Return to Space

After a long sabatical from a youth-long addiction of the sci-fi thriller Star Trek, I returned for a night of wonder and mystery.

I was fixing dinner tonight and the cable was fixed and the channel that the cable guy left the tv on just happen ed to be left on Star Trek Voyager. I suddenly had the insatiable craving to watch this show I normally avoid now. It caught my eye, a show mainly about the holographic doctor daydreaming.... Very good episode. I found myself swept up in it, laughing at things my husband would never understand, things that I'd been spoon-fed since infancy, private things that I shared with my family, my sister... my former step-father... things I can never get back- things that were special just between us- him and I.

It ended and then I found myself swept up in another episode. I was soon transported into the mind and emotions of Paris, the decent Balana-loving Paris (not the womanzing punk). Yet another very good episode. I found myself not want it all to end; the memories, the flood of feeling little again, being able to be an adult and actually completely understand everything that's said (even though I as always 12 going on 35, very perceptive), private jokes about the characters that flooded back into my mind, that amazing realization that the characters are just acters, but at the same time it was a nice escape from reality.

Geez Forever!!!

I don't know how long it took for Santa to get his gig down in one night, but that's about hoe long it's taken for ths lovely site to let me through to do my fisrt blog. And what a blog. Now I'm so tired I can't even write about what I want to. I think I'll crash. Thanx Blogger for all the hoops you made me jump through. Nighty-night.