Here we are on the brink of a new year, a new opportunity, a new chance to start again. However, isn’t it just another day? Doesn’t each day hold the promise of a new beginning from the moment you open your eyes? Certainly, it does. On this last day of the year, we all think about new beginnings, things that didn’t go so well in the last year that we want to try over differently, or that we may want to avoid altogether. Or we think about new things we might want to try, perhaps things we put on our bucket list.
I was invited out this evening and had really intended to go, but all day long I’ve found a growing anxiety about drunk people out on the road, things I still need to do at home, and just a general desire to stay in where it’s warm and cozy. Maybe I’m getting old, or maybe I’m just learning to be more vocal about the things I enjoy and don’t enjoy. I’m not going out. I’m staying home and probably enjoying the last night basking in the glow of my Yule tree (I intend to take it down tomorrow).
At any rate, I wish you all the happiest of New Years’ celebrations, and hope you will find 2014 full of joy and good health.
Just in from seeing The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug.
Not my photo. This is a movie poster available on line through one of the fan sites, but no doubt originally from Wingnut films.
I imagine JRR Tolkien is rolling in his grave, and this Tolkien fan is rolling her eyes. While I prefer the story in its original state, I will admit that the film was very entertaining, although some of the action scenes were so jam-packed that you couldn’t possibly taken them in entirely. No doubt fodder for getting you to buy the DVD so you can slow them down and take in each nuance. I must say, the new Legolas (yes, it’s still Orlando Bloom) was not looking nearly as good-looking as the LOTR Legolas. I had forgotten what a hottie Richard Armitage (Thorin) is, and I had totally overlooked what an absolute doll Aidan Turner (Kili) is. If you have to watch a good book being murdered, it’s soothing to have some nice eye candy on the journey. Oh . . . the dragon was bitchin’.
While I weep for the original tale, I must say well done on the film, Peter Jackson (yes, I spotted you hanging out in front of the Prancing Pony at the opening of the film).