Wait Just a Dingy Minute
After living in Atlanta for seven weeks, flying home for two days and then immediately shipping off to New York, I got kind of sad.
There just wasn't any time to decompress. No time to process anything. In some ways, maybe it was good. Like ripping off a giant, life-sized band-aid.
For a few days, I'm pretty sure I only left the apartment for a bagel. I justified it by taking the stairs more frequently. While I was eating the bagel.
Every time I talked to anyone from home, I burst into tears. There were a lot of moments of wanting to curl up into a ball and only listen to Ryan Adams.
One particular day, an accidental YouTube binge occurred. (I really hope I'm not the only one that happens to).
I found Gidget. A show with a very tiny pocket-sized version of Sally Field that was canceled after one season.
She's a high schooler beach bunny that lives in California with her widower father that works as a professor at UCLA. She's funny and happy and she spends most of her time in a bathing suit and pigtails. Her real name is Frances Lawrence.
For whatever reason, I like it way too much when I share names with famous characters. Because Fran isn't the most contemporary of names, and Fran's really have to stick together.
If Gidget was happy and okay, then surely I would be, too. It was time to stop eating bagels, feeling sorry for myself for having a couple of lonely days, and to explore the exciting city.
Is that thinking rational, or logical? No, not at all.
Did I buy the complete series anyway? Yes, yes I did.
Yes, Gidget is sandwiched between Dickens and Melville. It only seemed right.
There just wasn't any time to decompress. No time to process anything. In some ways, maybe it was good. Like ripping off a giant, life-sized band-aid.
For a few days, I'm pretty sure I only left the apartment for a bagel. I justified it by taking the stairs more frequently. While I was eating the bagel.
Every time I talked to anyone from home, I burst into tears. There were a lot of moments of wanting to curl up into a ball and only listen to Ryan Adams.
One particular day, an accidental YouTube binge occurred. (I really hope I'm not the only one that happens to).
I found Gidget. A show with a very tiny pocket-sized version of Sally Field that was canceled after one season.
She's a high schooler beach bunny that lives in California with her widower father that works as a professor at UCLA. She's funny and happy and she spends most of her time in a bathing suit and pigtails. Her real name is Frances Lawrence.
For whatever reason, I like it way too much when I share names with famous characters. Because Fran isn't the most contemporary of names, and Fran's really have to stick together.
If Gidget was happy and okay, then surely I would be, too. It was time to stop eating bagels, feeling sorry for myself for having a couple of lonely days, and to explore the exciting city.
Is that thinking rational, or logical? No, not at all.
Did I buy the complete series anyway? Yes, yes I did.
Yes, Gidget is sandwiched between Dickens and Melville. It only seemed right.
Was it seriously only on for one season? Why do I feel like I watched more than one season's worth of re-runs?
ReplyDeleteIt probably seemed like a lot more since TINY SALLY FIELD IS SO ENCHANTING.
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