Maybe it came from the holiday craze, the fuss of moving things around to make room for a Christmas tree that we didn’t find in the attic, or the search online the night before Thanksgiving so that we wouldn’t be compelled to shop on the holiday or the Black Friday chaos that many years past brought about hyperventilation in a big box store because I was caught in an aisle with more people and carts than there was room to move.
Maybe it was the big build up of watching all seven seasons months before, leaving too much time for study not just as a fan but as a writer looking to learn how they made it work successfully.
Maybe it was because I am still not sleeping like normal and my physical activity is still below normal because I am constantly reminded by my family when they reiterate my medical care team’s prognosis of continuing to heal and repair over the next year that it just takes time to get back to normal. Their opinion that I am indeed doing great, even if I don’t think I am. That frustration, maybe that got in the way.
Maybe my expectations, see the previous maybe, has extended to waiting for six months for this show to air that made me expect to jump right back to where the last episode left off.
What I didn’t need was to start the “new season” off with an hour long exposition on what the show was and how we got to here. They didn’t do that in the original first episode, why the hell did they do that this time?
We learned as the show progressed who people were and their significance. That was the neat thing about watching reruns, they didn’t really feel like reruns because when we saw them again, the nuances that the evolution of my knowledge and understanding of the characters evolved as they did and re-watching the episodes made subtle interchanges and idiosyncrasies click in ways they hadn’t before. IT was an eternal easter egg hunt where Taylor didn’t have the key and Kirk didn’t miss one single egg thereby leaving a stench that perpetuated the entire environment.
See what I did there?
I was critical. I “Emily Gilmore-d” the hell out of the first episode. I haven’t yet mentioned the two brief naps I took during the second seasonal episode. I feel ASLEEP! Sure, I could chalk it up to being older and that injury pain makes me tired and I need more sleep but, really? I just can’t.
I am pausing to watch all four. I am going to let this all settle in my mind, let the expectations escape and float away on the cold north wind and wait for the delivery of the tree, put up the ornaments and plan on at least one margarita to relax my agitated review of the first and second episode before I venture on to the third and the fourth.