Another Wednesday night approaches and I’m anticipating another episode of–that’s right, you guessed it, Lost ! Even though I haven’t read a single BB on Lost this week, I’m predicting a dead, dead Hurley by episode’s end. Actually, I doubt it but I figure if I’m going to make a prediction I might as well go large. So, I’m guessing that tonight’s back story will be about Hurley. Before they kill him off.
Let’s talk about another television show that has swept me off my feet. It’s a little darling called, Grey’s Anatomy. Grey’s is to doctor shows what Ally McBeal was to lawyer shows. What makes Grey’s extra special for me, is that it’s the very first doctor show (outside of Scrubs), the very first serious doctor show that I’ve hooked into. I like it very much when the big equipment is rolled out and the big words fly. I’ve always been a fan of terminology. Not that it has replaced my undying devotion to Lost, but Grey’s does have higher body counts than Lost, which of course makes for higher chances of emotional outbursts, which is the only reason why I watch television.
Spring has made a pleasant return to our neck of the woods. Look at Rhen swing! We walked the yard and discovered tree bark and dog poop. Weekend plans involve a massive effort to beautify our yard. We’re buying weed killer. Even one of those little carts to spread seed and fertilizer. We mean business.
All is well. I’m not the biggest fan of spring but it is a step closer to summer, a season we can all agree upon as being a nice one. Especially Coonhound. He’s had a tough winter. Let it be summer soon, for his sake.