LOST (and how six seasons changed my world)

September 2004.  Premiere of LOST.  Location?  Sister's apartment-over-the-bookstore, Warsaw, IN. 
I was staying at her place for work.  At that time, I had my own business and had just gone out on my own that spring.  Business was going well, life was good.  I was married.  Had one stepson.  It was the weekend following this premiere that sent me into therapy for over a year.

September 2005.  Premiere of LOST, Season 2.  Location?  My rented house, La Porte, IN.  I was separated from the Hex and trying to figure out my life. Still in therapy, still trying to figure out the next steps in my existence.  Lost?  I was, indeed.

January 2007.  Premiere of LOST, Season 3.  Location?  My rented apartment, Carmel, IN.  Divorce final one year earlier, I'm back living near friends.  New job.  New life. 

January 2008.  Premiere of LOST, Season 4.  Location?  My condo, Indianapolis, IN.  Two years post-divorce, still picking up the pieces of my shattered life. 

January 2009.  Premiere of LOST, Season 5.  Location? My condo, Indianapolis, IN.  Feeling better in year 3.  Dating someone good, enjoying our time together.

January 2010.  Premiere of LOST, Season 6.  Location?  My rented apartment, Fort Myers, FL.  New job, new life, new location.  Life is good. 

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LOST intrigued me from the very beginning -- names of characters were common to my political science background (Locke, Rousseau) and literature (Henry Gale, Sawyer). The backstories on each of these characters was rich, colorful and always had an angle. 

There were times in each of these seasons that I needed to cry about something going on in my life.  Each season had touching moments when my tears would flow freely, releasing the torrent of emotion I had bottled up inside.  Then there were the cheers -- when my characters did something incredible and I could share in their joy.  Some days, in those darkest hours, it was the only joy I felt all week.  While the characters were LOST, I was lost as well. 

OMG I love LOST

And Jorge Garcia ... soo very much.

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Enjoy, all.

The Weatherman's Big Woody Was For Naught

We did not get jack for snow last night. All this 8-10 inch prediction nonsense for maybe one measly inch of snow? Seriously, that's not enough to get even the most excitable child to say more than 'meh.'

We did, however, receive some ice, which of course translates easily into red hot panic here in Central Indiana. Two hour delays were the order of the day, combined with some school systems calling the whole thing off. Truly, it was overkill.

1-2 inches of snow do not make me panic. Ice does not make me panic. I grew up in NW Indiana in the 'snow belt' ... i.e. Lake Effect Land. Until you've seen 12" of snow fall in 6 hours and it doesn't appear to be letting up then there is nothing to complain about. Most of the time here in Indianapolis I just accept that there will be red hot panic when it appears that there will be snow (shocker) in December/January/February/March. I accept that the weatherpeople will get all up in arms over a weathersystem that brings jack for snow but 'looks like a big one.' I accept that there will be runs on milk and eggs at the stores.

On the flip side of the weather, is LOST.

OMG. My mind was reeling from all the Missing Pieces mini-episodes that I had watched, coupled with last season's finale and what I now know about the season opener. I was AWED. Back and forth in space and time ... I'll say it again. I love JJ Abrams. I love Damon Lindhof. Love Love Love. This is the best damn show on TV. I am reminded again why my evening stops when LOST comes on.

LOST didn't disappoint. I'll be rewatching the episode this weekend thanks to my trusty DVR. :)