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Late to the Party at Downton Abbey

In case you’ve been under a rock, like I have been,  you may have missed watching the highly acclaimed BBC series Downton Abbey.  I was probably watching my favorite reality show,  The Amazing Race on Sunday evenings while the rest of America and the UK were watching the first two seasons of Downton Abbey. Better late than never, I have finally caught on.  I heard about this series from several people, and read about it on a couple of blogs, including this one, so I decided to tune in and see what I have been missing. The problem was, I had to find out where I could watch the series. And by “watch” I mean, where I could watch the show, and how I could watch the show.

Where I could watch the show presented its own problem since Juan and I have been pushed out of watching TV in the family room. The television has been taken over by the  Nico and Diego and the X-Box. When the boys aren’t playing their games on the family TV, Olivia is either doing homework on the computer in the family room, or she has set the DVR to record multiple episodes of Criminal Minds, SNL, or Tattoo Nightmares.  I have decided it’s easier to watch TV shows on my computer rather than vie for TV time in the family room.

Actually, watching my favorite television shows on my computer is pretty efficient. I blew through the entire series of Game of Thrones in about 10 days, engrossed in the drama until the early morning hours. Now, I’m anxiously wating for Season 3 in March. But, that’s a whole other post.

Once I realized that I would have to watch Downton Abbey on my computer, I had to figure out how to watch it since Season One was no longer airing on PBS.  I found out that Season One was being streamed on Netflix. Perfect!  I just set up the show to stream on my computer. After streaming and watching the first episode of Downtown Abbey on Netflix, I was totally hooked.  I stayed up until 1:30 on a weeknight just so I could see what was going to happen with Hot Sister, Way Hot Sister, and The Other Sister. There are only seven one-hour episodes in Season One, so I watched the entire season in just two nights and a lunch hour.

Season Two presented a problem for me.  It was not available to stream on Netflix. Amazon had it for sale but I didn’t want to spend the money on the DVDs. I decided to upgrade my Netflix membership so that I could rent DVDs.  Christmas was extended for me when I opened the mailbox on January 2nd and saw that little red envelope containing three full hours of escape TV. As soon as I was able, (which basically meant after Diego went to bed), I put on my pajamas, borrowed Diego’s personal DVD player and a set of headphones, and went to my bedroom to begin watching Season Two. I was not disappointed, except when it was 2:00 a.m. and I realized that I finished watching the last episode on the DVD. I  would have to wait to receive the next three episodes in the mail.  I finally went to sleep, happy to be reunited with The Crawleys and all the drama going on downstairs with the house staff, but I was upset that I cheaped out and didn’t upgrade my Netflix membership so that I could rent more than one DVD at a time. Wah!

So, now I’m in a dilemma. Season Three starts tonight. TONIGHT! I still haven’t finished watching Episodes Four  through Seven of Season Two. My next DVD containing Episodes Four through Six should arrive on Monday. By my calculations I should be able to finish watching Season Two by Saturday. This means I can override the DVR’s scheduled recordings of Criminal Minds and Tattoo Nightmares, and set the DVR to record Episode One of Season Three, then watch it before Episode Two airs next Sunday. Are you still with me?

I don’t want any Downton Abbey spoilers, so I am putting myself in a media blackout. I realize this is completely a First World Problem, but, at least I’m not fixated on watching that other popular Showtime cable series.

Come to think of it, I am a whole season behind in Homeland. I guess I’ll have to catch up on that series when Netflix starts streaming it.

 

Are you a fan of Downton Abbey? Will you be watching tonight?

Sunday Offerings – Telling My Story

Last week I was asked to give a “witness” in my church, All Saints Pasadena.  For those of you who, like myself, did not grow up in a very charismatic church, (or any church for that matter),  a “witness” is when a member of the congregation gets up and [insert southern dialect here] testifies.  I learned about this a few years ago when Juan and I were asked to speak in front of our congregation.

Every October our church has  Stewardship season, a time when some of the church members begin telling their story about how they found All Saints Church and why they pledge money to support the church and its mission.  I heard a member say that talking about money and church used to make him uncomfortable.  I get that. I was uncomfortable at first too.  But, once I understood that supporting my church really does support its mission of love, inclusion and justice, I felt good about making a financial pledge.

