I'm not a real television freak but, holy shit! I finally watched the season finale of Grey's Anatomy tonight. The whole show choked me up. The new season begins tomorrow the same time as CSI so it won't be a hard choice. I love CSI but, not as much as Grey's Anatomy. Yep, I'm into that show in a big way. There were a few scenes that really tore me up. The first was when Meredith, (the main character,) said, " we don't choose who we fall in love with." The next was when she and her married boyfriend had to put their dog down. I lost it when I watched them letting their dog go at the vet's office. It brought back some horrible memories. I wept and wept thinking of letting go of my Whoopi and Boogerdogs. There was a scene when Meredith and her married boyfriend while at a party locked eyes. I knew that feeling.  There were other scenes that tore me up, too. I'm so taken in by that show.

Today was my parents' 60th wedding anniversary. My brothers and I wanted to do something for them. My mother was adamant that we did NOTHING to celebrate. I took them a card this morning. The really weird thing is that they went to the Mormon temple this afternoon and had lunch there after their session. Last week, my mother was railing on the fact she had even married my father in the first place. She said she felt like she'd already been married to him "for eternity." They really have never liked each other. Maybe their memory loss makes it easier for them to live together now. Is that just how it is everywhere? We try to get comfortable with being uncomfortable? We settle for what is and how it is? Utilitarian lives versus passion...or is it the both at different times? Can we ever have it all? I wish it were so. I'm thinking too much...again and I've said too much (which I usually do.)  I'm off to bed.