Today is my last day before radiation begins; it seems almost surreal. Nine weeks ago, I was having surgery; five weeks ago, I said farewell to Duane the drain; and two weeks ago, I got a respiratory infection. It’s been a busy way to prepare for radiation, and I wish I were feeling more rested.
Still, I decided to see “Paddington 2” as a mean of escaping all this angst. And it certainly did the trick. For two hours, I was immersed in Paddington’s problems over my own. Wondered if he’d ever get out of prison; if his family would be there for him; and if the villain – Hugh Grant at his dramatic best – would be caught. It’s three “Yeses,” in case you want to know.
There’s something about animated film that appeals to me. And to a couple friends. We’ve sat through the original “Paddington,” “The Minions,” “SpongeBob SquarePants,” “Zootopia,” and countless other “cartoons,” only to leave the theater completely relaxed.
The trailers to the feature promised more this summer. I hope to have my respiratory problems, radiation, and anything else life throws my way well in hand by then. Maybe there’ll be news of a “Paddington 3” too.
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