Little boxes made of ticky tacky
So we’ve been watching Weeds on DVD lately; currently in the middle of season 2. This was the greatest thing ever by the way. How many times did he have to practice that?
The premise of this show interested me from the beginning because the Botwins experienced something very similar to what I went through growing up… except my mother didn’t take up selling pot to keep our lives from being uprooted. Like the Botwins, my dad died suddenly from a heart attack when I was 12, right in front of my brother (then 8 years old) and I. And similarly, my mom didn’t have a job, or a college degree. Of course, we didn’t live in a community anything like Agrestic, nor did we have some crazy uncle move in with us. It sure has made me think more about how in the world my mom did manage to keep everything together though.
Anyway, I can’t get Little Boxes out my head for the life of me. We watched about a million episodes so far this weekend, so I’m pretty sure it’s stuck there for an eternity at least. It amuses me how they’ve started having a different artist perform the song every episode. It doesn’t matter how many other versions I hear, the original with Malvina’s lovely voice, is what is engraved in my brain.
Ugh.
