Today was a beautiful day. The temperature here in Bemidji, MN has finally taken a warm turn for 40 degrees!
I was so excited to actually be able to go outside without a winter jacket that, instead of using the campus’s public transportation, I decided to walk to the store to get some provisions. The only thing I wasn’t counting on was the wind. It was blowing to beat the band by the time I got halfway to Walgreens. It felt like I was pushing against an invisible wall. However, the walk back from the store was the complete opposite experience. The wind at my back felt more like a giant hand that was shoving me down the street. I almost fell over, it was so windy.
Seeing that the wind was bringing a bunch of ugly gray clouds with it, I assumed that we were going to get another front of cold weather. The gusts were starting to grow to miniature hurricane proportions, so I decided to step it up and quickly scurried inside my dorm where I decided to stay the rest of the day until it all blew over.
So, inside I stay, tapping away on my keyboard, trying to think of something to blog about. At the same time, I’m watching a movie I haven’t seen in years. It used to be one of my old favorites, and now it is quickly making its way into my top 10 list again. Maybe you’ve heard of it:
As I watch more and more of it, I start to relive some of the feelings I had about the movie when I first watched it all those years ago. I must admit it still creeps me out. I just watched a scene where these people’s shrimp appetizers turn into hands that reach up off of their plates and grab their faces. My horror at seeing it for the first time when I was ten (or thereabouts) suddenly came back to me, and I broke into gooseflesh all the way up to my neck. There’s just something about food reaching out and grabbing someone’s face that makes my skin crawl.
Although there are plenty of disturbing scenes in this particular movie, I can’t help but revel in the nostalgia of seeing something I remember from a very pleasant period in my life: childhood. I start to remember the night I first watched this movie. It was in the middle of summer, back when us kids used to spend almost every day at the beach or the public pool. Afterward, we’d stop at the video store to rent a movie, then come home and collapse in front of the television, satisfied with our exhaustion from playing all day. Summer was also the time when us kids could watch as many movies as we wanted and not have to worry about getting any homework done or going to bed on time. I settled down on the couch in the basement to watch Beetlejuice with my big bro, the both of us still wearing our damp swimming suits and wrapped up in beach towels while we waited for Mom to make dinner upstairs. We laughed and shivered throughout the whole movie.
It’s funny how one little thing can bring back so many memories. Maybe it’s just because I can’t wait for summer to come again. I’m tired of the cold, but I am not yet tired of movies.