Underwater

Directed By: William Eubank

I feel like I’m still in a bit of a movie slump honestly but we were having some mad howling wind the other night and I thought… It’s now or never for Underwater and honestly I was surprised by how much I wound up drawn in.

Peggy Whitson in the cupola of the International Space Station

I don’t know about you, but it’s been one of my childhood dreams to travel in space. As a big sci-fi fan, I’ve watched a ton of movies, read even more books, wrote a few of them, and spent countless hours wondering what it must be really like to fly in space.

The Washington Post recently posted a wonderful post, 50 astronauts, in their own words. Filled with quotes and anecdotes, it conveys the feeling of actually being in one of the shuttles or the ISS, looking down on Earth.

Also, it’s a great writing resource, especially if you’re into near-future hard science fiction. Add any of these gems into your stories and give your books an extra level of realism.

The bathroom breaks suck. So does getting sweaty.

Sandy Magnus washes her hair aboard the space shuttle Atlantis

Of all the parts I’ve played in the theater of life, being a dad is the most meaningful to me. Which is why I so enjoyed learning about Tom’s Bad Dad Jokes. As the Washington Post reports, Tom and Ann Schruben have started posting “Bad Dad Jokes” on a sign outside their Maryland home. The sign has become a neighborhood destination in recent months.

The jokes Tom scribbles each morning are supposed to be bad — and they are — but people love them anyway, which is why there is a steady stream of people ambling or driving by the family’s Kensington home on any given day.

A rabbit, a priest, and a minister walk into a bar. The bartender looks at them and says, “Is this a typo?”

Tom started posting the jokes soon after the coronavirus stay-at-home orders came about as a way to jump-start his mood…

I sought the perfect poem

for this longest day

It was a Goldilocks affair-

this poem too flowery

this poem- what does this one have to do

with Summer Solstice?

None were right

I cannot wear the words of these authors

comfortably

So I must write my own poem

of what the Summer Solstice means to me

It’s Father’s Day today and we shall be lighting a candle for our Dads as we do every year.
Rather than reblog a previous post, I’d like to share something personal from the Dads.
My FIL was an artist of sorts and liked to work in pastels. We have a lovely picture of a cottage in a snow scene which we intend to frame again and put it up in the lounge.
He knew I liked nature and birds, and did this for us which we had up in the boat.
My Dad tried his hand at this and that but again, knowing how much I loved birds, did this
Both items are originals, no kits, paint it by numbers, or tracings.
To us they are priceless and dearly loved, as were the two men who made them.

So Dads, wherever you are, know we think of you every day…

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cloistered