Downton Abbey January 9, 2013
Posted by nrhatch in Books & Movies, Fiction, Humor, People.Tags: Downton Abbey, Grantham, PBS, Season premiere, Television
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Downton Abbey kicked off Season 3 (in the U.S.) on Sunday.
I missed it.
After waiting six months (since applauding the last episode of Season 2 on DVD), I didn’t think to tune in until the wedding party started to walk down the aisle.
Grantham!
I’d missed the first hour of the 2-hour season première.
Using our handy on-screen guide (to 7139 programs I don’t want to want), I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled to find the ONE program I did want to watch.
There! A repeat airing at . . . 2 o’clock in the morning?
Seriously?
Scrolling . . . scrolling . . . scrolling . . .
Huzzah! A repeat airing at . . . 4 o’clock in the morning?
WTF?
Scrolling . . . scrolling . . . scrolling . . .
Found it! A broadcast at 1-3 pm Wednesday afternoon. (Today.)
Grantham!
We have a prior commitment at just that hour.
After my fingers went numb from scrolling, I gave up.
I exited the handy on-screen guide (to 7139 programs I don’t want to want), pried loose the remote from cramped fingers, and sat at my writing desk to watch the ONE program I did want to watch.
On my much smaller computer screen.
Downton Abbey did not disappoint . . . despite its shrunken Lilliputian state.
The war is over. Beloved characters enter the Roaring 20′s amid change and crumbling class distinctions to face challenges, resolve dilemmas, and seek rewards. We step into scenes and experience the spectrum of human emotion, conflict, and motivation.
No cardboard cut-outs here.
Aah . . . that’s better!
