Mundaninity

The Great healer - With her Mom Yesterday

Life returned to its mundane, yet strangely welcome rhythms yesterday. I say strangely because I was dealing with the separation sadness after the weekend of delight administering to the demands of the First Blog Reader. There’s an almost comfort on re-acquiring the daily routines that have been so brutally sequestered over the past year by events as well as the comings and goings to Panama.

And Train Riding with Wingman

The weekend visit and diversion offered by knocking the rust off parenting skills did a lot towards dealing with the constant reminders of the missing family member, Buddy. So many of those routines I refer to involved him. I dropped an egg on the floor this morning and suffered the indignity of having to clean it up myself instead of wrestling Buddy to insure he didn’t swallow pieces of egg shell in his pell-mell rush to assist in the cleanup. While the reminders of his absence are constant the weekend with the granddaughter offered more than a little perspective, not to mention unbridled joy.

Life has a way of providing the needed motivation to deal with the vagaries of fate. You just have to be willing to look for and accept the affirmation life will eventually offer. That little bundle of energy did more to heal a battered psyche than all of the very kind words friends and family have provided over the past couple weeks.

One of the routines that returned was a date night movie. We went to see The Hitman’s Bodyguard. This was a strangely compelling film that survives on the force of personality of the two stars. Reynolds and Jackson achieve an unexpected but undeniable chemistry which saves an inch deep plot. While Reynolds is justly famous for his sly one liners I got the impression he was struggling to keep up with Jackson in that department. This film was a bizarre cross breeding of John Wick with Lethal Weapon and while the pacing was uneven there were some great shoot outs. It was also fun to watch Salma Hayek (isn’t it always though) match Jackson m.f. for m.f. – a task not for the frail of heart. Gary Oldman was along channeling his inner Slavic beast again (think Air Force One) as the bad guy. This was a fun summer popcorn hybrid action/comedy that rests once again, on the shoulders of the two leading men. Given that Samuel L. Jackson and Ryan Reynolds fill those roles, that is a very good thing. I really liked it.