what do you do those evenings instead of watch the show you like so much? Obviously, you can watch another show. I've followed Mad Men since early in its history (had to play catch up with that first season) and the crazy cable system of off-kilter (at least for us old-timers) serial seasons continues to frustrate me. Yeah, it's just too bad.
A friend urges me to watch The Prisoner which follows in the Mad Men slot. I may try it; I respect this person's point of view on many things so he could be right about this. Sci-Fi is not a genre I would usually choose, but maybe it's worth a shot.
And there's always that good, old-fashioned, reliable 'read a book' choice. Between a book club, other books on my 'to read' list, couple of fav TV shows, and movies from Netflix, it's not like I have to sit in the dark and twiddle my thumbs.
I grew up many, many years ago in a society that did not offer ubiquitous, never-ending entertainment. I was expected to amuse myself, and the adults in my world tried to teach me things that would do that. I was too silly to learn to sew, or to play guitar (oh, yeah, those things were available), but I did like reading. And cooking, only I thought I was clever enough to create things, as in without instructions. Never will forget the time Mama found me in the kitchen making chocolate soup, not that I meant for it to be soup. That's when I learned that cakes require flour and some other stuff in addition to cocoa and sugar. Another example of my not paying attention, but I learned that lesson that time.
Mama did all the sewing, could construct just about any type garment. I'd pick out a picture of a dress, or blouse, or skirt (back when girls did NOT wear slacks and certainly not jeans) and she'd cut a pattern out of newspaper, we'd pick out some fabric and she'd make it. That's beyond my comprehension and way past my ability. I did learn to sew, but at a very minimal level. She and I would trade: she'd make my garment and I'd make dinner. Poor Daddy ate some poorly prepared meals while I was getting new clothes. But eventually I learned to cook decently.
How fortunate for me that they would endure my foolishness and ignorance. I can prepare a meal I'm not ashamed of; I can sew something simple; and I have a real appreciation for words I learned from Mama. AND I got a sarcastic nature from a woman who used it quite well. Like when she was pouring out chocolate soup or trying to eat rubber pork chops.
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