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ON MY WAY TO THE CASTLE

 

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Two months of big (Oscar countdown) and small screen bliss, amazement, annoyance…engagement. First it is that time of year, the time of year, last time of year for Downton Abbey. Cannot remember being this sad about a show ending. Ever. Like millions of intelligent sensitive wise nostalgic and addicted people, I am a die-hard DA fan. Why? There is nothing new to say about DA addiction but—for me—it’s all about the historical drama; and those great characters…every single one of them powerful and unique and full of British Character with just bit of a flaw or two to keep them relatable; and that intriguing mix of the beautiful and grand and the ordinary and tragic. I. Love. Downton. Abbey. Love.

This evening I’ll make some little toasts with butter and the Downton Abbey orange marmalade my friend Susanna gave me for Christmas. I’ll brew a cup of Earl Grey. And pull my chair up very close to the TV so as not to miss a single word or gesture…♯♫…It’s Downton Abbey Time…♫♯

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OCTOBER 9, 2015. STARBUCKS AND FRIDAY AND ME.

COFFEE, CROISSANT AND A MAP IN THE BACKGROUND. WHAT ELSE MATTERS!

COFFEE, CROISSANT AND A MAP IN THE BACKGROUND. WHAT ELSE MATTERS!

As a general thing…life is good. Must take some hours away from the big world and focus on the addictive pleasure of a venti non-fat latte and warm chocolate croissant. And the reality of Friday with a writing weekend ahead. And river walks. No Republicans and guns allowed. Maybe I’ll start my project of watching all of “Downton Abbey” before the last season in January or just continue with “The Americans” to remind me of how much I liked Russia. Really. I did. Just ordered some great new Russian histories.

Turns out it’s all about me then…and good coffee.

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