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Season One of True Detective

I just finished Season One of True Detective.

It wasn’t really a cop show.

It wasn’t really about a cold case.

It wasn’t really about what might have happened all those years ago.

That was just the vehicle to tell the story.

The real story was about sin and redemption.

And grief.

And enduring friendship.

I can’t wait to start Season Two.
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Tiger King


Everyone is talking about Tiger King.

So I started to watch it.

I immediately determined that I lack the proper level of Quarantine Desperation necessary for this show.


I have started a concurrent binge of Prodigal Son and True Detective.


These are both really good stories.


I’ll keep Tiger King on the back burner.


If The Husband and I can ever be bothered to have a Quarantine Fight, I’ll watch Tiger King with the volume way up high.


Just to annoy him.
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But We’re on Quarantine…


What else will make you crazy during social isolation?

The Grown Son has been staying with us.

He is working from home.

My home.

He huffed in objection when I asked him to pick up his mountain of crap so I could sweep the floor.

“But we’re on quarantine,” he objected.

“My standards are not on quarantine,” I informed him.

He moved his stuff.

I swept.

He was annoyed.

Whatever.
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Type One Diabetes


Both of the Grown Sons have type one diabetes.

They are at high risk for coronavirus.

Of course I am worried.

One of them has come home to endure his social isolation with us.

He’s been working remotely.

Cabin fever has set in because he hasn’t left his apartment in ages.

It looks like he’s going to stay for awhile.

He brought some food.

This makes me very happy.

Not that we need the supplies.

But it shows me that he shops.

And keeps fresh food in his apartment.

If only he had brought some toilet paper…
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Tornado Season

Spring is tornado season.

I was stocking up on emergency supplies.

Which got me to thinking…

Would our shelter, an interior bathroom, be called a panic room or a safe room?

I had to Google it.

It seemed, in the moment, to be much more urgent than any actual emergency.

It turns out that panic room and safe room mean the same thing.

An invulnernable shelter.

Well.

My mind is blown.
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The Bachelor

I did it.

I watched The Bachelor.

Everyone is talking about it, so I had to see what’s going on.

The guy who is starring this season is from my hometown.

So it’s got that going for it.

I only lasted about three minutes.

I couldn’t take any more.

Eww.

I feel violated.

And dirty.

All I can think of is the quote from Billy Madison, “…everyone in this room now dumber for having listened to you…”

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go bleach my eyeballs.

And my ears.

And my soul.
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