Today it’s taking me ages to get anything done, mainly because of inherent laziness, but also a tinge of sadness. Despite being geeted by yet another delightful sunrise, I also learned of the death of Robert Redford, one of my favorite actors whose roles included the younger of the titualar characters in the 1969 movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
I woke really early and prepared to get out, but stuck around watching YouTube too long. The upside was getting the sunrise in the form of a big red disc that I like to refer to as an Apocalypse Now! sunrise because of its resemblance to the image sun used on that movie’s promotional materials.
I guess the headline of today’s post is a bit irreverent considering I’m referring to someone’s death. But Redford was someone I felt whose characters often encouraged the idea of what is right and just from an ordinary person’s viewpoint, so his loss was a bit jarring, even though at age 89 it comes as no surprise.
Death feels a lot closer, though, as I associate Redford with youthful characters from my youth, and I returned from my ride to find the summer heat has wreaked havoc in our garden, killing many cherished plants. But then there’s Dino, who’s been at death’s door for months now, yet fights on fiercely, day after day (I reckon it’s just to get all the bloody neck scratches she demands.)
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