One of my odd quirks is that, during times of stress and anxiety, I often find comfort in returning to the interests and hobbies of my youth. So, when my birthday rolled around last week, and news of my mother's health crisis arrived at the same time that Sharkbait sent me a gift certificate to Target, I went nuts.
Nuts a'la Star Wars.
Nuts a'la Star Wars.
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The movie comes out on the 15th. Whirling Dervish, his family, and I (and possibly One Ring if I tie her up and force her to go) may see it on the 16th. I told him how sad it was that he wouldn't be able to expose his children to the craziness that is a Star Wars movie opening night, but being that this is an animated film, it may not draw the costumed crazies that I saw when Episode III came out. We'll see.
In other news, I talked to my mother yesterday. She said that she had heard great things about the neurosurgeon that she'll be meeting with tomorrow. I'll post the news about that meeting as soon as I get it. Again, I appreciate everyone's thoughts, prayers, and meditations while my family struggles with this new and frightening situation.
Peace.
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