After many, many years putting it off, I am finally reading Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen’s wit, plot line, character development and use of the language is challenging my lazy brain. I have spent so many years skimming over internet junk, reading the highlights of blogs, watching movies while trolling Pinterest or Instagram, my brain is lazy. It wants the quick hits of dopamine, not the toil of paying attention and encounters with new words.
But there is a lady in my life whom I love most dearly. She adores this book and has read it more times than she can count. Because of her, I am working my way through the chapters. Our daughter with her quick wit and brilliant mind continues to challenge me to reach further and not be lazy. It is for her, I am toiling.
I plan to watch at least one movie version of the story when I am finished. I will try to see her recommended one. I am considering getting Cliff Notes or Spark(?) to go along with my reading. Perhaps it would help me appreciate the appeal of the book and the story turned into cinema more fully.
I think the thing I am struggling with is how rude nearly every character seems. I have my moments of speaking inappropriately, but they are usually accidental due to my not paying attention to the scene I am involved with. To be openly and deliberately rude continuously would have my mother out of her grave pinching the mess out of me.
I have said before I wished sometimes for Julia Sugarbaker’s ability to tell someone off, but in reality, I fear my mother more. She has been long gone, but her voice still comes to me letting me know when something is “tacky” or “ugly”. To act or speak in such a way would get “the look” or when I was smaller, “the pinch”. And to acknowledge I had been pinched would have been certain death. Or at least, I thought so.
My mother never mistreated us at all, but never allowed us to act out and embarrass her, either. We had a certain quality called respect for our mothers. Our children have it, too. Don’t say anything negative about the younger generations around me. There were as many smart mouths in my childhood as now and just as many fine, respectful young people now as then.
Good night, somebody kick this soap box out from under me! About this book I am reading, I will likely fall in love with it, too. Right now, it is as annoying as Mr. Darcy!!
This past weekend was a whirlwind! We got up and went to my brother’s to have a short visit for his birthday. Then on to the party place to give the older Duchess a birthday present and get hugs. The younger Duchess was at both parties. Double blessings. Next, we rode out to Montgomery to a spectacular venue for a fairy tale wedding. Our life long friends’ son wed his beloved. Everything was lovely. The men all looked handsome in their suits. My girlfriend looked spectacular in her navy evening gown and made a wonderful showing dancing with her son. We all teared up watching. It was more touching than the bride and her father dancing.
Rock and I had an adventure riding home. Following the google map in the dark along unfamiliar back roads. We stopped to eat at Whataburger in Livingston in our evening attire. He had shed his coat and tie, but was still gorgeous in his red shirt. We enjoyed our time to visit with each other while riding all over the place capturing moments with very important people.
Sunday, I cooked turkey and dressing, dumplings and all for a belated Thanksgiving meal. We ended up only having all the girls. The Duchesses and their mothers. Their daddies couldn’t attend. The girls play well together for the most part. They are very loud when they get going at times. Running and screaming through the house.
I have a set of china that was a gift to my parents from my maternal grandmother. I don’t know how she afforded it, but there are twelve place settings and some side pieces. I always use it for Thanksgiving. I want the children to have memories of it when I am gone and they are old.
We serve ourselves buffet style. I’ve never really tried boarding house style. Think the Walton’s or the Picket House. All the food in serving bowls on the table being passed around. I think I would like it and I certainly have the bowls for it. Maybe we can give it a trial run in the spring.
Christmas is usually a casual arrangement of hors d’oeuvres and sandwich trays. Platters of cookies and a few pies make dessert. Throwaway plates are the usual for that day. Shooting and opening gifts are the main events for Christmas Eve. Though I would be in serious trouble if I didn’t serve Cheese Torte and Ham Rolls.
I have waited till this week to start on Christmas decorating. I got the tree out of the closet. It’s still in the box. I should have everything done up by Friday. I hope I have enough working lights to go around. I want to have it done by then because I should have a Duchess over to spend some time with me. One this weekend and one another. I like the private times I have with each of them. Time to give each my undivided attention. And to get some undivided attention. Grannies need to feel loved by their grands. So do Paw Paws.
In this season of festivities, I will make time to be quiet with as many of the ones I hold dearest as possible. Yes, we will play and feast and have a ball. But we will connect more deeply, too. If we make it a point to do so. Intention is the word currently in fashion. It is an idea that should never be out of fashion.