I’m still isolating because my advanced age puts me in a higher-risk category. Just because I feel 18 doesn’t mean I can fool COVID, yeah?
So I’m still bingeing Netflix.
One of the shows I’m running through like fire through dry grass is the new Lost in Space. I didn’t expect to like it, because there were things I didn’t like about the original Lost in Space and things I did like about it, and I was afraid the new one would outrage my memories on both counts.
As it turns out, the new one is different enough and similar enough that I totally love it. None of the kids are annoying. John and Maureen (the parents) become respectful partners, leaning on one another’s strengths. Don West is a hoot. The robot is totally different, but in all kinds of good, complex ways. Evil Dr. Smith is a woman, played by the incomparable Parker Posey, also complex. And grown-up Bill Mumy, who played young Will Robinson, in guest cameos as the real Dr. Smith.
But, look, another part of why I love this show is that I think of it as LOST. In space. I don’t know how much you remember of LOST, assuming you ever watched it, but so far LIS has included an in-flight crash leaving the survivors somewhere beyond their maps, reunification with survivors of the same crash who landed elsewhere, a ship full of a desirable cargo balanced on the edge of an eroding cliff, a raft in a storm, any number of hatches, and a well with a superstructure that collapses, trapping a major character at the bottom. I’m waiting for Evil Dr. Smith (parallel to Ben on LOST) to turn good, which she’s already flirted with doing.
All in all, I’m having fun.
Here are my nails this week. In retrospect, I should have taken the picture before I put air in my tire. That was one of the many things Charlie did for me, so I had to figure out how to turn on the air compressor. Then, when the nozzle didn’t fit my tire valve, I had to figure out that he used a converter. When the converter fit the valve but did NOT fit the air compressor nozzle, I had to figure out how to hold the two together tightly enough to put air into the tire instead of letting it out. I succeeded. I even remembered to turn off the compressor when I was done. I felt like a steely-eyed missile man, bringing Apollo 13 home.
My kids would have done it for me, but I wanted to do it for myself.
ANYWAY, here are my nails:
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Someone must do something without help.