Probably be drummed out of the League Of Hard Men for that.
(And this is my post for Five Minute Friday, written ahead. If I am able I will try to work in the keyword.)
(It's WORTH. And it's in there.)
My first thought on seeing bits of some of the initial episodes (Barb watched from the beginning) was..."OK, 'this is us', and so what? Why do I care if this is you or not?"
It seemed at first glance like waterboarding. A drip, drip, drip of drippy crises in the lives of a bunch of thirtysomething drips.
But I realized after awhile that I was starting to care about these fictional people; why?
The answer is that it's instructive even this late in the day to see art reflecting a life I never knew. I missed the family ties and the personal drama and the wavering but still treasured friendships.
The crises are perhaps forced, but they speak to relationships that are real. (Yes, Barbara did have to do some coaching, and she patiently explained a lot to me.)
Standing before the Gates of Mordor, it's kind of good to take a long last look back. I'm going where monsters gather for the next stage of my fight, and I won't be coming back, barring a miracle.
So it's good to carry a picture of normalcy (TV-land normalcy, to be sure) into the fight, even if it wasn't me.
I live in a world of black and white, life and death, pain and more pain. It narrows the focus, and makes one rather a bore...sometimes, even to oneself.
Black is becoming blacker, and the white of God's presence in my fight is becoming incandescent.
My life has been good preparation. Happiness for me has been largely rooted in being alive to greet the dawn. Everything else was a bonus.
So it wasn't a hard change, to be terminally ill. Death wasn't an unfamiliar face.
But I like the fact that people can be concerned with smaller things. I like looking through a window into a more nuanced and graceful life, a life of colours both pastel and vibrant.
Those gates will soon close behind me, and I won't be able to look back into a land of life and warm spring sunshine.
But I will remember, and the monsters will wonder, as I turn to face them, why I am smiling.
It'll be worth it just to see their faces ere they face my blade in this last of battles.
But I still do have some questions about This Is Us.
- None of the characters seem to carry guns; why is that?
- None of them seems to go to church either.
- Where are the dogs? (Though the dying dude does have a cat.)
- And why don't any of them drive muscle cars? Not the modern faux-cool junk...why doesn't anyone have a '64 GTO?
I asked Barbara this. After putting her head in her hands and moaning softly (I didn't realize she had a headache) she said, "Perhaps that is why they are so troubled."
Yep...get an Uzi and go to church. Have a houseful of Pit Bulls, and drive a Goat. No worries then mate, you'll be right!
Oh, dear, Barbara's face just turned a very unusual colour.
Clearly, the only musical accompaniment can come from Middle Earth...
Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).
Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.
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