Continued the "Living in the Past" chapter a little. I know the going is slow, and it’s tough because as interesting experiences happen, the early part of this adventure gets further and further away. I’m hoping for another flurry of production to get somewhat caught up very soon. Maybe even this weekend.
I’m noticing a lot of attention to time travel recently, both in the media and in popular entertainment. My family and I took a relaxing vacation, going to Newport, a couple hours north of here. Fun on the beach, and relaxing evenings took some of the edge off daily life. At night, we watched movies with our daughter. Two of the three we watched ended up being time travel stories. I didn’t pick them out, and as the first story, "Meet the Robinsons" unfolded, I caught a look and a sigh from my wife. I shrugged and shook my head in apology that although I hadn’t picked the movies, my "adventure" was again intruding into our life. She smiled a weary "apology accepted" and we watched the movie. Which turned out to be really good.
The next night, watching "The Last Mimzy," it became apparent close to the end that time travel was involved, and again my wife shook her head, this time without looking at me. In the morning, sitting on our balcony, looking out over the beach and ocean, she asked me, "is it just me, or is the whole world going time travel crazy?"
"Maybe it’s just like when you start looking at a certain make and model of car to buy, you start seeing them everywhere," I ventured.
"Could be," she said.
"If I were really self-centered, I’d say the universe was trying to tell me something."
"Who says you’re not self-centered?" she asked, laughing. The vacation was doing it’s job, and we were both relaxing back to a state of normalcy.
Then, last night, the first episode of "Journeyman." A review and more thoughts on the "time-travel crazy" world to follow.
