What John Winchester Bequeathed to his Sons

 The longer I watch SPN, the longer I believe that John Winchester gave his sons two parts of his personality, and divided it, the good and the bad, between them. Below is a poem (a rather prosy poem? i think it's a poem? I am determinedly NOT checking to see how close I got to iambic pentameter) 

Definite SPOILERS through S2.01 and rather vague spoilers through...S5? Really really vague. I will resist the rambling commentary until I can maybe make it less rambling.

What John Winchester Bequeathed to his Sons

( He never could multitask. To love his sons and love his hate in the same breath was beyond him. )

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Family happiness and TV

Like most dinners Mom, Dad and I get to share together, tonight's (tacos! crunch crunch, yum) was characterized by cheerful bickering ("I'm not nagging. If you WANT me to nag, I can.") and a mild buzz from bottled margarita mix (note: it's not always margarita mix. Most memorable was the time we had a huge bottle of wine that neither of my parents enjoyed because it was too sweet. So, not to be wasteful, I shouldered the burden of finishing it myself...This theory of waste not, want not also applies to boxes of cookies and the last of the pudding. Less cheerfully to the last bag of carrots).

We are currently watching Robin Hood (the one that appears on PBS). We usually spend evenings we have together watching some form of show (a big reason that I don't watch SPN unless they are gone. When we are together I don't want to burn our alone time watching a show that they are indifferent too.

Robin Hood is nice because it actually comes in. We get a total of some 12 channels when the wind blows correctly (we get digital TV through the air. Digital TV which travel about 15 miles and we live about 15.5 miles away from the closest transmitter. And just in case you don't know, digital TV that is not quite coming in is fairly useless, with the skipping and the digitalization and the image pausing dramatically and never quite starting again. Whereas analog, even when it was failing tended to give you something you could watch and still catch the plot. We watched The Mentalist the other day, got through the whole thing, and still couldn't tell you exactly what happened. Very irritating times) but thankfully PBS is one of the channels that comes in fairly reliably (CW has also been very good. A nice thing for my nerves).

( Quotes from "Robin Hood" )

Good night. And now I am reading a romance novel. And can't seem to stop, even though my wake-up time is in...just under 7 hours? Alas.