Evening, Fam…
So, last
night, we caught up on Speechless
that was preempted for a special on former President Bush. RIP.
It’s the
Christmas episode, of course, and, given the season, the Dimeos try to play
nice, but quickly devolve into calling out each other on things someone said
they’d do for another under false pretenses from past episodes like Ray using
J.J. as a cause to get his girlfriend back when he was going to make an
all-inclusive playground, or when Dylan made “nice” coupons for Ray for his
birthday. J.J.’s folks were going to
make him a mancave for him to get used to doing things on his own while
realizing they need to reconnect since the kids’ve been their lives practically
since they’ve been married. J.J.’s the only one who has only let himself down as
he keeps putting off his list of goals as graduation gets closer, because he’s
afraid. The season compels them to
follow through with said promises.
Not taking
away from the other subplots, the best dynamic’s between Kenneth and J.J. as
Kenneth helps J.J. get through his list, which his first big goal’s to be able
to make coffee by himself…a man after my own heart.
Of course, J.J.
tries to lift the coffee pot with his reacher, which lifting anything with
weight with a reacher is setting up for disaster unless you’re prepared to take
the weight and can get it where you need it.
Needless to say, J.J. wasn’t, and the pot shattered.
Then, J.J. immediately ran over the shards
that went into his wheels, which deflated when he went to get the broom.
Why he doesn’t have tubeless tires is beyond
me! It just devolved from there,
demoralizing J.J.
Come to find
out, Kenneth’s just as scared, not knowing what he’s going to do post-J.J. They wind up giving each other pep talks, and
J.J. makes his first cup o’ joe that they immediately spit out.
OK, we so
related to the whole doing stuff for ourselves bit…including dropping and
shattering, say, a dish, which I did this week.
I haven’t had tubes in my wheels since, like, the early 90s, but I’m
ALWAYS digging myself in deeper trying to fix the first thing I screwed
up.
The point
is, I tried.
I’m of the
mind, whatever’s screwed up, can be fixed, so take that chance.
That’s what I
call growing up.
Be good to
each other.
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