High on Highlander

I had watched the Highlander movies from the very first one when the character of Connor McCloud was introduced.  Then the series started and the movies ended with Duncan McCould of the Clan McCloud.  Alan’s been on a Highlander binge because we’ve been viewing the series DVDs and we’re now on the final series before they bade the boob tube a permanent goodbye.

I  like Adrian Paul although he’s much too much of a chickboy for me.  He always ends up the beautiful women.  I love the show because McCloud tends to spend part of his year in Paris, so they shot a lot of scenes in the City of Lights.  In fact McCloud’s barge on the River Siene is anchored at a location where the Notre Dame serves as a background.

Highlander, as we all know is all about immortality and how “there can only be one,” and as Joe Dawson narrates at the beginning of the latter seasons, “we hope it is Duncan McCloud.”

The show lasted 6 seasons which is a good run for any television show in the US.  Angel, our favorite vampire (who is the reason our little one is Angelo) lasted for only 5. 

The reason I’m writing about Highlander after watching 5 prior seasons with Alan is that I was struck by the thought of immortality.  How would it feel like to live hundred of years, yet in constant fear for fellow immortals who are keeping a scorecard of “heads taken.”  (An immortal can only be truly killed if you take his head, after which the immortal who kills gets a “quickening” and absorbs the energy of the one who was beheaded and everyone else whom he had beheaded.)

Most of us today live for the moment and there are the more ambitious who think of the legacy they will leave the world behind.  I have no illusions of grandeur or ambitions of etching my name in history.  I think my biggest tribute would be to raise a good human being and see that goodness live in generation after generation.

We have heard it repeated ever so often that nothing in this life is permanent.. that forever is too long and does not exist.  Perhaps.. but we can try to pass along the good — and maybe that will make the bigger difference in the long run.

When I was younger, I always had this thought at the back of my head that I would die young, that I wouldn’t live to be 20.  It was probably the drama queen in me..  At almost 40, I dream of living to at least 70, and perhaps see my Angel start his own family someday.  He’s toying with the cordless phone and pretending to be talking animatedly to someone on the other end of the line.  He is so full of wonder..

It is in Angel that I get my sense of immortality.  Because when I am gone, part of me will live in him.  I may be no Duncan McCloud, but I have my immortality in my little boy.

Cold Saturday Morning

Freezing temperature is 32 degrees F and we’re currently at 31 degrees, with our low today being projected to dip down to 14 degrees.  Not good.. if it rains, it will  be snow.  No such forecast today, but the cold is said to be part of the arctic blast.  I guess this means we’re going to be going out in layers again. =(

We really have no plans except to enjoy the long weekend with Angel.  I have more scrapbooking to do (yes, it’s scrapbooking again..LOL), some letters to write, and I hope to work on my attic (finally).  I’m not too sure about the attic, though, because freezing temperatures mean it will feel like a fridge upstairs.

I indulged myself an asparagus omelet this morning.  Alan had a ham, asparagus and cheese omelet with rice.  I try to lighten my breakfast fare to help with my weight loss plan, but I thought it was a weekend anyway so maybe just this once.

Okay, time to clean the tub.. just another one my weekend chores..