That in and of itself is enough to be happy about. You might remember that I promised myself to find something boss about every day this year. So far, so good. I decided that you all probably didn't want to read about every single boss thing I discovered, so I'll pick out the bossest (bosstastic? bossaroni?) tidbits for the blog.
T and I don't get a lot of quality time alone together . All parents of young kids know how that goes, but we also add chemo fatigue into that equation. There are many times T goes to bed when the kids do, and I'm the only one awake in the 9's. However, we're lucky because T works from home (BOSS) and we can spend some time together during the day. Earlier this week, we had lunch together and settled in to watch a TV show while we ate. When T was doing his first round of chemoradiation in the summer, he discovered that he could occasionally find Fantasy Island on one of the squadzillion cable channels we seem to get. Talk about boss. Fantasy Island reminds me of being a kid and watching the Love Boat/Fantasy Island combo every week. It's deliciously cheesy and requires absolutely no rational thought. I mean, who doesn't need an escape from reality every now and again? And one word: Montalbán.
So we started watching an episode where two kids wanted to get their parents back together after a divorce. The two scamps lock their parents in a barn together all night in the rain to give them time to be alone and realize they still love one another. If it sounds suspiciously like Parent Trap, it was, and it also starred Juliet Mills. Ah, the Seventies. The other part of the episode involved a woman, amnesia, a dead dog's grave, and voodoo. The amnesiac was played by Lauren Tewes, Julie from Love Boat. SO boss! The rest of that storyline was pretty weird but brilliant in a Fantasy Island sort of way. Two very different stories in one episode, and the two stories had very different weather in each. On one side of the island, the voodoo practitioners lived in a sultry, tropical environment. On the other side of the island, the kids sat beside a campfire with their parents, all shivering from the cold.
T: "That doesn't even make any sense. How can it be tropical on the island at the same time the kids and their parents are freezing?"
Me:"It's a TV show."
T: "I know that, but wouldn't the weather be the same throughout the island?"
Me: "Babe, it's FANTASY Island. Roarke can make anything happen."
This may seem like a ridiculous exchange to you, or if you're in a particularly harsh mood, simply stupid. To me, the whole thing was boss because it was so completely normal for us. Different people want different things out of life. Some want action and excitement; some want romance and passion; some want travel and adventure. Me? I want normal. For us, normal is doing very mundane things and laughing the entire time. Having a silly conversation about the weather patterns on a television island is our normal. It's my safe haven. It's proof to me that we're still boss, cancer be damned.