Episode 156 : Day 1, Year 2

Frasier: Do you realize that today marks a year since I moved here from Boston?

Last year, after the fourth anniversary of the MBMC, I moved to Bangalore, my bike resembling an overloaded mule.

And it is time to move again. Not to another city, but to another location in the city. To a bigger place, and one step closer to the ideal home home I have in mind.

Frasier: You think she's kidding, don't you? You know, I think about Roz's life and it makes me wonder about my own. I haven't been exactly burning up the social scene lately.
Niles: You'll find somebody.
Frasier: But what if I don't? What if I end up old and alone? I just might have to buy a funny little dog and move in With Frederick. I guess I don't need to worry about that for a while.
Niles: No, Frederick should start worrying about it. In the meantime, you might want to answer my ever-more-tedious original question. Are you happy?

I had been asking myself this question for some time now. I cannot say with certainty that I am happy. Nor can I say with certainty that I am unhappy.

Waitress: Zimbabwe, decaf, non-fat milk, no cinnamon in sight. Now - ARE YOU HAPPY?
Frasier: [answering Niles's question] You know, in the greater scheme... yes, I'd say I am.

I guess I am still there where I was a few months ago. Contented, but not overwhelmingly so.

Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry. It's just this thing with my father and this, this person he wants to hire. I thought I'd started my life with a clean slate. I had picture of what it was going to be like, and then, I don't know...
Roz: Ever heard of Lupe Velez?
Frasier: Who?
Roz: Lupe Velez, the movie star in the '30s. Well, her career hit the skids, so she decided she'd make one final stab at immortality. She figured if she couldn't be remembered for her movies, she'd be remembered for the way she died. And all Lupe wanted was to be remembered. So, she plans this lavish suicide- flowers, candles, silk sheets, white satin gown, full hair and makeup, the works. She takes the overdose of pills, lays on the bed, and imagines how beautiful she's going to look on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper. Unfortunately, the pills don't sit well with the enchilada combo plate she sadly chose as her last meal. She stumbles to the bathroom, trips and goes head-first into the toilet, and that's how they found her.
Frasier: Is there a reason you're telling me this story?
Roz: Yes. Even though things may not happen like we planned, they can work out anyway.

And sometimes, some lines console you offer hope when you least expect them to.