Finished, “Star Wars.” Oh my goodness, Han Solo is dead. Killed by his own son, who looked, in a weird way, like both Leia and Solo, but heavens. And Leia knew exactly when it happened far away as she was. But I have to say, the only other death scene I’ve ever seen in anything that I could honestly quote Augustus in, “Lonesome Dove,” was in “Lonesome Dove,” about Jake: “he died fine, didn’t he?” And so did Solo, he died with love for his evil twisted son. He died fine.
I liked this movie. Of the three leads, Fisher has aged the worst, but never mind, that’s not important. When I saw Luke Skywalker at the end, all I could see was that skinny, blond-haired blue eyed kid fighting Darth Vader to protect his sister. How the years have flown. Couldn’t help remembering, as I watch Daisy Ridley as Ray, that I once could move like that–climb, run,hike, with no effort. As Mimi once said when I leapt over something, “it’s could to be young and move that way…” Well, I’m not decrepit in the least, just slowed. Achilles tendonitis doesn’t help and a back lower back, however, I did find some Strutz this weekend and they have basically saved my heel and ankle. I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I have finally wised up and realized my body isn’t able to keep up with my mind as evidenced in some of the fractures in recent years, so I give in to it and enjoy my memories–and activities also. Heavens, what a yawnful yarn this was (yuk-yuk).
Well, got my leaden posterior out of the recliner to cook something. Lean sirloins in red wine, mushrooms and garlic, humongous veggie kabobs in a special balsamic vinaigrette wash that I roast them in; and two skilled halves of chicken with sage–the house is beautiful redolent of the first two dishes that are now cooked; haven’t smelled the sage yet–by the time I am ready to swim on the weekends, a thunderstorm looms up, as it is doing now. And I don’t like to swim on Sunday afternoons–too crowded and people are using the community grill. I don’t use because, I mean, ew.
But he died fine. And of course, you know a sequel must be on the way.