Nazrax

Sci-fi rewatch
I'm reading a rewatch on tor.com by "krad" of some scifi show that seems kind of familiar. It has some characters I recognize, including Stargate's Jack O'Neil and Carter and Galaxy Quest's Fred Kwan. krad likes the early seasons, but says it kind of goes off the rails in later seasons.


At my parents'
I'm with my family at my parents' house. It's a raised ranch [like we had when I was a kid], and we're all downstairs. My older son is sitting at a table playing a game about pterodactyls while the rest of us are mingling.

Now I'm heading upstairs. Near the top of the first flight, the stairs become incredibly narrow - maybe six inches - and I remember moving the wall to make space for whatever's on the other side, but I don't remember it being THIS tight. I can see my sloppy drywall work near the corner. I'm almost through, but I'm stuck, with both walls pressing on my upper chest. I should be able to use my arms to pull me past the sticking point - I'm not *that* stuck - but for reasons I don't understand, I can't seem to get my arms out. The only reason I can think of is that bending them is flexing my muscles, making them too big. I try to straighten them out and finally manage to get them out. I feel so weak, like I've already exerted myself a great deal. My stepfather is coming up behind me and asks if I need help, but since I've got my arms free I tell him I think I'm OK, I'm just really tired from doing <something> earlier in the day, and manage to pull myself free. I don't understand how my parents can use those stairs, since I have a fairly small frame and my stepfather is a lot taller and a bit wider than I am.

Now we're all upstairs. I'm helping Mom dish up. My son is asking us if we want to play his game, and I decline since it's almost dinner time. I do a quick headcount and realize my third daughter isn't here, then I catch sight of her out a window. I'm going to call to her, but then I realize she's already coming inside. I wonder where we're all going to sit, but Mom says to sit anywhere we like. I hate open-ended stuff like that, but before I say anything else she tells us that she and her husband are going to be sitting in the recliners in the family room, so I feel better.