I had this plan at the start of the year (or maybe the end of last year), that every week I was going to be on a search for joy, and blog about it. A theme that seems to be everywhere at the minute with all the #100daysofgrateful or whatever those hashtags are.
I confess to not being able to see out a photo challenge like that. In fact I can barely see out my own little blogging challenge, seeing as it’s been a lot of weeks since I last did one of these posts.
But this is the week people! I’m ignoring the housework, the ironing and squab-jiggety-jillion other things I need to do, because I have some joy, and I wanna blog about it.
So last week, Boatman and I are sitting on the couch watching some random thing on TV (I think I was actually knitting), and lamenting how the brilliance of How I Met Your Mother has sadly come to an end. We watched the series final the other week, and since then I confess to being quite mopey about the whole thing. Not the way it ended; oh no not that. In fact I have composed several hundred blog posts in my head about the ending and all of them based on the basic premise that it ended exactly as it should have. It couldn’t have done the nine years justice if it had ended any other way. And whilst the last season did annoy me a little (mostly because they went for the cheap laughs, when they were so much better than that), the one thing that show did brilliantly, was keep the goal in mind, and make sure the narrative flowed perfectly. All scenarios were answered (except for the pineapple incident), all loose ends tied up, and there was closure on all levels. It was heartbreaking yes, and even a little shocking, but that also kept in with the theme of the show; life doesn’t happen how you plan it, and you just roll with it.
But anyway, I’m getting side tracked. I probably should have written at least one of those mental posts….
So I’m mopey, because the show has finished, and I miss everyone, (I bet they miss me too),and I’m taken back to the final of Friends, and how teary that made me, when lo and behold an advertisement comes on the TV.
The return of Grey’s Anatomy.
Now I’ll admit, I had given up completely on this season. I think the last episode I saw was in January? I remember it was just before Boatman went to Bing Bong because I was absolutely devo that it wasn’t on whilst he was away. Then we moved and I wondered if it was a country channel thing, and that it just wasn’t on, and I couldn’t even find GA listed on Yahoo plus 7. I was all set to write a scathing letter to Channel 7 to tell them to lift their game, but I had already kind of done that.
So instead I convinced myself I would have to wait till it was out on DVD (I honestly cannot bring myself to watch TV programs online if I have to pay for them, and I am possibly the last person in the world who despises illegal copies of anything), and that I didn’t want to see it anyway. Because I couldn’t really remember the last thing that had happened, and well, sometimes we lie to ourselves to get through the tough times. 😉
That ad break though, restored all of my hope.
And on Monday night (which had been sad the week before on account of HIMYM being no longer), I waited with great anticipation for 10 o clock to roll around, so I could see all my doctor friends again.
Oh it was amazing!
Yes I had forgotten a lot, and there were somethings that had me scratching my head, but gee I love that show! I really, really love it. In fact I love it so much, I realised that I have already written this post, and linked it up to Thankful Thursday.
Just two years ago.
That is the amount of excitement the return of the doctors of Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital bring me.
Since then I’ve been all smiley knowing it’s back, and I get to see new episodes, and still watch all my DVD reruns at other times. I’m a complete Grey’s Anatomy tragic, and I am so stupidly happy to admit it.
Of course next weeks happiness will be directly dependent on what April does at her wedding, but for right now, my show is back on, and all is right with the world.
And yes I realise how lame that sounds, but I’m ok with it. We are all allowed one vice after all 😉
Are you a TV tragic?
Are you slightly concerned that my jubilation at the return of a show might have me needing some kind of professional help?
What’s making you smile this week?
Linking with the lovely Rhianna.