Listen to music from the hatch
As the morning hours progressed, the usual things happened: got the kids out to the bus, edited photos, sent out emails, nothing novel here. Throughout, I was incessantly bonked by Miles's nose, a daily occurrence that keeps me teetering on the edge of insanity. When my employment opportunities vary from day to day, there are some days that call for the ultimate time waster, Netflix. While sitting at home today on this rainy day it became clear early on that Netflix would morph my day into night. To defray the guilt incurred by too much TV, I jumped on the rowing machine and rowed to episode 1 of the final season of Lost. From there I got sucked in and one episode after another flew by. I slid on the rails of the erg long after the workout was done clicking next after each episode with reckless abandon. Perhaps I am one of the few left on the planet that doesn't know the solution to what is really happening to the beleaguered castoffs. It has become somewhat clear that their are two alternate realities going on. But, as I sit here, I become aware that there may really be no end to this story. Lost is about being, well....lost. I think the plan of the producer was to give us enough information to keep us coming back for more, while sequestering us in a fog where no full answers really come to light. It's like being doped up on NYQUIL where your get to sleep, but it's full of weirdness. So many personalities from Lost can be seen in our own little community. We all have a Hurley that we know and love. All of us ladies wish we looked like Kate. We would like to mirror the good of the perennial boy scout, Jack, but in reality, wish we could do as we damn well please like Sawyer. I can often relate to Desmond. He is a free thinker who believes in the good in this world. While the optimism is his glass overflows, "Brother" Desmond has a grim responsibility to press the button and keep the world from blowing up. Around here, I often get the feeling that if I don't press that dastardly button every 108 minutes, my little world of Schulten would explode. Come to think about it, that would be a good job for my nose bonking, button pushing dog. Which character would you be? The characters are so well written, that at any given time throughout the series, we can see ourselves in each one. It's amazing if you think about it. The miracle of Lost comes in the fact that all of the characters are connected in some way and it brings to light, that so are we. After Peter finished his homework last night, he caught my bug and Netflixed the very first Lost episode. Two hours later he too was sucked into the Lost abyss wondering what the smoke monster was? Sometimes I miss the days of MASH when you laughed at the punch-line and knew the war would end someday. Because of shows like "LOST" we ride on a roller coaster of never ending emotion. So much for escapism. May you always find your way and if you do become lost, "I'll see you in another life brother!"
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