We are on day 139 of 15 days to slow the spread.
That’s probably already enough to ruin your weekend but here’s some other news.
Today is Harry Potter’s 40th Birthday.
It gets better, or worse. The Battle of Hogwarts was 22 years ago.
I’m old enough to remember waiting for the latest release and never knowing if your friends from church would be in line with you or protesting.
That’s a true story.
I started re-reading the books last year and got sidetracked. To be fair, I was working my way through the Shannara series by Terry Brooks. That also has taken me about forty years. The final book is due out in hard cover in October. I’ll likely wait for the paperback, unless you’re still shopping for my Christmas present.
I did watch the Harry Potter movies during the first few years of our 47 years of house arrest. And, I’ll eventually get around to reading the books again.
In my current re-read, I’ve just left Helm’s Deep. If you know, you know.
J.K. Rowling has had a recent run-in with the cancel culture crowd. Again, if you know, you know.
Let’s just say I’m inclined to agree with Ms. Rowling, because, biology.
I’m not reading as much as I thought I would be reading. But I have a stack of books lined up to take the beach to not read. We leave three weeks from tomorrow.
Yes, oh yes, I’m counting.
My current media binge is Dr. Who thanks to HBO. I’m about halfway through Season 1 of the reboot. I’m realizing that Christopher Eccleston is good, but not my favorite Doctor.
Every Dr. Who fan has a favorite Doctor. If you know, you know.
I realize that in this one short, but brilliant, post, I’ve managed to talk about four different fantasy/sci-fi series.
Is there anything you’d like me to say about Star Trek or Star Wars?
Let’s be real. We all need a little, or a lot of, distraction from reality these days.
I am trying to strike that delicate balance between staying informed and going on social media to scream YOU $@&*!#^% MORONS!
The struggle is real.
I suspect before our house arrest is over, I’ll find my way working through a few more series.
I’m open to suggestions for new ones. Honestly, I will eventually get to The Mandalorian. But there’s comfort in the known.
We all can use a little comfort. Maybe a little Southern Comfort.
I cannot let this weekend pass without recognizing the personal significance of August 1. I’ve written about it before on many occasions. On August 1, 1978, I was traveling with Future Hope, a summer ministry team from Asbury College (now University). After an already difficult weekend, for reasons that belong in another post, I got a call that my father had passed away unexpectedly.
He was 49. I was twenty. Much too soon for either of us.
As I look back over the years and stupid things I’ve done, especially in my early adult years, I wish that I’d had the opportunity to hear his voice. Hear his opinion.
Maybe I would have made that left turn in Albuquerque.
Happy Birthday, Harry.