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Enchantment


My husband tried to show me several different options for rental homes as he prepared to book our trip to New Mexico, but once I saw the log cabin with the mountain view and hot tub out back, I pushed the computer right back onto his lap. โ€œThat is my dream house!โ€ I declared. โ€œWhy would we stay anywhere else? Hell, letโ€™s move there! Can you ask if the owner wants to sell?โ€

When you know, you know, and if thereโ€™s one thing Iโ€™ve discovered about myself in the 22 years since I moved to Pennsylvania โ€” I mean, other than the fact that I cannot f*ck with alcohol โ€” and married a man from the Pocono region, it is that I am 100% a mountain girl. Mountains >> The Shore all day, every day. Give me crisp, dry air, tall trees, big rocks, wide open skies where you can see all the stars, and peace and quiet with as few people as possibleโ€ฆ.

And roosters crowing in the distance just before dawn. ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŒ… Iโ€™m adding that one after our recent visit to the โ€œLand of Enchantment,โ€ because the chorus of cock-a-doodle-doos that accompanied my morning coffee breaks and yoga sessions on the deck of the cabin made the whole โ€œretreat from realityโ€ experience all the more enchanting.

I caught a few of them in this audio clip:

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Addiction

Youโ€™re my brother, and I love you, but youโ€™re like an alcoholic who refuses to admit heโ€™s got a problem.

Chuck McGill, to Jimmy/Saul/Gene in โ€œBetter Call Saulโ€

My ears immediately perked when I heard those words, as they do at every mention of alcoholism in any form of entertainment. Michael McKean spoke the line midway through Season 2 of AMCโ€™s glorious โ€œBreaking Badโ€ spinoff, and from that point on, I couldnโ€™t help but see my favorite TV series as a story of untreated addiction.

The Saul Goodman saga feels all the more meaningful to me, because Chuckโ€™s comparison makes so much sense. Seeing the showโ€™s protagonist, a complex antihero played by comic genius/action star/fellow Chicagoan Bob Odenkirk, as a man entrenched in addiction and unable to find his way into recovery, has helped me to understand, if not excuse, his behavior.

Itโ€™s easy to embrace Saul, ugly warts and all, as one of the most endearing crooks in the history of fiction. On a deeper level, and this is a credit to the showโ€™s tremendous writing, I can see why heโ€™s so reckless, why his โ€œacting outโ€ frequently goes over the top, and why he seems hell-bent on hurtling toward a tragic end.

Thatโ€™s what addicts do; they chase their fix at any cost, rationalizing every insane/immoral decision as they slip farther and farther down the spiral toward a final โ€œrock bottomโ€ that they canโ€™t โ€” or wonโ€™t โ€” see coming.

I mean, thatโ€™s pretty much what I did.

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