So LOST Without You

It's the elephant in the room. We keep mulling about our daily lives, but the truth is lurking . . . LOST ends on Sunday. I'm torn between excitement for the big finish and disappointment at knowing it's over. Dirty anticipation and its delicious duality.

Wade and I came late to the LOST party; we were still holding out for The West Wing even though it was several seasons past actually being good. At the time, reality TV shows were reproducing like bunnies, and LOST somehow converged with Survivor in my estimation. And then Heather was generous, as ever, with her DVD library. Now just like Air Supply says, "I know that I was so wrong."

Following are some of the myriad life lessons LOST teases:

• You've gotta . . . "Make Your Own Kind of Music" (thank you Momma Cass, Desmond, and the Hatch).
• People are complicated and hard to judge.
• People can change.
• Baywatch and Lord of the Flies were always meant to be together.
  
• Good and bad are oh-so-connected.
• Being absolutely adorable can totally compensate for mediocre acting (yes you, Sawyer).
• Destiny and drudgery aren't too far apart.
  
• One more episode is like one more chocolate chip cookie: the hunger is insatiable.

So thank you, LOST, for giving me so many hours of escape from the ordinary, so many cheap date nights, so many cultish conversations. Thank you for getting me through two winters, two tax seasons, and a bajillion loads of laundry. Thanks for the Dharma jumpsuits, for Ben's goggly eyes, for Jack.

I'll miss you ever so.

P.S. Some parting gifts.
LOST Parody Harry Potter
LOST Parody Lord of the Rings
LOST Parody Pirates of the Carribean

Love That Muddy Water

Two weeks ago I went to visit my adorable sister Mary, her adorable new baby Lucy, and the rest of her adorable family (that means you, Chad) in Boston. A weekend away in one of the country's most interesting towns was just what the doctor ordered.

Mostly I got to hang out with this cute girl,

cuddle with this one,

and be entertained by these two.


Other highlights included a (pain free!) run along the Charles River past MIT and Harvard (totally made me smarter), time to hang out with Adam and Dad, and being smack dab in the middle of national news headlines. You may have heard about Watertown's water contamination? (I know, the irony abounds.) I was right there in the thick of things, hard boiling away.

Mary let me put The Woo in her Blessing dress, the same one she and I wore.

And on our last morning we picked up the WMAHC (World's Most Amazing Hot Chocolate) from Burdick and sipped away in Mt. Auburn Cemetery (my favorite spot in Boston) while Mary fed the babe; Grandpa, Jack, and Marian climbed the tower, and I drooled over horticulture.

Thanks to Prince Wade for sending me, taking care of the boys, and missing me. In return? I came home one happy woman.