The Husband and I finally saw Big Hero 6! This one is now on the to-be-added list in the movie collection. This decision came half way into the movie. Even though the movie is about losing someone close to you, Hero lost his big brother, this movie had us smiling and cheering for Hero and his “nerd” friends and reluctant superheroes.
The “low battery” scene in its entirety made me giggle. This was one of the promo scenes for the movie. Seeing everything related to the scene was like drinking a chocolate milkshake on a really hot summer day. It was satisfying, funny, and plausible.
Technology is a part of our society and, honestly, I wouldn’t mind having my own Waymax. He would be so helpful. He would be helpful every day. But I digress.
Waymax helps Hero learn to deal with the death of his big brother, and, while he is learning to do this Hero learns he really can feel good things again – like love for a robot friend, and all his other friends. The laughs and smiles out weigh the sorrow and sadness. If there is a child having to understand losing someone important in their lives, I believe this movie would be good to start the communication process.
See it. Enjoy it. Laugh.
Five out of five stars.
It has stormed quite a bit here in Lexington these past few days. Last night there was a tremendous storm around two o’clock this morning. The thunder rumbled overhead and lightning danced in the sky.
When I was little I simply didn’t like storms. The thunder and lightning made me jump. Sudden movements caused such pain. I dreaded feeling a storm coming. Of course I didn’t tell hardly anyone because only babies were afraid of thunder storms. No matter how hard I explained it to myself – in the end it was fear.
Then, one nice warm summer day I didn’t hurt so much and Mommy asked me to ask Daddy if he would like a cup of coffee. I found Daddy outside on the front porch reading one of his beloved Zane Gray novels. His jaw was full of chaw and his brass spittoon was close at hand. He was the very picture of contentment.
As I was about to ask him if he would like some coffee, thus fulfilling the mission Mommy sent me on, there was a huge clap of thunder and I squeaked in surprise more than anything else. Daddy looked up at me and smiled. “Was that thunder?” he asked. I said it was and came on out onto the porch.
“It is raining in the book and there is a big storm,” he continued as I neared. “The rain just went perfect with the book. Zane Gray can make you forget where you are when he talks about the country the story takes place in.” I sat down beside him and we talked about books and reading. Thunder rolled overhead and lightning flashed in the distance. The storm wasn’t close enough to force us to go inside.
I stayed out there talking to him as the rain fell so long Mommy finally came looking for us, but even she joined us for a few minutes to enjoy the peace of the summer storm. The coffee got cold in the cups. The dog lounged on the porch with us.
Daddy told stories about when he was growing up. I never tired of those stories.
Since then I haven’t been afraid of storms, or really dreaded them except for the extra pain aspect. Reading while it’s raining or snowing is such a peaceful thing and has been for years and I owe it all to my Daddy.
Posted in 2015, front porch sitting, Mommy & Daddy
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The first actual blog post for The Solar Powered Turtle is up. The first post other than the introductory post is up that is. Having two blogs going simultaneous feels odd to me in a way. The knitting blog is sporadic, of course, so I really don’t count it as a continuous writing project, but TSPT feels very much like an ongoing writing project.
More thought went into the purpose of TSPT, too. Kentucky Mountain Girl News was begun so long ago and almost on a lark I don’t remember exactly why it started, but am far happier with what it developed into than the nebulous reasons for its birth.
I hope you take a gander at TSPT. Now I am off to get a few words down on some fiction.