I wanted to show you that I was more land than water
Another volunteer task accomplished, and the week ahead only has one more, the pleasant one with my smol son's class, and then next week it is autumn break and our family is going on vacation to stay in a city where the leaves change colour and it will be cool enough to wear sweaters, which is both delightful to anticipate and means some day this week I must go shopping as my daughter has outgrown all of her cool-weather clothes. While there we will go to the zoo and the Chinese garden, celebrate my daughter's birthday with sushi, perhaps go to some other gardens, walk around looking at things, shop at excessively large bookstores even though my home is already full of books, eat very much good food... I am looking forward to it immensely, but in a distanced way, it is close enough now that it is unreal and will likely remain so until I am actually there, navigating the airport with children in tow and helping our spouse find the rental car.
I have been mostly reading things of comfort, which means Angela Thirkell (as I continue to ignore her awful Tory moments) and some 50s and 60s romances by Peggy Gaddis, and I am slowly rereading Thrush Green by Miss Read, which is lovely but closer to life in its very grounded sense of the movement of time. There are many other books underway, of course, there always are, but right now I am picking up the easier ones most frequently -- both the time, and also the last few days I have been binge watching The Good Place, so by the time I am reading it is late (far too late) and I only have time for a few pages of something that will quiet my brain. I did not expect to want to binge The Good Place because I found the premise as I understood it stressful, and the sort of discomfort/anxiety humour unpleasant, but once I got to the end of the 3rd episode (which took months) I suddenly was hooked and now I am midway through the second season and very much engaged with the worldbuilding and the twisty revelations and gladly surprised by the overall sense of hope and possibility in a show whose premise would seem to rule those things out at the foundations. It is such a pleasure to find something I am enjoying so much I do not want to stop with it, and I am poking my toes into the extant fanfic, carefully starting with the oldest works so I cannot get spoiled -- plus it is always so fun to see how the writers react when they are writing week to week and things are changing.
I am not certain if I am more land or water; as with everything I suspect it shifts with time and seasons.
I have been mostly reading things of comfort, which means Angela Thirkell (as I continue to ignore her awful Tory moments) and some 50s and 60s romances by Peggy Gaddis, and I am slowly rereading Thrush Green by Miss Read, which is lovely but closer to life in its very grounded sense of the movement of time. There are many other books underway, of course, there always are, but right now I am picking up the easier ones most frequently -- both the time, and also the last few days I have been binge watching The Good Place, so by the time I am reading it is late (far too late) and I only have time for a few pages of something that will quiet my brain. I did not expect to want to binge The Good Place because I found the premise as I understood it stressful, and the sort of discomfort/anxiety humour unpleasant, but once I got to the end of the 3rd episode (which took months) I suddenly was hooked and now I am midway through the second season and very much engaged with the worldbuilding and the twisty revelations and gladly surprised by the overall sense of hope and possibility in a show whose premise would seem to rule those things out at the foundations. It is such a pleasure to find something I am enjoying so much I do not want to stop with it, and I am poking my toes into the extant fanfic, carefully starting with the oldest works so I cannot get spoiled -- plus it is always so fun to see how the writers react when they are writing week to week and things are changing.
I am not certain if I am more land or water; as with everything I suspect it shifts with time and seasons.
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It was when Jason reveals himself that I was hooked, I am not certain why but he was immediately endearing, and then I realised in the next episode that he is *literally Florida Man* and the humour of that worked for me in ways that cringing over Eleanor did not. And then just the audacity of it at every turn!
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Jason's reveal was so baffling when we had to wait a whole week for more! But I love the character he unfolded into -- he's just beautifully without guile. And yes, the show is so audacious, in the best possible way! Which maybe it had to be, to present a show so willing to hope? In any case, I endlessly admire the skill of it!
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I can imagine how strange Jason's reveal was when you had to wait a week! I like his character also, he is an excellent fool in the right sense and I appreciate that there has been just enough glimpses (so far) of the sort of childhood he must have had that his earthly life is explicable as well as over-the-top ridiculous. It is a delicate balance and I really like that the show asks the viewers to just -- engage and accept, and doesn't over-explain anything.
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And I love your observation about that balance the show strikes.
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