CD7 — Last of the Femara yesterday, crabby this morning because Mr. JellyBeana was being crabby with me, slept because of the precious 1/2 Excedrine PM, overall mood is exceptionally good because of sleep, blessed coffee and the SUN BEING OUT TODAY!!

 In my quest to find other things to pay attention to that what my ovaries are up to today, I want to take a minute to wax poetic about the new television season.  It’s probably the best crop of new shows I’ve seen in YEARS.  I don’t have a great deal of time available to plop down and watch everything I want, so they are being collected on my beloved tivo until I have a chance to go on a television bender.

I have a few can’t miss shows, but my VERY FAVORITE is like…well…it’s sublime!  It’s beautiful! It’s eye candy and funny and trippy and delicious and perfect and surreal and gothic, but in bright happy colors and sunshine.

Pushing Daisies is like watching TV high.  Pushing Daisies is brilliantly quirky.  Pushing Daisies is about Ned.  He bakes pies and can bring things back from the dead.  Of courses, as with any good stories, there are rules and conditions.  If he touches it again, it is dead forever.  If he enlivens something and touches it within a minute, no harm no foul.  If he enlivens something and then doesn’t touch it within a minute, someone nearby dies and it continues to live forever until he kills it.  He makes his living by running a pie shop called – sigh – the Pie Hole.  It quite looks like a pie.  His waitress, Olive, is in love with him and obsessed with physical contact with him and primary caregiver to his enlivened 19 year old dog, Digby.  He makes his money with his partner, Emerson.  He touches murder victims, gets their story, solves the crime and gets the reward.  He ends up waking up his childhood love/soul mate, Chuck, a girl whose father was killed by Ned trying to keep his mother alive and ended up living with two synchronize swimming, shut in, cheese loving aunts.

Yes, really.  And, guess what?  It all makes sense as you’re watching it.  And I haven’t even said how beautiful it is!  It’s like walking into Oz.  The colors are amazing. It’s like a Tim Burton film every week, but not so dark and beautifully dismal.  Instead it’s this alternate world that you want to be part of.  You want to live there. You want to be part of it all.  You want to exist in that kind of sunshine. It’s like living in the midst of the best day ever.  The one where the whole world was so beautiful you could barely stand it. 

I would love the show in the best of times, but I think what is really drawing me to it now is that they handle enormous, heavy topics as melancholy and sad, but just part of the greater landscape.  Last night’s show had a bulimic character, but the show did not become an object lesson in how to deal with bulimia.  Death is the center point of the show, but it’s much more about the gift of life and embracing being part of the world.  You can choose to hide yourself away and eat cheese or you can live in the sun and see the world!  I feel good when I watch it.  No, I feel GREAT when I watch it.  I feel happy, I feel blissful, I feel like a kid.

It may sound cheezy and far reaching, but this show makes me appreciate how precious life is.  In my case, that doesn’t mean just mine, or Mr. JellyBeana’s, but the life of the baby we are working to create.  I sometimes get caught up in my dismal struggle to make it through the day, my failures, my discomfort with the medications and blood draws and dates with the ultrasound wand.  This show doesn’t disregard the bad (death, bulimia, secrets), but it shows the whole picture and then shines the light on the good, the live, the living, the vibrancy of the light.  I’m striving for life.  I want to spend my life living in the light, not disregarding the dark with my Pollyannaness, but knowing they both exist and stepping around the dark spots to stay in the light.