Watching tv as a family can be difficult. Not everyone likes the same things. Sean would watch soccer all day if it were on all day. Even if it were games that he had already seen and knew the outcome. And Scott and Stephan will zap around for a good hour lookking at two or three things at the same time – even when there is nothing on. But there are certain tv programs that we like to watch together. Sean reminds us that it is about to come on. Shirley gets a video to copy it if someone is not there. And we all enjoy it. Monk is one of those shows.
I don’t know if you know this show. The title song alone is worth turning it on – Randy Newman knows how to write. Adrian Monk is an obsessive compulsive (former) detective who solves cases by observing and thinking (a bit like Agatha Christie’s Belgian detective, Poirot, without the mustache and food – which, come to think of it was pretty OC too). We like trying to figure out who did it, or how to catch them (don’t watch the first five minutes of the show if you don’t want to know who did it!). Monk (and his nurse and the police chief and the goofy detective) always gets his man (or woman), and along the way he and we learn some things about human nature.
I think what we like so much about the show is that no matter how flawed Monk is, he still struggles with getting done what needs done. And boy does he struggle! And he makes the whole world around him struggle along just trying to put up with him. Makes me glad that there are other people out there who are frustrating to others – and survive. Glad that people love me too, almost as much as God does. “I could be wrong now – but I don’t think so!”
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