is that we don’t have many good radio stations in Minnesota, so I won’t use it now.
Still, I know that if and when we move back to IL. or closer to it, I’ll have many more radio stations and choices, and this radio will look so cute on my kitchen counter, and it will give me something to listen to when I’m cooking or baking. 😊I do need to give it a good scrub down, but I love it!
I remember almost losing this guy at the beginning of this year.
He was really sick, and some of the employees at the facility wanted to go say “Goodbye” to him – so, some went to go see him.
My older son and I – went as well. He wasn’t expected to make it.
When my son and I walked into the hospital room that day, this man couldn’t even keep his eyes open, and he struggled to talk. His breathing was shallow and we thought for sure he wouldn’t make it past that weekend. We were talking to him, and I was holding his hand the entire time – while we just watched him doze in and out, and we sat there quietly some moments – just watching T.V. and watching this man rest.
The facility we work in houses the previously homeless, some Criminals, some addicts, recovering addicts, and alcoholics / recovering alcoholics. He’s one of the alcoholics, and we give what they call “Portions” (little bits of alcohol) followed on a plan – to certain alcoholics, so they avoid their withdrawal symptoms and them getting sick from it.
When we were in the hospital that day, this man (that I’ll call Denny) – suddenly woke up, looked over at my older son and I – and tried saying something. We couldn’t understand him, and he finally yelled, “PORTION!”. We laughed because of course Denny is going to ask for his portion, or for us to sneak him one in, and it just made our night seeing him joke around – even if we didn’t expect him to make it that time.
I laughed and told him, “I can’t believe you just said that!”. He smiled and went back to sleep, only to wake up and ask for a cigarette. I playfully – softly hit his arm and told him, “You’re on Oxygen my dude!”.
Eventually, he fell back asleep and woke up – no longer smiling, trying to talk, or anything.
He was coughing. Struggling to breathe. Nodding in and out of sleep.
I decided to let him rest that night, and told my older son we should go, so he could sleep, but every time I thought he was fully asleep and I tried to pull my hand out of his, he squeezed my hand tighter – at one point – shaking his head no and refusing to let us leave.
When we told him we had to go, he looked so sad, and when we got out of that hospital that day, the tears started to fall.
I couldn’t help it.
He’s become one of the main people at this facility that we have grown so close to and grown to love dearly, and I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again after we walked out of there, but thankfully – by the Grace of God – he was back in our facility a few weeks later – looking healthier, so much better, and so full of life.
He still comes down to try to get his portion an hour earlier, and we still have to distract him and talk about other things, so he forgets about it until it’s time. We still have to try to get him to eat because if he could live off alcohol, milk and Sardines – he totally would, but I’m so grateful he’s still with us, and that he’s still his hilarious, crazy, wild, no filter – self.
I’m glad I have a piece of his history with me, even though it’s just a radio, but to me – it’s not.
It’s HIS radio, and he decided he wanted to give it to me. 😊
I’ll forever love this thing, and I hope that in the long future – far from now hopefully – when God wants me back – my older son will keep this radio and cherish it forever – maybe put it in his kitchen one day – to remember Denny and to remember me and the way I loved it because it was from one of our favorite tenants.
Ah well.
I guess I should go get my day started, huh?
🌸Shel🌸