I was also nervous about having to share my story. I struggled writing about what to say. I went through several drafts and still wasn’t happy with it. Then I met with Jamie, a woman from our church who is an acting coach. (Only in LA!) She is also a blessing. Not only did Jamie sense my discomfort with my material, she helped to draw out those parts of my speech which were personal, which really told my story. I scrapped 90% of what I’d written and went back to my computer. When I focused on the intimate part of my story, the words just flowed and I ended up with a draft which I liked. I met with Jamie again and this time as I read the words, I could not get through my story without choking up at certain parts. I thought that after a few rehearsals, I would be able to get through my witness without getting emotional during the church services, but I cried all three times.

In the end, even though it was a struggle to write, and re-write and then share my story in front of my congregation, it was really a blessing. I felt uplifted by my community, as they wept along with me,  appreciated my words and in the words of Sally Field, “liked me.” (This is LA, after all.)

 

 

Recalling 9/11/01- The Day in My Life

From the archives. A post from the 10 year anniversary of 9/11.

One of the often asked questions of my parents generation was, “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?”  I remember hearing my parents talk about where they were when they heard the news that the president was shot while riding in a motorcade.  The question for this generation will probably be, “Where were you when the planes struck the Twin Towers?” It was such a tragic moment in U.S. history,  that it’s not hard to remember where one was when they heard the awful news.

I was at home, getting ready for work. I was a single mom of a 3 year-old. I woke up early,  and as usual, tried to keep quiet around the house as I took my shower, made breakfast and got dressed, while I let Nico sleep as long as he could.  When he finally woke up I turned on the TV so that he could stay occupied while I made him breakfast,  and got his clothes together.  Shortly after  7:00 am pacific time, my phone rang. It was Juan. We had just started dating a few months earlier, so it wasn’t that unusual for him to call me in the mornings and say hello.  He seemed frustrated and asked me where I had been and why I hadn’t answered the phone.  There was an urgency in his voice. He told me to turn on the TV. By this time the planes had struck the first tower.  He told me he would be right over, that he was going to drop Erica  and Olivia off at their grandmother’s house. Olivia was in the 1st grade. It was her 6th birthday and she was supposed to have a pizza party at school that day, but Juan and Olivia’s mom decided not to send Olivia to school after all.

I hung up the phone and turned on the television, just after the South Tower collapsed.  Juan arrived at my house shortly after that. I wanted his company. I did not want to be alone. Nico was still watching television in the family room, while Juan and I watched the North Tower go down from a small television in my room.  We weren’t sure if we should report for work.  Our office has a command post to call for such emergencies. We called in and were told not to come into work because of the threat level.  Juan’s workplace was downtown, while mine was just outside the civic center.  We were riveted to the television, watching in disbelief what was happening. I had visited New York a couple of times and I loved the city.  I was a native Angeleno and I lived in Southern California all my life, however, at that moment, I was a New Yorker. I felt the horror that those in New York must have been experiencing.

NYC Skyline in 2000 - Twin Towers in the background.

On the ferry from LIberty Island in 2002. The Towers are no longer part of the skyline.

Juan and I sat there all morning, watching the television reports, reliving the horror of those planes crashing into the towers.  Around midday we realized that even though Olivia had not gone to school that day, her classmates were counting on their pizza party.  Juan decided to take the pizzas to Olivia’s school.  I went with him. It seemed surreal to be walking through a grocery store picking up a cake, plates and napkins and getting pizza, on a day that America was attacked.  We went to her school and had the party. Olivia and her classmates were totally unaware of what had happened. They were happy to have pizza and sing Happy Birthday to Olivia. Olivia, with her beaming smile, was happy to be the center of attention.  Juan quietly told me how sad it was that for the rest of her life her birthday would be shared with such a horrible event.

Olivia at her birthday pizza party on 9/11/01.

Olivia's 6th Birthday - 9/11/01

After her pizza party, Juan and I wanted to do something other than go home and watch more news reports.  But we didn’t know what to do.  We decided to to a local pub, to be around other people. The pub had some other customers, but it was eerily quiet. Of course, the television was on and we watched more news reports and replays of the planes colliding. At the end of the day we had to go about our routines, picking up kids from school and daycare, and getting ready for the next day at work.

