Another day with limited internet, but not a lost day. We got to visit Micha’s niece and family. It was a good day. We chatted, watched TV, and ordered some pretty good chicken and pizza. It was nice to get out and see someone different for a change. Micha’s been very close to her niece since she was a baby, and we’ve both seen her daughters grow up over the past twenty-some years, so it was a special day.
We’ve had a bit of a cold spell lately – I thought those days were behind us, and from what I understand, they will be after this. But that didn’t help me this weekend, where wind chills were in the single digits and came with the winds to make it so. So no ride…so far. I’m going to see if I can get out tomorrow, but it’s not promising.
Micha and I finished watching the Netflix limited series The Woman across the street from the Girl in the Window. It had a decent plot line going for it for about 95% of the series. There were a few things that had me rolling my eyes, but the plot twists were manageable…until the very end.
In some respects, you might say there are two kinds of entertainment. The kind that makes reasonable sense, and the kind that doesn’t. When something makes reasonable sense, it doesn’t mean that it’s got to be believable. It just has to fit within the story. Like in Star Wars. The magic of the Jedi works because they’re in a universe where “the force” works.
So when you spend a whole series pretty much living in the real world where all of the laws of physics and common sense apply, you can’t suddenly take a sharp turn and introduce a plot twist that defies it all. I can suspend belief for things that fit (I can think of countless examples – Harry Potter, the Avengers, Indiana Jones…that kind of thing), but when it doesn’t, you’ve lost me. Micha tried to tell me “It’s just a TV show,” but that’s little solace. I’ve invested a good deal of time watching seven and three-quarters of the episodes. Losing me for the last 15 minutes of episode eight is a foul I don’t forgive easily, if at all.
Tomorrow’s President’s Day. I hope you enjoy it.
The reverse was true for Cassie. She thought 95% of A Tale of Two Cities was foul, but the ending redeemed it all.