Wonderful Weekend

So, we're almost all the way through the weekend now. It has been a beauty! I will start off with a quick update of what hi-jinx I've gotten up to in the past 48 hours before going on a bit of a rant. That is a proper introduction there. No hype, no click-bait. Just the facts and letting you know what you're in for. Sometimes being honest and straightforward is very refreshing like a nice Island T Breezer cocktail. Like the several I enjoyed last night. Whoa, just slid right into the update with no warning. Yeah, had some cocktails last night, even measured out the booze like an adult. This was a rare treat. Cheese and Two Glasses of Wine came round for a visit. We made dinner together before Cheese went to meet Booj at the theater to watch their little rap film. 2GW and I ate our dinner and settled into some cocktails and home improvement ideas. We got deep into some Border Security before stumbling on a "mockumentary" that I will explain more about as things get more rant oriented. Previous to their arrival late in the day, I defied Admiral Bonesaw's prediction by finishing Bloodline, a Netflix original series. It did not pay off like I'd hoped. I did some other things like cooked up a storm that featured a delicious tortellini dish and some jello, cleaned the house a bit (not much) and did some reading. It was pretty tame. Today I started things off strong with a killer breakfast and some Coronation Street which lead directly into cleaning, laundry and a hearty serving of the dishes. Booj simply would not shutup about Ted 2 the night before so I watched it, classic peer pressure and hype scenario.

But back to the terrible mockumentary of the previous evening. It was the unauthorized story of Full House. Basically it was actors posing as the characters as they filmed the iconic series and created (not recreated) the interactions of the actual actors who were actually on the show with each other. There were many bad wigs and actors who looked nothing like the real people. The voices tended to be close but the looks were embarrassing. So compound those feelings of nostalgia from watching a beloved show get hacked to pieces in front of your very eyes with the fact that I purchased Twinkies yesterday and you get a lot of wondering and pondering about things from the past. Cue rant.

I try not to be one of those people who live in the past. I try to live in the now, in the moment and make sure that I'm experiencing what is happening to me right now. But try as I might, I still remember the past. I remember how things were. How it all always seems superior in the memory. The mind does this little trick, probably some mechanism to maintain our sanity, where it involuntarily casts a lens of happiness cast over the view of what used to be. I want to tie in the phrase, "the grass is always greener" here but it doesn't quite fit on to what I'm building here for you. I guess I'm just pointing out that everything always seems better that it was when you are looking backward. The Twinkies, for instance, were overtly average yesterday. When I was a kid I remember them being a gift from heaven. An offering of sustenance from the Gods to sustain our cruel and often painful Earthly existence. I wonder if that relatively negative opinion stems from the fact that I couldn't have them when I wanted in the past. Not only from the standpoint of not being able to logistically buy them but also the lack of the ability to eat what I wanted when I wanted. There were rules to follow, meal protocols to adhere to. Now, I can just go to the store almost anytime of day and buy them. And if I wanted, just eat the whole box right there in the parking lot like some kind of wild animal. I wouldn't obviously, because of the eventual stomach ache and/or GI distress, but I could is the point. I could eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Does that make them less special, less magical, less delicious? Then I look back at some of the favoured shows from my childhood. Some I have watched as an adult. I'm a different person now than I was at twelve, I recognize that, but some of the shows are really hard to watch. My favourite thing growing up, as I remember it, was He-Man. (Hence podcast episode 33.) I have them all on DVD and I can only watch two at a time because they are so hard to take. Other programs, (even Bloodline) I can watch for days. Makes ya think, huh? Why is that? What is so different, what changes the memory to be so perfect? Do we long for the simplicity of childhood? Why would I? I treasure the life of independence that I have developed over years of long hours and hard work. I suppose I don't have much of a choice in that regard. I guess the grass IS always greener, when you are remembering the colour the grass from the past. That should suffice for the rant.