Hey readers. I know I said I planned to blog more often, but life has been super busy of late I know. Life is ALWAYS busy. I’m reminded of a line from the Lord of the Rings, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time given us.”
There’s a lot of truth in that statement. Time passes quickly. Before long a year, ten, twenty, even fifty have passed. On Sunday, hubs and I had a date night (or actually at date afternoon).
Any of you who have followed me for a while know I have a fascination for the moon. Full moons, super moons, blood moons—doesn’t matter. I’ve spent countless hours outdoors with my camera trying to capture that perfect moon shot. (It has yet to happen.)
A few years ago, I researched Native American names for each of the full moons. I even wrote a short story titled The Blue Moon Murders, which is featured in the anthology Unshod. (Trust me, I’m going somewhere with this.)
Back to the date. This weekend, I got a different view of the moon.
Guess I’m not ashamed to admit my age, but I was around in 1969 when Apollo 11 landed on the moon almost fifty years ago. I watched the launch on TV. Three days later, while visiting relatives in Alabama, I was able to see Neil Armstrong’s first historic steps on my grandparent’s black and white television. So when I learned Apollo 11 was showing this past weekend, my husband and I decided to go.
I’ve seen a lot of movies, but this was my first time to see a documentary at the theater. I wasn’t disappointed. The video and still shots were amazing, especially considering 1969 technology. (Of note, the images were digitized.) The film held my attention from start to finish—from pre-launch to splash down and into the quarantine chamber.
The only narration is from the voice of the legendary Walter Cronkite (from his television broadcasts of the event) and actual radio transmission between Houston and the astronauts.
Maybe it’s the historical aspect, but the film entertained me as much as any drama, thriller, or comedy.
Oh and as for my age? A couple of years ago a thirty-something-year-old coworker said to me, “You’ve lived in an age where men walked on the moon. I haven’t.” Made me feel pretty good.