I’m not a big TV watcher, and there are very few programs I’ve watched on a regular basis. Lately, Foyle’s War and Midsomer Murders are about the only ones. But like so many other people, I was addicted to Downton Abbey. When they killed off Dan Stevens, however, I almost gave up on the series. I’ve never been so upset over an episode on TV (A fictional episode, that is). I thought of sending certified letters to the producers, or standing outside their office doors with protest signs — anything, to bring Dan Stevens back to life. Alas, I had to get over it.
So, I was ecstatic to see him brought back to life in The Man who Invented Christmas. (Whatever else he’s been in between Downton Abbey and The Mans who . . . has passed me by.) This was the perfect movie for pre-Christmas week: entertaining, colorful, reminiscent of the good things about Christmas, and . . . . DAN STEVENS!
My house that is! Years ago (maybe about a century, it seems), I vacuumed daily, cleaned the bathrooms daily, polished furniture upstairs one day and down the next, polished silver once a week . . . Maybe I was a little crazy. My house now looks like Miss Havisham’s with spider webs draped on and under everything. Spiders crawl around unimpeded by the besieged owner of this property, brazen in the knowledge that I no longer care, and that I’m no threat to their industry. Carry on spiders! I have more important things to do now. Books to write, stories to read, movies to see, wine to drink, cake to eat, and friends to entertain and be entertained by.
My life took an exciting turn when I left my teaching job in Pennsylvania to be Head of Library at the Learning Center School of Qatar Foundation.
I lived in Qatar for eight years, traveling during every vacation, and enjoying the experience of living in a different culture. Recently, I returned to the United States.