Broken hearted twice (Totally tongue in cheek)

Ok. Let’s see the hands of those who watched “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.”

Robert Vaughn and oh-so-very-dreamy David McCallum entered my living room. I was a teenage girl, prone to swooning over movie stars and rock stars. I couldn’t afford the teeny bop mags, but I still had my favorites. My top two were David McCallum and Davey Jones.

Any way…I never missed an episode of the Illya Kuryakin show. 🙂 I was most sad when it went off air.

Imagine then my surprise and delight when I could once again invite David “Ducky” McCallum into my home, along with Mark Harmon. “)

Nelson and I really enjoy NCIS. We like the ensemble, the plot. We catch the current episodes and watch the reruns and marathons. It surprises us when we find an episode we haven’t seen…or don’t remember.

So now imagine me gasping as I’m alone in my family room watching the season finale-cliff-hanger-make-sure-you-come-back-for-another-season, and who dies? Ducky. Noooooooooo.

No heart should have to be subjected to that kind of double loss.

And this my friends is why I tend to only watch cooking shows and other reality tv. Do you remember 30something? Loved that show. They killed off my favorite character and then it was gone. How about St. Elsewhere? Loved that show to pieces! Into it and poof it was gone. ER? They killed off Marc Green and I just stopped watching.

I guess my beef is that writers/producers want me to invest my time and interest in a program, but then they don’t really care. With reality tv, there’s little emotional investment. Except maybe with So You Think You Can Dance, and I probably should get therapy for that.

I know that after UNCLE, it was a long time before I let myself get hooked by a show. But soon I became quite attached to Little House on the Prairie and don’t get me started on M*A*S*H. Tears and tissues when that one went off the air.

I turned 55 this year (in case you missed that–it was back in April) and I have really begun noticing something…the people who regularly entered my life via tv or radio are dying. With each announcement I feel a sadness that surprises me. I don’t know these people, and yet they have made an impact in my life. I don’t think I’ll miss them–it wasn’t that big an impact. But, it is speaking to me more clearly about how finite this life is. I don’t want to be merely entertained, or to just entertain. I want to leave something more lasting…more valuable.

I’m not sure where this is going. I just needed to put it out there.

Now excuse me while I go try and figure out whether I’m going to forive NCIS for breaking my heart again. I just don’t know what they were thinking killing Ducky off like that……