The Few(er), the Proud

Few children get to celebrate their parents 50th wedding anniversary, because not many parents get to their 50th wedding anniversary. Even fewer children can say that they were present for all 50 years. I am one of the fewer.

Dad married Mother after a whirlwind three month courtship, when I was three-and-three-fourths. (Hey, when you’re three, the three-fourths counts!) It was quite a leap of faith for a 21-year-old to take on, a wife and a (I believe precocious would be the polite word) child, but he thought he was up to the task. He adopted me a few years later (my birth father had flown the coop a few months before Dad met my mom, never to be seen again, within four decimal places of “never”), and as it turns out, he was up to the task.

Reruns

Tivo has a wonderful thing called a Season Pass. You can record every instance of a show without having to worry about what time it is, what night it’s on, etc. When you set up a season pass for a show, you can decide whether you want only first run shows, first runs and reruns, or all shows. I always choose the first option — who wants to watch reruns?

And yet, I will re-read a good book over and over. I’ve read Les Misérables a half-dozen times, Into Thin Air at least as many, and LOTR too many to count.

It’s still just once a year, isn’t it?

It’s February 2nd, Groundhog Day, the day when we have a rodent predicting our weather instead of the usual … well, fill in your own joke here. For the last 20 years, it’s also the day when we watch the movie of the same name. I’ve loved Bill Murray since his original stint on Saturday Night Live (the upgrade from Chevy Chase to Murray was like getting rid of your Kia and buying a Porsche), and Groundhog Day finds Murray at the top of his Murrayness.

What if there was no tomorrow?; there wasn’t one today!

It is a deceptive movie.