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Life in a post-Downton world

“Edith dear, you’re a woman with a brain and reasonable ability. Stop whining and find something to do.” ~Lady Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham

I am now living in a Post-Downton Abbey Season 3 world. Sigh.

No more Lady Violet zingers. No more Bates and Anna. No more dressing for dinner when the gong sounds. No more Thomas and O’Brien.

It hurts me. Real bad.

I heart Lady Grantham.


I watched the season finale with great anticipation and great sadness. Couldn’t wait for it…and then didn’t want it to be over. For those of you who have seen it, and who are as obsessed as I am, you surely understand what I am saying.

Suffice it to say, I did NOT love how they wrapped things up for us in the finale. And I am perturbed that I have to wait a whole year (well, close enough) to see how they tidy it all up for me. Well, they can’t make it right for me, but I am sure Mr. Fellowes has something up his sleeve to make me feel better about how he left me hanging on Sunday night. (Shame on you, Julian!)

Which leads me to this: how will I spend my Sunday night TV watching time?

Why, thanks for asking.

I alluded to my Walking Dead couch-fest a couple of weeks ago.

That’s right. Don’t judge me, people.

I think it will fill the spot nicely.

But can you imagine two more diametrically opposed shows? I know, I know. It seems really crazy that I could love them both.

On the one hand, we have everything proper—British Lords and Ladies, tea, biscuits, and fine costuming. On the other, we have, well, everything zombie apocalypse—dirt, survival, no personal hygiene, lots of running, and zombie killing. And a somehow never-ending supply of ammo. That one boggles me.

But what draws me to these programs? I guess, as I see it, it is that the bottom lines are the same in each—they are both still, at their core, about relationships and people taking care of each other and doing life together. I mean, look beyond the premise. Maybe you’ll agree. Maybe not, but that’s how I see it.

So, for now, I have my Sunday nights covered. At least until the end of March, anyway.

How are y’all filling your post-Downton time?

“The pain doesn’t go away. You just make room for it.” ~Andrea, The Walking Dead


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Monsoon, Day 2

“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.  This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.”  ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons

While I *should* be doing dishes or laundry of prepping for this week’s lessons at the co-op, I am sitting here sipping my Earl Gray and catching up on email and Twitter. Meanwhile, Emma has already been dropped at school and Jacob has yet to drag himself out of bed so we can get cracking on our school day.

Frankly, I can hardly blame him.

The much needed and yet, really annoying, rain that has been falling for more than 24 hours kinda makes you want to stay in bed and sleep the day away. You may just call it really rainy, I call it monsoon. Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to. Whatevs.

These are the days that are made for snuggles, cocoa and old movies.

Yeah, not gonna happen. At least, not today.

As my friend Sweet Brown would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”

So, I call holler upstairs to Jacob and say, “Have you got your days and nights mixed up, boy??” “Time to get moving!”

And with that, I should get moving myself. Sigh.

By the way, Monsoon, Day 3 is headed my way tomorrow.

If you have not seen it, please enjoy my friend, Sweet Brown, because everybody’s got time for that:

Sweet Brown–Ain’t nobody got time for that.


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Windy Wordy Wednesday

Jacob got a big kick out of the local weatherman this morning when he stated that we should all be aware of possible tornadic conditions in our area today.

“Tornadic? Is that really a word?” My word-fascinated son wanted to know. And he then went on to repeat it about three or four times in a row. I told him it sounded legit to me. He chuckled.

SIDEBAR: He has always been fascinated by words and the sound of them. How they rolled off his tongue. I remember once when he was about 4 or 5 years old, I said the word “hippopotamus” and he began to laugh hysterically and repeat the word over and over. I asked him what was so funny and he told me that hippopotamus was a funny word. I couldn’t disagree, really. He had a point.

But back to the weatherman: he was not just kidding around this morning. And we are not really used to such tornadic conditions down here in South Cackalacky—at least not this time of year. Now, we can get down with a hurricane, but tornados? Not so much.

The wind has really been whipping around out there today. Gusts of 40+ mile per hour winds. We proceeded to secure the trampoline this afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of our last trampoline incident which occurred in Iowa back in April 2007.

In case you are not aware, Iowa City, our former home for 4 years, lies smack in the middle of what is called Tornado Alley. One April evening, I left my dear family at home while I ran up to our local Mom and Pop grocery store to pick up a few things. As I was shopping around inside, I began to hear rumblings from other customers (as well as rumblings of storming on the roof) about a tornado in the area. The next thing I knew, my groceries and I, and about 15 other people and their groceries, had been corralled up in the big walk-in chiller in the back of the store. (I grabbed a People magazine on the way back. I had no idea how long I would be there. I mean, a girl needs to be prepared!) I called my family to make sure they had gone to the neighbor’s basement, since we did not have one. They had. So all there was left to do was wait.  And make a friend! Winking smile 

And wait we did. I can’t really recall how long we waited but I think it was in the neighborhood of an hour. Meanwhile, a tornado had touched down in the parking lot of the grocery store.

When the grocery store staff decided it was safe for us to leave, I checked out and made my way home. As I pulled up in the driveway, I noticed that one of our trees in the front yard was down and uprooted. Fortunately, it had chosen to fall away from the house. I unloaded my groceries, called the family and they came home.

Some time later that evening I walked to the back of the house and looked out the sliding glass doors. As I went to walk away, I did a double-take. (Think cartoonish and you will be right.)

“Where is the TRAMPOLINE!!” I said out loud to no one.

It was dark by now and I could not see where the trampoline was—except to know that it was not where I had left it when I went to the store. You could imagine my surprise.

So I enlisted the help of the Hub and the kids and we wandered out in the back yard. There were some other neighbors out and about as well who also helped look. Crazy to think we had to look for a trampoline, right? One would think this would not be a difficult item to find.

Well, we found it.

Mangled and enmeshed in the backyard chain link fence of a neighbor several houses away.

I am not exaggerating. Sadly, we took no pictures, but trust me when I say that we had to extract it piece-meal from the fence of these folks. Thank God they had a fence. Otherwise our trampoline would have landed smack dab in the middle of their living room! Can you say “lawsuit??” YIKES.

Let’s just say that we have learned to err on the side of caution when it comes to tying down the tramp, mmkay? Thankfully, the kids indulged me and were very helpful, as the the Hub was not home yet. Though after it was all said and done, Emma did say, “Do you feel better now, Mom?”

Yes. Yes I do. Thankyaverramuch!

“There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters? Over that I have complete control.” ~Leo F. Buscaglia

*original photo credit: turtlegirl101


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