Just watched the season opener of Glee. I think some of the song choices aren't great... admittadly, I fast forward through maybe half of the excessive crap, BUT, the really really REALLY reallllllly excellent, 1 out of 10 performances, make up for all the other mildly tolerable parts.
I'm specifically talking about MOST finales or episodes, finales as in the last song performed at the end of an ep. On this opening ep, they did a spectacular rendition of "All you Need is Love" by the Beatles. I have a weakness for bringing together characters who have grown into separate arcs and sub-plots within one major song and dance performance, and lucky for me, that's exactly what they did. I also have a love/hate relationship with on-screen relationships that that end but drag on and on and on because of the question of "will they or won't they get back together?" I understand the writer's choice of dragging these things on, obviously it keeps us interested, wondering, guessing, hoping, probably rooting for them to reunite. It's human nature to want to calm the storm. It's a great trick for long running tv shows to keep the audience's attention. I'm ok with it. Most people are ok with it. It's a thing. I get it.
But after many, MANY long episodes filled with Blaine pining for Kurt and feeling so distraught over his mistakes....it's really, really wonderful to see them reunite, even if all of it is completely scripted and fake... it lets us live in this world that we always forget isn't real... but that's what art is, what acting is, what music is, we find ourselves in this place that we truly believe we are living within. It's a good thing. It enhances us in a way. I'm trying to find the right words to put it but I'm distracted by the Parks and Recreation that's on pause right now and the fact that I have to go help a friend move, but regardless, you get it.
Blaine proposed to Kurt and it was great. It was sweet, perfectly worded, perfectly presented, and after much agony and despair between them, they finally reconciled. Good for you Kurt and Blaine.
Good for you.
Sunday
Thursday
Sunday
Friday
Sunday
things money cannot buy
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same
hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an
hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from
his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on
his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their
homes, their jobs, their involvement in the
military service, where they had been on
vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the
window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could
see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those
one hour periods where his world would be
broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while
children sailed their model boats. Young lovers
walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour
and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen
in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in
exquisite details, the man on the other side of
the room would close his eyes and imagine this
picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window
described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band -
he could see it in his mind's eye as the
gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring
water for their baths only to find the lifeless body
of the man by the window, who had died
peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital
attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man
asked if he could be moved next to the window.
The nurse was happy to make the switch, and
after making sure he was comfortable, she left
him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one
elbow to take his first look at the real world
outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window
besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have
compelled his deceased roommate who had
described such wonderful things outside this
window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and
could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage
you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others
happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness
when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things
you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The
Present .'
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