New Yorkers were dealing with the aftermath.  The President came on TV and asked us to go about our business.  The next day I went to the office. I tried to get on with business as usual. My brother was getting married 4 days later.  The bride’s grandparents from Illinois couldn’t get a flight out to the wedding. Some of the wedding guests had to cancel or make other travel arrangements. The wedding went on anyway, but even during the ceremony the priest made reference to the week’s event.  Two days after the wedding Juan and I decided to take the kids to Disneyland. We thought those wedding guests from out-of-town would want to go too. It turned out that most guests wanted to return home. It seemed like everyone else stayed home too. Disneyland was almost empty.

Olivia and Erica get an autograph from Mary Poppins in an almost deserted Disneyland.

California Adventure nearly empty one week after 9/11/01

Ten years later I can still vividly recall the days events from September 11th.  It was a day that changed America, and a day which I will probably always remember. It’s a day we should never forget.

A cross where Twin Towers used to stand.

Where were you when you heard the news that a plane struck the Towers, the Pentagon, or crashed in a field in Shanksville?

The Ever-Shortening Days of Summer

It’s been a long time since my last post. In fact, it’s been almost two months! When I last blogged summer had not even officially begun. School had just ended. Nico and Erica had just graduated from 8th grade and said good-bye to the school and classmates they’d known since kindergarten. Olivia finished her finals and was sleeping away the first days of her summer vacation. I was on a weekend getaway with Juan and Diego to a quaint seaside town in Central California. Best of all I looked forward to the promise of Summer. The possibilities of long, lazy days, free from kids’ homework, sporting activities, and obligations. I looked ahead to warm evenings on my front porch sharing margaritas with my neighbors during impromptu happy hours, family dinners al fresco, and roasting marshmallows on our backyard fire pit. Most of all I looked forward to slowing down and being able to spend some of my evenings writing and savoring the ever lengthening daylight.

My last blog post was just before the summer solistice and the longest day of the year. As I enjoy the lengthening days, I tend to overlook the fact that what immediately follows the longest day of the year, is that the sun sets just a bit earlier, every day. Summer, known for it’s long light-filled days creeps its way to Fall with the light-filled days getting shorter and shorter. Summer days pick up speed as I soak in the warmth of July, and I am surprised by the arrival of August and its accompanying swealtering heat. I was as sad as Diego the other morning, as I drove him to summer day camp in the foothills of the Angeles forest, and he asked me how many more days did he left of summer vacation. When I did the calculations and told him just a little over 20, he replied wistfully, and almost tearfully, “Summer is going by just too fast.” I know Diego. Perhaps, that’s why I haven’t blogged a lot lately. I have been spending my evenings trying to capture summer, trying to stop it and realizing another day is closing before I have even powered up my laptop, I go to bed without writing, resenting the fact that the days are getting shorter, and I am unable to memorialize the season with my words. My blog and I are at a stalemate. Until this morning, when I woke up early, read one of my favorite blogs and felt inspired by these images of summer. I knew I just had to break this stalemate. I knew I had to concede that even though this summer hasn’t been exactly what I idealized, I don’t need to be resentful and I can enjoy what’s left of the season. While I can’t slow the ever shortening days of August, I can look back fondly on the memories we created these past couple of months.

Did you slow down during your summer? Did it go by too quickly?

Three Dads in One

Happy Fathers Day to Juan, the father of our girls, your daughters….Olivia

And Erica….

and the step-father to our boy, and my son, Nico….

and the father to our son together, Diego.

He wears all the hats so well. It’s a tough job, raising these kids.  He has the added challenge of being a step-dad and raising girls with a co-parent in another household. I know that sometimes he feels like he’s not doing it so well. Hint, we all feel that way sometimes.  But even with all our parenting shortcomings, he does a great job. He loves these kids, he’s involved and he loves being a Dad. I am so happy to have him as my husband, the father to my step-daughters, the step-father to my son, and the father to our son.

Happy Fathers Day Juan.

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