So I saw the new Spielberg/Abrams movie last night, and loved it loved it loved it. I mean, it was hardly the best movie I've ever seen, but the 5 or 6 main kids were so freaking cute and such lovable characters, and it harkened back to ET, and I was totally feeling the phone home message at the end and totally teary eyed, cause nothing gets me like a poignant and literally spoken moral. In this one's case: "bad things happen, but you can still live."
Amen adorable little Elliott of 2011.
Right? Other people have seen the way these main character couplings mirror each other I'm sure, but I felt pretty smart making the connection all on my own.
Anyway - recently brought to my attention was the concept of Saturn's Return. CHECK IT OUT. I mean, Drew Barrymore saw her prime approaching at 27 as well? Why am I not surprised. And today my UUWS Roomie's having a totally 25 year old day, so I sent her the link for My New Haircut in the attempt to brighten her June Gloom, since I know it always perked me up when I was in my mid-twenties funks a few years ago, but I mostly can do little but offer
assurance that oddly enough things do sort of have a way of working themselves out.
And I thank my well-read oldest friend for the timeliness of her sending this here New Yorker article and look forward to my little coffee date tomorrow and the arrival of my next big love in my life ... I foresee his arrival over the course of the wedding festivities I'll be in Boston for next week.
So much to squeeze in to this last of my June posts. Can't wait for July!
Signing off with a moment of zen brought to you below by one of the 8 Super sellers of frozen goodies on the streets of my Manhattan Valley neighborhood right now. From piragua to pinkberry, we've got refreshment on every corner it would seem.
(This guy is obviously a giant Rita's Italian Ice.)
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