By Heather O.
I’m sick. So I took the day off. I spent it watching back episodes of Bones. Which I could pretty much do any day of the week, sick or not, just to watch David Boreanaz. What can I say, the man is smokin’.
But as I watched and occasionally checked on my kids (who were mercifully well-behaved while I lounged in bed, coughing up my lungs and taking advantage of my laryngitis to sing ridiculously low pitched songs), I wondered if I was fast becoming an old fart. I mean, what’s the difference between Murder, She Wrote and Bones? (And am I just supposed to capitalize TV shows, or do they belong in quotes, too?) My mother loved Murder, She Wrote (seriously, quotes or not?), and then religiously watched “Diagnosis Murder” (nah, the quotes are annoying—I’m gonna ditch them) with Dick van Dyck, who plays the distinguished doctor. And while he’s not the funny guy in the piece, you gotta respect an actor who is still working when most of his audience remembers him fondly as Bert the eccentric chimney sweep in “Mary Poppins”. (I think movies get quotes. Definitely.)
I also love the show Pysch, and we’ve been streaming Monk on Netflix for the last little while, which means that essentially, I’m a sucker for murders solved in unconventional ways. Tortured forensic anthropologists, OCD detectives, screw up would be psychics will clever references to the 80s—I guess that’s my style. I wouldn’t have thought that about myself, although it shouldn’t be surprising. Whenever I was sick as a kid, I used to curl up and read 3 Nancy Drew novels. Nothing like mysterious brain candy to help a person get through the flu.
Does anybody else like mysteries, or am I officially entering the old fartiness stage of my life? I mean, I’m actually okay with being an old fart, I just wonder if there are others with me.
And tell me what your go-to media of choice is when you’re sick. And hopefully I’ll be able to read comments before the Thera-flu takes effect. Because nothing, NOTHING treats a sick momma better than a hot cup of Thera-flu. With 4 spoonfuls of sugar, of course. Remember what that eccentric chimney sweep’s lady friend used to say….
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