I don’t know if you experience this as well, but hung art, eventually, goes off kilter.
Every few months, you have to tip it to the left, right, up, down. No earthquake, no hurricane, just the earth moving, time passing.
Life’s like that, I guess.
I only started watching Friday Night Lights a month ago, but as a testament to how awesome it is, I’m on Season 4, episode 3. Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose!
It makes me slower. Not mentally. Just makes me think I should take the time, the time Coach and Tami Taylor take to think things out.
WWCTD?
Actually, that, while more pithy, is unfair as we all know Tami wears the pants in that family. The only pants, in fact, since CT wanders around in his little shorts and I KNOW it is SO WRONG, as an LA/SF/any place but the middle of the country (maybe even there, feel free to speak up, MotC peeps!) person to find that attractive, but Dammit! I do! Which is what I would say (I do) also if Matt Saracen asked me to marry him. And probably Tim Riggins, but only if he’d been tested first.
I am just grateful it turns out they aren’t actually (MS & TR, or the actors that play them) their screen ages or I might need some serious therapy.
Anyway, all this is just to say I love this show, and I think it makes you hopeful about things. And it recognizes that art, and a person, go off kilter now and then, but you just set it straight, sometimes with more effort than others, and everything’s OK again.
I like that.
p.s. Making KitchenKonfidence’s Grapefruit and Tarragon-infused Vodka, wish me luck!
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