Deep Sky Anchor

If you’d find it comforting to watch handsome men apologize a lot and aren’t ready for rewatching David Tennant’s run on Doctor Who again yet, you might want to consider Everwood. Four seasons (‘02-‘06), ends nicely, and the men apologize frequently and sincerely.

We were in your back yard, eating a nice dinner at your picnic table. I think there was corn on the cob. It was sunny, because it’s California and the light was filtering down through leaves or a shade. You were all there, but Andrew is the one I’m addressing right now.

You tried to tell a joke about being on an airplane with Christy and being told that personal items could be held on your lap. It wasn’t a good joke. No one laughed. Actually, it was quite uncomfortable. Although, you grinned. The punchline was that Christy was your personal item. Continue reading “An Open Letter to My Brother-in-Law Andrew, His Wife, and Parents”

I’m handling this week by rewatching Everwood for the first time since it broke my heart by getting cancelled and the boxes of pinecones failed to save it. No other show being cancelled has broken my heart in quite that way.

So far, I’ve realized that Delia is almost certainly why I wear baseball caps, and I’ve rediscovered the line, “you’re talking faster than my brain can process language.” I can’t believe I’d forgotten that moment. I love it so much.