Given my son Court’s love of All Things Star Wars when he was a kid and the original series was fresh and new, I couldn’t help but smile at the decal on this Kia Soul that was parked in the grocery store parking lot this week. The white car with black trim does, indeed, look like one of the white storm troopers — or, as my very own young Jedi called them, “white guards.”
The decal made me smile this week as I recalled Court’s vast collection of Star War figurines….
Bottoms Up
For me, a large portion of my enjoyment from food and drink is derived from how it looks. Drinking a martini out of a plastic cup simply wouldn’t do it for me. Since embarking on my whiskey drinking adventure, I have been dissatisfied with the glass in which I pour the drink. I want them to look like Frank Reagan on Blue Bloods. After all, it is because of him that I undertook this challenge. So I googled cut-glass rocks glasses. Much to my surprise and delight, what came up was an advertisement from Macy’s for Waterford Marquis rocks glasses that were on sale. It happened to be during Macy’s Friend and Family sale during which many items – including these glasses — were an additional 30 percent off. So I quickly ordered them and the grand total was $27 and some cents for four, plus shipping. They arrived yesterday, and my experience is now complete…..
Whatevah, They All Fly Around in the Air
Court showed me a photo of Cole wearing an astronaut’s costume that they own for some reason or another. Court suggested I ask Cole what he’s dressed as in the photo. I did so. Star Wars, he replied, referring to the Stormtroopers who worked for the Empire. I think he might have something there…..
When I’m 64 is Today
I was 14 years old when this tune was released on the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album in 1967. So I have been waiting 50 years for this song to really mean something to me…..
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weekds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
Today is my birthday, and I’m 64!
Ciao.
(SPOILERS GALORE!)
Yesterday Bill and I went to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I almost called it “the new Star Wars movie”, but realize that we are among the last to see it in the movie theater so it clearly isn’t “new” to most folks. We weren’t alone, however. There were actually quite a few others, mostly senior citizens. But I’ll bet we were the only ones who got in free because Bill got free tickets from his oral surgeon!
I had carefully avoided reading anything about this most recent episode because I wanted to be surprised. I had heard about Han’s demise, however. My brother believes there is wiggle room to bring Han back in further episodes. I disagree. He was pierced all the way through with a light saber and plummeted hundreds of feet into some abyss. I think it’s bye-bye Han, sad as that made me (and Chewie).
For the record, I haven’t seen the three most recently-made Star War movies. I only saw the original three — Star Wars (1977), The Empire Strikes Back (1980), and Return of the Jedi (1983). Court was born in 1980. The Star Wars trilogy was a big part of our lives. He and I watched the movies something like 1,500 times. He had all of the character figurines. He had a toy millennium falcon. He had plastic light sabers. He had X fighters and H fighters and every sort of vehicle imaginable. He LOVED those movies, and frankly, so did I.
So at the beginning of this movie, when the music started, and I saw the narration scrolling across the screen just as it had in those original three movies (and possibly all of them, but see above. I only saw the three originals), I smiled. It made me happy. And I’m not ashamed to tell you (and I swear this is the truth), I teared up when I saw the millennium falcon (though I must admit I can’t quite understand why it took Han and Chewie so many years to find it).
Now I just have one question: If I want to watch ALL of the Star Wars movies, do I watch IV, V, and VI first, and then I, II, and III, or do I watch them in order I, II, III, IV, V, VI, and now VII?
Jessie? Anyone? Anyone?
Have a great weekend.
Nana's Whimsies 