The movie's previews had looked hilarious. The movie reviews had allowed that while the story was a bit unbelievable, the actors Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson were a pleasure to behold being their usual selves.
Works for me. So off we went for a 5 o'clock showing.
If you haven't seen the movie, let me just say you would be wise to be sure you have a hankie handy, and be aware that the laughs are very much there, along with some great lines, but the overall effect of the movie is much more profound than perhaps one would expect.
For those who have missed it: The plot involves two older men who wind up as room mates in a cancer ward. Nicholson plays a multi millionaire single business man atheist, Freeman plays an auto mechanic Christian family man.
They connect during their treatments, and using Nicholson's wealth, set out to do all the things that they have wanted to do before they die, which looks like will happen in about six months.
The list is what gives the movie its title: The Bucket List.
Things you want to do before you kick the bucket.
The movie has loads of great discussion potential. B. and I had a lot to talk about after seeing it, and boy do I wish there could have been a group of us seeing it together.
If you have seen the movie maybe you would like to chat with me a little about it.
How did you feel about Freeman's wife's reaction to his heading out? Was she fair? Was she right? Was he right?
What was Nicholson's real motivation in inviting Freeman to the adventure?
Did you see any symbolism in the Nepal cloud scene?
Then there is a personal response to the movie. Freeman states that 94% of all people don't want to know when they will die. If you could know, would you want to know? Would that information change the way you live your life?
What do you have on your own personal "Bucket List"? Places you want to see, experiences you want to experience, achievements you want to achieve?
During one episode of the television series "Scrubs" a woman in her 60's declines treatment. The doctor tries to talk her into having a treatment by suggesting things that she hadn't done yet in her life. It turned out that she had lived a remarkably full life, and wanted to go out smoothly, without extra-ordinary measures. She counseled the troubled doctor to go outside and enjoy the sunshine and spread out on some grass in the park. She herself was prepared to die.
Apparently she was satisfied with her life and had no additional goals for it. I'd say that is pretty unusual, but it could happen.
It made me think that I want to fight to live my life fully now while I am healthy rather than fight to live my life fully later when it may already be to late.
After the movie was over we walked around the mall a bit. There was a new shop opened, a place called Amuse. I was indeed amused by all the glittery baubles available for little more than pocket change.
B. leg was starting to hurt about then, so he waited outside while I bought myself some jewelry.
It would have been more fun to pretend that he took me there to buy me jewels to match my beauty (clearly a few too many romance novels have been read in my past....) but I believe I am responsible for my own happiness, so I didn't wait for him to play Prince Charming, but handed over the check card myself.
Ah yes...a chocolate diamond ring, and a pink ring to go with my new rose pink pashmina.
At $5.95 per ring (complete with the split back to make them one size fits all just like rings used to be when we were kids) these babies truly did amuse me.
As I type this, I'm wearing brown pants, a heathered brown turtleneck and that brown ring at work.
Love the bling with an otherwise plain-ish outfit.
The pin matching bobby pin hair accessory was a hoot too.
The store said the rings were sterling silver.
Yeah right....who cares!
After that we grabbed so oriental chicken and noodles at the food court and headed home.
Laura pulled up right behind us in our driveway; she was finishing her second of three days of work.
I showed her my treasures.
She rolled her eyes.
"Looks just like a Texas woman thing. Big and gaudy."
I mentioned that we looked for one for her.
She told me thanks, but no thanks.
The pink pearl daisy pins in the picture above are from two different grandmothers: Bernie paternal grandmother Bessie and my paternal grandmother Fay. How random is that, that they who lived half a continent apart would own similar pins?
Austrian rhinestones and replaced it myself. How fun, and how silly: An aqua colored rooster!
Every time I look at it I am amused.
And I wonder how practical Bessie ever came to possess it.
It amuses me as well that none of the four grandmothers ever did anything remotely "grandmother-ish" for me.
No cookie baking, no lap sitting, no rocking or walking or any of that stuff.
They were way too busy living the own active lives.
Today I read Dawn's Friday post concerning a pin that she owns that belongs to an aunt.
It reminded me of how often it happens that when I wear one of my grandmother's pins, I get asked about the pin.
I usually wind up telling the person a little bit about the grandmother who owned the pin.
It occurred to me that the pins have probably generated more inquiry into the lives of my grandmothers than their memorial markers ever have.
Those somber polished bits that give a name, a birth date and a death date and a title do nothing to communicate personality the way that the pins do.
Isn't that funny. A bit of bling winds up being the symbols of four lives.
I wonder if any of them would ever have imagined such a thing.
I made a note to myself.
Buy more bling.
Live more bling.
Live more bling.
Live a life that has sparkle.
Someday someone may ask someone about my ring from Amuse.
I hope when I and my ring are discussed, people will be inspired.
But I also hope that they will be amused.
And I hope that my "bucket list" accomplishments will be worthy of my time here on earth, and be as bold and sparkling as ever can be.