I can't bear to write about the election but I'm still writing postcards. Leaving everything on the field (that's a softball phrase). If I still have stamps ...
During these COVID times, Dennis and I are watching a little something before late in the evening. We rewatched Detectorists, the Call the Midwives shows we missed. Sherlock. Some newer things we've trialed but, nah. Then I got this idea to watch Greys Anatomy. It's got 16 seasons, more than 300 episodes. Still on.
What a great soap opera. The writing's good, the characters are strong. We don't watch it every night. We're midway through Season 5, just cresting 2009. We've found some errors but I'm sure nobody cares about episodes more than 10 years old. For example, there are no northern lights in Seattle. If a character grew up in a trailer park in Chehalis, she would never way in an apologetic tone that she went to a 'state school.' The 'state school' here is University of Washington and nobody thinks it's a slouch. The 'state school' thing is east coast.
So here's a character, Denny Duquette. He's a ghost actually but he's pretty real. He was a patient who died episodes ago but now he's back to bother his doctor fiance. "Why are you here?" she asks. "I'm here for you" he replies. She thinks (and me too) that he's there to help and support her. But that isn't what he means at all. I didn't get it until the character did. He's in the afterworld and he's there to take her there. She's very sick but doesn't know it.
"I'm here for you, Izzy Stevens"
Creepy! Just right for Halloween.
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