This Is Us – Day 855

Photo: L. Weikel

This Is Us

OK, I have an admission to make. Karl and I are notoriously ‘late to the party’ on a lot of programs that people watch – sometimes for years at a time – before we finally take the plunge. I can rattle off several titles without even blinking an eye: Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, Sons of Anarchy, the Sopranos, Call the Midwife, Schitts Creek, just to name a few. And now we have yet another series to add to the list: This Is Us.

I know, I know. You’re probably thinking to yourselves, “Late to the party, Lisa? Good grief. The people hosting the party moved out three years ago!”

And that would be fair. Guilty as charged. We’re laggards – sometimes by decades!

Nevertheless…

If any of you share with us this tendency to eschew the wildly popular until it’s run its course, then I am here to tell you: This Is Us is worth your while. Unlike the Sopranos (which first aired in 1999 – 1999!), which was our last lengthy binge before this one, This Is Us only began in 2016.

Sometimes This Is Us bordered on creepy when the parallels to our own lives were hitting so hot and heavy that Karl and I could only look at each other with tears in our eyes. Of course, it’s a show – meaning, it’s fiction – and sometimes it felt like the piling on of experiences of the characters was stretching credulity. But hey, nothing’s perfect.

All in all, if you want to watch a show that has a lot of heart and characters you can empathize with, get annoyed by, grieve with, and feel touched by, this is one of those shows. You can get lost in their stories. And sometimes, especially in the midst of the extreme circumstances we’ve both witnessed and experienced first-hand over the past year, it’s cathartic to discover some story lines that take you somewhere else. Even if that somewhere else is your own past.

The Future

Actually, I’m psyched. In writing this little post this evening and searching for a clip or something to link to, I read that the episode we watched tonight is not, in fact, the end of the series. Woohoo! I thought it was – or at least plausibly could have been – given the pandemic and the vagaries of productions, etc.

My poking around actually revealed that another episode may be airing tomorrow night  – Tuesday, 3/16/2021 – so ‘tonight’ for most of you reading this.

As far as the future and our television consumption goes, we’re going to try to watch as many of the Oscar-nominated films as possible.

All of this chatter about television programs and movies reminds me, though: I have at least four books beside my bed that are in varying states of completion.

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More Time, Less to Say – Day 183

Amadell Carp – Photo: L. Weikel

More Time, Less to Say      

I realize my past few posts have been pretty short, but apparently this one is going to be even shorter, even though I’m technically getting an earlier start than I have in several days. Sometimes it seems like it doesn’t matter how much time I have to write; if the words don’t come, there’s not a whole lot I can do about it.

I’ll admit it: I just finished watching last night’s penultimate episode of Game of Thrones and, well, “Sheesh,” is the best reaction I can muster. (H/t to SW.)

To be honest, it’s hard to think about much of anything after watching that. It’s not even the action that I’m referring to – it’s the fact that I can’t get the stupid theme song out of my head. And yeah, OK, I’ll admit it: I find myself thinking about death.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, since GoT is GoT (and what would I have expected anyway?) there’s a bigger, more personal reason than just GoT that’s causing me to mull that subject over, but that’s another discussion for another day.

So for now I’ll leave you with a photo of these brilliant carp at the Peace Pond at Amadell.

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Perspective – Day 168

Icy Perspective – Photo: L. Weikel

Perspective

We just finished watching the most recent Game of Thrones episode: the battle scene with the Undead in the final season. (Just in case this ever gets read at a time when they have no clue which episode I’m talking about!)

First of all, I need to confess that I’m a latecomer to GoT. Karl and I were so turned off by the first episode that it took us seven years to come around to giving the series another chance. That’s because we tried again maybe three years in and got turned off again within an episode or two by all the violence and gratuitous sex.

I’m far from a prude. But yowza, it took some fortitude to stick with it long enough to get hooked on the characters.

But third time was a charm, and we ended up watching all seven seasons last year. We started in, committing to “sticking with it this time,” months ahead of the release of Season 7, so we could slide right into it.

It was immensely satisfying. And yes, we were hooked.

After watching tonight’s episode, as well as the ‘after-program’ in which the show’s creators describe some of their thought processes in writing and filming it, Karl and I commented on how we might actually enjoy watching the entire series over again.

Not a Fan of Reruns or Reading Books Twice

That’s not something I would expect of myself – I’m not one to watch reruns nowadays (unlike when I was growing up and ‘reruns’ were the only game in town), just as I am loathe to re-read a book. There’s too much fresh content, too many new books being written (and older ones I’ve never read) to reread one I’ve read already.

But there was a lot of detail in all those episodes, and it is easy to see how I may have missed some things that later would become surprisingly relevant. I could actually see how watching it a second time could actually reveal enough nuances to make the entire journey enjoyable again.

And that’s when it occurred to me why I treasure my journals and appreciate the discipline of keeping one as consistently as I’ve (mostly) been able to do throughout my life.

When I go back and read my entries, I not only ‘see’ things from the perspective of that part of myself who wrote it. And that perspective is actually quite easy to recapture, as I was routinely highly descriptive. I’ve always made a point of being raw and honest in my journal writing. Otherwise, what’s the point? I never could see the purpose behind sugar-coating anything, but especially something you are writing for yourself.

And truth be told, as I’ve engaged in research to begin writing the sequel to Owl Medicine by going back and re-reading my journal entries, I’ve been fascinated at times with the things I thought and believed at the time. To read those entries with the knowledge of how things actually played out adds a dimension that can change the dynamic of your entire perception of how life has worked out.

Perspective.

It colors everything. Yet it is so incredibly easy to lose sight of precisely how important it is to understanding our feelings as well as our beliefs about the nature of everything – at least certainly the nature of our reality.

Just How Accurate Are Our Perceptions?

Knowing what we know today, how accurate do our beliefs or judgments as recorded years ago measure up? Would we interpret certain feelings or experiences the same way now, knowing how we once did? And perhaps more importantly, how we acted in reliance upon those interpretations?

I love the task of honing my awareness and ability to read persons, places, and circumstances.

And sometimes I think there is both great value and opportunity provided by watching reruns or allowing reruns to play in our mind by rereading old journals. Opportunity to learn about ourselves and others, which to me is what life is all about.

Who’d a thought I’d come to that realization from finally succumbing to the allure of GoT?

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