Mid-winter, the thought hit me that maybe I could finish every episode before deployment’s end. This was a doable goal! My daughters sometimes joined me and together we yelled at Rory not to let Dean go (“Don’t let him go! Jess is bad news!”).
I wondered what Lorelai could possibly see in irresponsible, drifty Christopher.
I hoped that she and Luke would FINALLY get together.
And who wouldn’t want a best friend like Sookie?
Over the holidays, the kids and I traveled to visit family and make my son’s initial college visits, so Gilmore Girls had to be set aside for a time. However, I resumed my regimen on return.
An insomniac by nature, those late-night hours weren’t wasted staring at the ceiling or worrying over the latest internet news on my husband’s location–darned if I didn’t want to find out whether or not Paris Geller and Rory made it into Harvard.
By the time Rory left for college and took up with That Cad Logan (I never did trust his eyes), it was beginning to look a bit like springtime in Europe. It was also around this time that my son informed me that he would no longer be my courier, as the video employees had taken to calling him “The Gilmore Guy”.
Gilmore Girl-watching hit a bit of a bump as I organized paperwork and packed out the house for an overseas move alone.
And, as I watched our household goods bounce away on a rickety truck (that was no 18-wheeler, I tell you), little did I know that within 48 hours our orders would completely change and I would find myself at the TMO office in tears, holding our new orders and power of attorney and uttering the desperate words: “Help, please.”
Still, duplicate paperwork notwithstanding, I had 20 episodes left. I’d made it this far.
Could I see it through?
I realized that I might actually finish. Every. Single. Episode.
All seven seasons! HERE was something I could finish, by golly!
