Tonight we had a movie night, with pizza from Papa Johns. Our movie was Bedknobs and Broomsticks, the 1972 Disney adaptation of a couple of Mary Norton books. The girls loved it! We had to delay bedtime to allow them to fly around the house on their brooms, waving their magic wands, imitating the apprentice witch in the movie. (She was a good witch, of course.)
This doesn't signify anything, really, but Angela Lansbury, the star of the movie, was, when the movie came out in '72, forty-seven years old--the age I'll be after my birthday in a couple of months. She was great in this film, and went on to have quite a career afterwards, including twelve years of "Murder, She Wrote" in the '80s and '90s. It gives me hope that I still have time left to do things too.