Rich, famous, infamous or destitute
What a day it has been. Consider a ride on a merry-go-round, or a roller coaster, or one of those combo affairs: a Tilt-a-Whirl? Not sure, but one of those contraptions that causes dizziness. Today was binge day, for the final season of Downton Abbey. A sixth season, where my hopes of having the servants assist in the dressing for dinner never faltered.
No, really. Good entertainment, with nary a hint of a laugh track. American TV could learn so much. And not having the usual brain breaks for advertising made the day much easier on everyone. I’m not given to spoiler alerts; suffice to say that there were no shocks, and the whole business came to a tidy end, in the midnight hour, with much joy and clinking of wine glasses. Like in real life, what.
Now our own lives must continue. No need to wonder if we’d be happier if we were rich or famous. Or, forbid, infamous or destitute. The vicarious lifestyle – all gain, no pain. And I’m sure those familiar faces will find something else to do, albeit with less gaudy garments.
Our local UPS man stopped by, with wishes for the new year and a treat for the dog. Door-to-door service with a personal touch. Even the dog now accepts to sit and be pampered, while we receive the things we need. (fondue forks?) I have to salute the genius folk at Amazon, who seem to have just about everything on our want list. (fondue forks??) There are still other firms that try to capture our loyalty, but the bids on eBay have lessened.
