Monday Morning

This is the extent to which I am even speaking to the blog.  I am taking it back to the basics of the invention.  A journal.  No one is reading, and I have lost my soul, as it were.  I wrote because I loved it.  I read because I loved finding out there were people who were thinking about the same things I do.

I got all confused with writing to please a reader.  So they would come back.  Then I thought  I’d monetize.  But before I got to that I thought I’d participate with sponsors.  I am not good.  I am bad at it.  I freeze.

I guest posted.  I guess I did that wrong,too.  I think I was supposed to bust it out on social media more than I did. I didn’t hear back from them.

At this point, it’s hard to remember why I’m blogging. My delight went somewhere.  The blog is going back to basics.

THIS IS WHO I AM AND THIS IS WHAT’S GOING ON:

After a big weekend, we are “at the school table”.  Inexplicably, I have known the answer to the questions, today.  The questions are seldom content based, but rather, a distraction from getting down to business(Touchdown “*Bleep*ville Twist-offs!).

There is only one orthodontist appointment, this week.  Only three scheduled in the next month; including surgery.

One child has decided what she wants to study for life!!!  Victory!  The week before, she was planning to live off mom and dad until a pop star or Small British Olympian swept her off her feet.  (Hard to do when they’re propped up on the couch.)  She wants to be a foreign language translator and is planning to study French, Spanish, and Chinese.  Which is awesome.

Over the weekend, we still had peaches from our trip to the roadside stand and needed to use them before they spoiled.  We made a cobbler and some preserves.

Future foreign language interpreter peeling peaches.

Add sugar and pectin.

Let sit 12-18 hours.  Cook down.  Pour boiling mixture into prepared jars. Cook in hot water bath boiling 15 minutes.

Caution: the recipe said it yielded 7 half pints. Try 11 and a half.

Again, a lot easier than I would have thought.

We had more peaches even than that, so the sister, who didn’t work on the preserves because she was mowing the whole yard* by herself for the first time, showered and made a peach cobbler that we shared with our small group yesterday.  It didn’t get a photo.  Sorry, but it just would have made your mouth water.  So, it’s probably for the best.

 

 

* Mickey is in a boot, so someone was going to have to step up and she did.

 

 

 

Just Slip This Into the Anglo-File

You know, I’m susceptible to the charms of English culture.  If we were into labels, we might call me an Anglophile.

In the early 90s, I used to sit in the wingback, sipping tea.  While BBC on PBS laughed at itself on TV, I could watch the dirty, little city washed in slow rain through the bay window.  The children took all that quiet time on Saturday night away.

I like tea (For awhile it was a big deal.  Like tea rooms and throwing “teas” instead of showers, receptions, or brunches.). It’s some comfort in a cup.

Add in boy bands, li’l divers, and Olympic coverage.

Add We-only-got-an-episode-and-a-half-of-Downton-Abbey-before-the-end-of-the-season-Whatemahgondoo?

Add That Great Movie We Saw On Our Anniversary.

And this:

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Sherlock Holmes. Set in “Of the moment” London, some of the original titles and a multitude of details of the original stories are included in edge-of-your-seat, hour-long mysteries.  The final episode of the second season is to be continued…  IN 2013!

There is a sleek, post-modern, coldness about the visual.  Probably intended to convey some theme-driven effect.  Whatever.  The stories are engaging.  The twists and turns, totally unpredictable (Mostly).  This is the first time I’ve seen Benedict Cumberbatch, who plays Sherlock, but my girls were familiar with his work(???).   Dr. Watson is played by Martin Freeman, who’ll play Bilbo Baggins in The Hobbit.

It seems there is controversy about Cumberbatch’s appearance.  Some think he’s handsome and some don’t.  Initially, I found him unattractive.  But he just kept talking.

And talking.

It’s an extremely sexy show.  Not because stories are about sex (except the one, amazing, do-NOT-let-your-children-watch-it episode*), but because the script is razor sharp.  It takes my logophilic breath away.

“What did he say? Go back!Go back!Go back!Go back!”

Yes, the family gets tired of my shtick.  But it’s so…

Smart.

Brits!!!  What makes them so terribly…just so?

All the tea?

What are you looking forward to the next season’s shows?

 

*there is another episode where there are short moments of snarling dogs.  I’d use caution with allowing smaller kids around the TV.  They won’t be getting story, but the images might disturb.

The story about sex has a scene where the actress is completely naked, shown from behind or from the front, seated and placing her riding crop strategically.  Our most conservative friend enjoyed it.

A Good Time Was Had By All

As previously harped on mentioned, yesterday was our 21st Anniversary.

In view of the fact that we just bought a car, there are no big reveals of any other gifts.  I am still trying to figure out the phone thing.  Our early termination fees with our current carrier are absurd.  The good news, though, is that this week the Divas got caught in a stunt so devastatingly stupid, they are in a cultural lockdown so severe that they will wear their house arrest ankle monitors to their kids’ kindergarten graduations.  So, I won’t feel pressure to get in a hurry to deliver the new, the sparkly, and the modern.  If they are lucky, they might get to share one of Mickey’s and my old ones.

I’ll give you a hint:  “She only said we couldn’t have Facebook.”

Delightfully Ironic, No?

Last year, it wasn’t possible to observe our tradition of going to this steak house.  This year, a gift card mini-bonus from work made it freaking free.  We tipped the heck out of our waitress.  She was all like,”THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!”

Mickey swears he saw one of the other servers take a drink from the water pitcher.

They gave us a dessert because it was our anniversary. Red velvet.

I don’t have as much of a food hangover as I thought I would.

The second plank of the celebration is the traditional…movie.  Yes, we are this creative.

It was great.  That’s saying a lot, because we aren’t good movie pickers. It was showing at the theater where they show the long-haired, artsy stuff.  Of course, we’d never been there before.

We saw:

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

Who’ll love it?

Anglophiles.  I love my tea.  I have been watching the BBC in America series-es on PBS since Bendict Cumberbatch was in grade school.  I’m as horrified by the destruction of the language as the Queen.  I would move.

People who get an aging joke.  This is a story about older people living life.  If you laugh at older people instead of with them, skip it.

Anyone whose favorite candy is Eye-candy.  Beautifully filmed.  By thinking people.  India.  Light and angle are almost characters in the movie.

Word junkies.  Love a phrase well-turned or a story well-told?  Get up. Go. Right now.

Not kids.  This is a grown-ups talking movie.   The sex is implied.  The people are old.  The story is excellent.  Zero special effects.

Who’s in it?

You’ll recognize Dev Patel, from Slumdog Millionaire; Judi Dench, from quite an awful lot of too many things to list, and Maggie Smith, most recently from Downton Abbey, but also from…everything.  A few of the other actors seemed familiar, but most because I’ve seen them a little bit, a lot of times on PBS.

While I highly recommend seeing it in a theater, it would make a rainy Saturday Night in November with a cup of good tea–extremely luxurious.

Disclosure: There were significantly less than 20 people in the theater and Mickey and I brought the average age down by, euh… 25 years or so.  One woman helped her husband to his seat.  As you know, older people keep the best stuff for themselves and enjoy it when younger people aren’t around. A lot.

 

 

 

 

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