I love summer movies. There's just something about sitting in a cool, dark theatre on a sweltering day and waiting for the magic to begin. Lately movies have been a little long on self-importance and a little short on magic, at least in my humble opinion. So I was pleasantly surprised that someone in Hollywood decided to deliver a little old-fashioned fun for us this summer.
I loved Knight and Day (and I'm not a big Tom Cruise fan.) But he did a great job of spoofing himself in this flick, and Cameron Diaz was gorgeously hilarious. The movie was clever and fun, in the tradition of grand Hollywood adventures.
And this afternoon I saw the Karate Kid re-make, with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith. I didn't realize it was filmed in China. Some of the scenery was really beautiful. So is Jaden Smith. He is just a beautiful child. (Although he probably wouldn't want to be thought of as either beautiful or a child.) And he must have worked really hard to play the hero. His Kung fu training looked pretty brutal. Jackie Chan is the Fred Astaire of martial arts. His stuff is always so creatively choreographed. I didn't expect to enjoy this movie as much as I did, which is why I waited until its last run in our local theatre to see it. But I was pleasantly surprised.
I walked out of both these movies happy and relaxed. And that's just how I want to feel after a summer matinee.
Took a walk with family and dog along the downtown shoreline yesterday. It was still hot, still humid, but lovely, and I blindly snapped photos since I had my daughter's little pocket camera and couldn't see a thing in the image window because of the brilliant sun. But trust me, it was a very postcard-y walk. You know the kind - kitschy tourist landmark out on the bay, pristine white sailboats floating gently at harbor, pink 1920's hotel accessorizing the skyline, and lots and lots of palm trees. As the postcards say, "Greetings from Florida! Wish you were here!"
"I would rather see the portrait of a dog that I know, than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world."
- Samuel Johnson
I know, I know. I post way too many photos of my dog. But don't you think the quote goes a long way towards justifying this one? And I just couldn't resist snapping this picture of pure contentment. (Of course, the dog's contentment follows on the heels of a 6 am wake up call for her owners, after which said owners were wide awake and tackling the day's chores and said dog, being well fed, watered, and brushed, settled down for a nice morning sunbath.)
Grace: the exercise of love, kindness, mercy, favor; disposition to benefit or serve another; favor bestowed or privelege conferred.
Once again I am grateful. To you who thought of me, wished me well, prayed for me. Some of you thought of me today in the midst of your holidays; some of you prayed for me in spite of your own pain. And I received grace. I woke with less pain, family arrived and shared talk and laughter and games, and my pain eased as the day progressed. Then a short walk in the misty twilight before the neighborhood fireworks began. For me, today was a small miracle.
My tummy hurts. In fact, my abdomen feels like it's being held in a vice. I'm weak from being sick and weak from not eating right, and I'm anxious about whether this attack will be the one that ends in yet another bowel obstruction and yet another surgery. And it's a holiday, and people all over America are making plans to picnic and watch fireworks and enjoy their families, while I sit quietly, praying for respite. Yet I know that there are others, like me, experiencing illness and sorrow and pain. Others who wish they could enjoy this Independence Day free from the shackles of sickness or grief or hardship. And so I pray for them, too. I pray that we all can be held in the love and presence of God, that we all can know His touch of comfort or healing or grace to help in our time of need.
And I laugh. I look at my silly little dog in her 4th of July collar and laugh.