hootinanny

i like 'the office', '30 rock'. i've recently discovered 'the biggest loser'. but i only watch 'lost'.

mom absorbed books. dad collected them, but it was mom who read. anything with a mystery or puzzle to solve and she was on it. and she shared. a 7 yr old, i would sit on the table as she would triangulate in the kitchen and give play-bys of the latest story she was de-tangling. we would speculate and theorize together as she kneaded bread. so wrapped up in her stories, and to this day i cannot smell bread without thinking of those moments. i was fascinated by my mother.

when applied to television, however, fascination quickly became irritation. mom would triangulate the laundry, helicoptering around what we were watching downstairs. she never had the patience to sit through something she figured out within the first 10 minutes, and would simply return with each load to see if the show had caught up to her yet. i think the only tv she watched was 'magnum, pi'. mom loved her a moustache. sometimes she'd have on old 'dr. who' or 'star trek'. she lived for perry mason and columbo. but she really just never could sit. and truth be told, her impatience was only steadied when it came to books because she could read so fast and was not above scanning the last page after gathering her theories in the first few chapters.

and then one year brought 'beauty and the beast' and mom would drop every household task and just be. and watch. and discuss. i'd probably chuckle at it now, but at the time - the on-going mystery of the people below, the romance, the weekly crime dramas. it was our show. she often said it was like a good book.

i adore 'lost'. i often say it's like one amazing novel. or series of... i can only imagine how mom would have been with it. i know she'd be the one up at 4 am yet posing theories on the boards. she'd be hosting season finale parties and calling us even before matthew to share her observations on that week's epi. the little one liners and comments would be our shared speak. she'd draw from backstories and have predicted the flash forward. she'd swoon over a shirt-less sawyer and begin meaningful discussions sparked by eko.

i really miss my mom, but most acutely so on wednesday nights.