Lord of the Rings. When Harry Met Sally. Spaceballs. G.I.Joe. Star Wars. Season 2 of True Blood.
That sounds like another fun night in front of a DVR.
And most might think I watch too damn much TV.
I was going through life with the ability to forget time. I would sit down with ten minutes to spare and an hour later I would lift my head, never realizing how much time had passed.
It could be minutes or hours that disappeared.
My body had no clear measure of time.
As a way to force myself to acknowledge time I would watch movies. For whatever reason I knew if I checked the time when Luke saw Ben get killed (tell me you never saw Star Wars) I knew it was about time to start dinner. It worked.
The live-streamed movies we were getting made it even better.
Then I realized that I’d never told very important people in my life. I was making shortcuts in my daily schedule and had never clued in those it affected most.
Or didn’t affect.
It was strange to tell Pete and my speech therapist.
It was something I couldn’t fix or change.
I could only find tricks to work around my shortcomings.
The tricks had to be good. The shortcomings were large.
But, like so many things, if I can’t make it work, then I’ll substitute until it WILL.