April 13th, 2007

Mama Deb

This is, of course, kadymae's fault.

I just want to make that clear.

I haven't talked about it much, but somewhere around midseason or so I started watching Friday Night Lights, mostly because, you know. People were talking about it and people were writing fic, and then I caught an episode or so and it was amazing and I kept on watching.

Thank goodness for streaming video.

But I haven't tried to catch up - just watch the episodes that air that week and that's about it. And so, I watched the season finale. And it was amazing and all.

And so. I had some time and decided to watch the pilot, to start catching up.

I think I started crying when Lyla told her father she loved him. Or maybe when I saw a certain quarterback believing he'll ride the bench forever. Or Tyra thinking of herself as goods to pass around, or Jason being whole and healthy. I don't know. I don't know what it would be like to watch this and *not* know where these kids and grownups are going, but knowing it made hurt, but also - there's hope and that's good.

I'd hate be be a non-Christian in that town, though. :)
Mama Deb


Shabbat is in 25 minutes as I write.

And everything is *done* except shutting down the computer and lighting the candles. The turkey broth, the store-bought noodle kugel, tonight's chicken (marinated in vinegar, oil and rosemary) - they're in a 200F oven. The broccoli, tomorrow's chicken - they're in the fridge, and I've shut off that light. Tomorrow's coffee is in the thermos, and the hot pot is boiling more water.

Every light is set - on, off, changed for Shabbat or on a timer. The candles are waiting to be lit. The VCR is set to record SG-1 tonight.

I even took five minutes to say the afternoon service, something I almost never do.

Take care, everyone. I'm just glad *this* week is almost over.