 I Miss My Sister |
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Thanks to Netflix, I am now finally watching season two of The Office and loving it as much as ever. David Brent continues to appall, and Dawn's pining gazes of regret towards Tim are getting kind of old, as clearly she broke Tim's heart and she deserves to suffer as she watches him prance around with that Swindon girl, who so far seems quite likeable, but I was a little bugged by her dancing with Neil so we'll see what happens. Maybe she's a total trollop. The look on Dawn's face when David Brent came out of his office in the t-shirt and jeans was so awesome that I had to rewind it like five times. The viewing experience of this show is truly like no other. It makes me feel vaguely queasy and squirm while also making me laugh out loud in every single episode. For example, I kind of wanted to puke while watching Chris Finch gyrate unrelentingly with that plastic red nose on his crotch, but at the same time, I mean -- funny. It's just all so, so funny. I only have two episodes left, and I think I'll have to watch them all again before I return it. And my love for Tim continues to boundlessly blossom. Zuko got so worked up when it was time for his anal gland expression the other day that he had to be muzzled. That was a nice moment. I was all for the muzzling, because he was growling like crazy, but I couldn't help but be embarrassed, like my dog is wicked Satan dog. I guess there are other dogs who don't mind getting a finger shoved up their rear end and their butts de-juiced and will lie there harmoniously, but my dog isn't one of them. Oh, well. He's been very sullen and sluggish since his appointment, and I can't tell if he's demoralized by the muzzling and squeezing or if he's just dragging because the shots can wear a mofo out. He's eating and everything, but he keeps lying around with his head under various beds even when it's not storming, which is odd. Even though I've had him now for three years, sometimes I feel like in a lot of ways, Zuko is still a stranger. (Emphasis on strange.) I miss my sister! She has been to Sevilla, White, and Barcelona, and she's on her way to Zurich and the Alps for four days, then Cinque Terra, Milan, and Como, where she'll meet up with my parents and lay her train- and hostel-weary head on a super comfy bed at their hotel. I'm kind of jealous, but I'm reigning it in. She loved White. (I think that's what she said it was called.) It reminded her of the French Quarter. I don't really get that, because nothing is white in the French Quarter except for the sugar on the beignets, but I'm sure I'll hear more later. At her hostel in Sevilla, the fifty-year-old owner tricked her into having a drink with him, so she roped a new friend into going with her, but he stood both of them up! On the night train to Barcelona, there was a very loud snorer, and she turned up her mp3 player at full volume to drown it out, but no dice. I think once she gets to the Alps, she will never want to leave. I know she's planning to go to Grindelwald, which makes me VERY, VERY jealous, because ever since seeing it on The Amazing Race, I have kind of been obsessed with it. I think that's the place they had to eat all the cheese. Or maybe it's where they had an archery contest. I can't remember. All I remember is that it might have been the most beautiful place I've ever seen. (I cannot wait for The Amazing Race to start again, but I'm in denial that the horrible Alison from Big Brother is going to be one of the racers. Honestly, I cannot for the life of me comprehend why the producers of this excellent show would re-cast a contestant from a previous, far inferior CBS show who was largely loathed, and not in that we love to hate her, delicious Dr. Will kind of a way, but in an ugh, this girl just sucks kind of a way. It really baffles me. It's not enough to make me not watch the show, but it's certainly enough to add a preexisting sense of great displeasure every time she comes onscreen. That is a potential show-killing idea, right there, and if she does not get Philiminated [tm TWoP] straight away, I will fume and also possibly be physically ill.) Anyway, so I miss my sister. I miss calling each other throughout the day to check in, I miss getting sushi take-out, I miss bagels on weekend mornings. Just when I thought I could not miss her more, I listened to the bonus disc that came with the new Mary Chapin Carpenter CD. And it has the most beautiful live versions of three of the most beautiful songs ever (Johnny Cash's "I Still Miss Someone," "This Shirt," and "Late for Your Life"), all slow and quiet and lovely and kind of sad, and it bums me out that she didn't hear these before she left and I can't show up at her house and say, "Oh, my God, listen to these songs NOW," and watch her burst into tears, which she would totally do. But I am so happy when I think about her and her backpack that is bigger than she is, three years exactly after doing Outward Bound in the Colorado Rockies, hiking through the Swiss Alps, I almost cannot stand it. About this time in ...
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