Trekking

Went to the IMAX yesterday to see Star Trek; went to the 2 PM show as the later ones were sold out, not that I cared. Only one costumed attendee and a small SUV in the parking garage made up like the Galileo shuttle. I was kind of surprised that it wasn't me or my car. I was such a fanatic back in the day, a young teen gaga over this very cool series and Mr. Spock. My parents were fairly conservative, they thought it unseemly to dress up like science fiction characters, but I did massage my baby brother's ears till they developed a little point. My goal at the time was to get old enough to leave home and do all the cool things my parents restricted.
They cancelled the series before that happened.
So I moseyed through life, married, had kids, watched lots of Star Trek reruns, most of the movies, but not many of the spin offs... kind of in a Star Trek limbo.
Now here I was in the lobby of the theatre with a couple hundred fans, the youngest of whom hadn't seen 13 in forty years, and I was back - Star Trek was back and it was good, before I even saw the movie, it was good.
And I did enjoy the movie. I loved the action, even the not-so-great storyline required to explain the continuity issues. (Sorry had to say that - I am still a fan of the original series). But mostly I loved the characters, my old friends.
I felt it truly ressurected those campy, outdated reruns that I still love. And I discovered I don't need to be young again; there are others who have that role now.

worth doing

Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime,Therefore, we are saved by hope.Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;Therefore, we are saved by faith.Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone.Therefore, we are saved by love.No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own;Therefore, we are saved by the final form of love, which is forgiveness."

Reinhold Niebuhr

I dream of a world

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questions.

Angel Quest

Angel was in the 4th race last night - he came in last. K'man still wants to buy him back and send him to the farm for a little layout. He wants to keep him as a 6000 claimer- I don't think it's a bad idea, but I think he'll just get claimed again, after K goes to the expense of givng him a turn-out. The point is probably moot, I don't think the new owner is willing to cut his losses and let K buy him for what he is now worth. The only real money he's made since his comeback was for K in his first race. And that's the race he got claimed. O, well. We'll see what happens.

Good morning! I got a statement from social security this weekend telling me how much I should get if I retire at 62, 65, or 70. And I realized how close I am to retirement. I moved back to Ft.L 9 years ago, in less time than that I can retire. Where does the time go.

I was checking the blogger profile match list thing-y. I can't believe it no one else on this blog site has Summer of '42 as a favorite book. Does anyone here have a sense of humor??? It has to be the funniest book I ever read. Never saw the movie, so can't pass judgement on that. Please someone tell me a funnier book. I could use the laugh.

a little crazy

Talking with my oldest daughter tonight about our sense of self, how we identify ourselves. My youngest son lost his right index finger in a work accident 3 days ago, and I feel I have trivialized his loss, not because I truly feel it is "just a finger", but because I seem to think I should feel that way. He was taking it pretty well as he waited at the hospital to go into surgery, but he was really hoping they could save his finger. The next day he was disappointed they had taken it, but still okay. Then they changed the bandage and WHAM, the reality was more disturbing than he anticipated. A part of him was gone... forever. Not the real self, but still the manifestation of who he is was irrevocably alterred. I find myself exhausted trying to reconcile my own feelings, it must really suck for him. That finger puppet children's song keeps running through my head (the one sung to Frere Jaques), Where is pointer, where is pointer, here I am, Here I am.... Too absurd. So we are grieving, my children and I for the loss of Pointer.

Will I ever post again?

Hi there. Just thought I would try this again. I used to journal quite a bit, but got out of the habit a few years ago. This seemed like a good way to start again, but I suck. I think I need a small laptop so I can be in some semi-vegetative state on the sofa and do a little surfing and blogging. We'll see. Anyway, I really want to do this, so I'm going to keep at it if only sporadically for now.