As a little girl, one of my favorite shows on television was Little House on the Prairie. It happens to be on again in syndication on the INSP channel. The channel also shows reruns of The Waltons, Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman and inspirational movies. There is such an innocence in these shows. So many good morals. Dave and I are addicted to Little House. Even though we have seen every episode, we still watch them again and again. As I write this, “The Camp Out” one of the earlier episodes is on.
Over the summer I was watching a marathon of Orange is the New Black – quite possibly the complete opposite of wholesome and innocent. Now I am stuck on a Little House marathon.
My kids won’t watch it – not even when they were younger. I can’t even think of a children’s show that’s on the air today that could compare to it. That’s just too bad.
Did you watch Little House? Did you read the books? I always loved Mary Ingalls. Dave’s favorite was Mr. Olsen. Who was yours?
Occasionally I participate in a blog share called Five Minute Friday. I check out the word of the week in the morning and think about it during my day wondering if it something I could find something to write about. Today’s word is FILL. Right away, I thought it was a week I would skip. I had no idea what to write about fill that would be interesting enough to share on my blog.
I got home from the last day of Camp Maple and Dave and I decided to watch an episode of Orange is the New Black. I am still catching up and loving every episode!! The doorbell rang while we were watching, which is odd for the middle of the day. It was a man from the US Census Bureau. Last year we were chosen to fill out a survey that has turned into a much bigger project than we had thought. Now we are on a list where we get surveyed in person a few times a year. Not a big deal, not a lot of time but I don’t always know when they are coming. Now when they show up at our door, the surveyor fills in the survey at our dining room table as he asks us all of the questions.
As the man entered our home, the first thing he saw was our door mat which says, “A shelter dog rescued this family.” He stepped backwards, his eyes filled with fear saying, “You have a dog? I am afraid of dogs.” I pointed at Emmy Lou, who was sleeping on her favorite pillow on the floor. He wouldn’t even look her way. Dave told him, “She’s nothing but 17 pounds of sleep.” He was still very apprehensive and I really think he wanted to do this another time but I told him that he was lucky to have us both home at the same time and this would be the best time to do it. He very hesitantly entered the living room. Emmy didn’t move a muscle. She continued to sleep, obviously not a guard dog!
I led the man into the room to go to the dining room and again told him not to worry at all about her because she was very indifferent to people and would probably never leave the pillow. He refused to walk past her pillow asking instead to walk through the kitchen and around to the other entrance to the dining room. As we sat there filling out the survey, he kept jumping in his seat telling me that he thought he heard the dog. Of course, Emmy hadn’t left her spot.
It probably took about thirty minutes total to fill the entire survey. He was a nice guy and had finally been able to calm his nerves a bit. We even found out through a bit of chit-chat that he lives in the same apartment building as my brother and even knew who he was, calling him “Chip the hockey guy.” Small world. He left without saying goodbye to Emmy Lou, but we got the survey filled out and I got a story to share because of it.
I guess if there is one thing I could say is an advantage of summer break, it would be catching up on everything. I have read some books, went through files, organized closets and drawers and most recently, gotten hooked on a television show that everyone has been talking about. Orange is the New Black.
I am not sure if this is a good thing or not. I have two seasons to catch up on and that is twenty-five, fifty minute episodes. Although I love television, I am not one to sit in front of it for hours at a time. I like to be busy. I like to be active. My mom used to tell me I had ants in my pants because I wouldn’t sit still. I am still that way. Yet, I watched one episode and got reeled in. I knew this would be a show that Dave would like to so I had him watch the first episode as well and now we are both addicted. Since Thursday,we have watched ten episodes. Nearly TEN hours of television!!! This is so unlike me. There are so many other things I
could should be doing. With each episode I think, “if it is a bad one, I will stop watching.” Instead, I am becoming engrossed in the story lines, the character development. The plot keeps getting better and better! I am becoming an addict! I don’t remember ever being so engrossed to a series and even then, I didn’t have Netflix so I couldn’t just sit and watch a marathon of episodes! Being able to watch episode after episode without having to wait a week between each is awesome….or maybe a curse!
Dave and I promised each other that we would not watch episodes without each other so that we’d be in the same place. That makes it feel even more like an addiction, as I sit here waiting for him to get home from his soccer game just so we can watch at lease one before I go to bed. My normal early bedtime has gotten later and later with each night! I have plenty of days left during Summer Break, so I know I can catch up. Then, I will watch it they way it was intended to be watched and just see one episode a week. That I can handle.