It's been a disorienting week, weather-wise. It was warmish, then it got cold, then we got a slushstorm that quickly froze, and on Friday I found myself walking in shirtsleeves while a sultry rain fell on large, filthy ice drifts. If God makes the weather, He's become a little unglued.
The boys and I were trapped indoors on Friday, so we watched "Return of the Jedi" on cable. Which was exhausting, because of all the questions. Why did Yoda vanish when he died? Why is there a big wormthing buried with its mouth open in the desert? Why does that general look like a squid? Why are the Evil Emperor's eyes so baggy? Did he not get enough sleep? Et cetera.
Then came the biggie: "If Darth Vader is Luke's father, why did he try to kill him?"
Initially, I was dumbstruck, and I ermed and ahhed for a while, hoping to disabuse my son of the idea that a father can turn evil and try to slice is boy to kibble with an electronic sword. (I thought of saying "Because Luke always spit bathwater at his brother in the tub," but I thought better of it.) I eventually said something like "it's only pretend, because it's only a movie and in real life all daddies love their children and wouldn't ever cut them open at all." And he bought it, reassuring me that if I ever turned evil, he would save me. "But I wouldn't kill you, I don't think."
Tomorrow I'm off to Disney World with Robert and my parents for five days. (We are also going to the huge Lego store, and I am bringing a spare duffel bag to bring all the purchases home.) I have no idea if I'll have wireless access, or the strength to use it, so this might be my last post for a bit.
Attorneys, start your engines.