I am pretty tired, and it suddenly occurred to me last night, with a ping that was nearly audible, that porphyrin
had said that I would be back to eighty to ninety percent
awhile back, as the pneumonia went away. And I was, and it was such a relief that I was thinking of it as, "Well, I've been tired today," for a great many days in a row, and it is now dawning on me that this is why she said 80-90% then and not 100%.
So I've gotten into that mode where I think I should post about things and then I think I should do it all at once and make a five-or-more things post, and then I am too tired for that and don't do it.
So this is not necessarily the most important thing, but here, have a thing:elisem
talked about the British TV show Foyle's War
, and our library has it, so I got the first episode. I have now watched the second episode. The library is completely psychotic about which TV shows it checks out as single episodes and which as entire seasons, but the Foyle's War
episodes are about 100 minutes each, just about right for my workouts, so it's not too
frustrating to have to get them one at a time.
The premise of the show is that DCS Foyle is a British policeman in Hastings during WWII, going around having to solve crimes that are caused or complicated or otherwise affected by the war and its environs. It's got a Sergeant who was wounded in early action in Norway, and it's got a driver who is taking advantage of the war to take a job her family would have objected to were it not that We All Must Pitch In. And I am really enjoying it.
I think some of the buttons it presses are more or less factory-standard for people in our culture, since WWII is The Designated Good War, but it's not as simplistic as that. And also some of the buttons it presses are mine more particularly because I grew up with a mother who was reading Liddell-Hart on tank battles and various other things like that for my early childhood. (Liddell-Hart: useful for Girl Scout leaders. They should put that on his books as a blurb.) In fact I was in junior high before I read the spine and realized that Liddell-Hart was the guy's name
. I sort of processed it as a statement of priorities: Daddy and I and the grands and the dog and sometimes the godfathers when we could get them, we were Mom's Great Heart, but history was her Little Heart, WWII history in particular at the time. For me getting interested in the Great War was in some ways the category of gentle rebellion that's like staying out half an hour late with a boy your parents know and like.
They are not making a fuss over the historical tidbits, is the thing. They can have food without having obligatory conversations like, "You used your ration coupons to get this for us, didn't you?" "Why yes. Yes I did. Because there is a war on, you know." "Yes, and we must use ration coupons because of this war that is on." The food is done right without being done ostentatiously, and so on with the rest. This time out, Foyle and Sam and Milner got to stop Mosleyites, and it was lovely.
I recommend Foyle's War
pretty heartily. I don't know if it's on Netflix, since we don't do Netflix, but it's worth checking your local library if it isn't and if your local library carries DVDs.