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10 Things Tuesday: 10 Things I've Learned This Week...

Sorry guys for the lateness of this post, the GOM let me sleep in this morning because I was up so late last night (watching the Love Boat - it's a kind of therapy, happy endings and all that). It's been another big week since last Tuesday and I've learned a lot so I thought I'd share some of what I've learned.

#1 You can't make people do what they don't want to do, even if it is the law, even if you were honest and they lied and you deserve a chance. Even if you go to an authoritative body for mediation, you just can't make people do the right thing. People have to choose that for themselves and the only thing you can do is choose to move on if their choices don't satisfy. Be the change you want to see, right?

#2 Things can always be worse. Just when you sit there sobbing into your keyboard and wondering what else could probably go wrong, what could possibly make life harder than this, you'll receive a phone call to say your mother-in-law needs to go into hospital for suspected multiple mini-heart attacks.

#3 The reality of losing a loved one puts everything else into perspective and the saying, 'At least we have our health' makes a lot of sense.

#4 My three year old loves this you tube video. And all the videos on this channel and although it is very annoying, this obnoxious little orange has kept him occupied during hospital visits.



#5 Some precocious three year olds can recite Shakespeare or Wordsworth, but our three year old prefers Moffat (for the uninitiated this means he can recite entire scenes from Dr Who) which some might file under utter parenting fail, but I find extremely cute!

#6 You can buy real Christmas trees at some fruit markets - no seriously, I didn't know that before. When I first moved back to Australia almost twenty two years ago, I thought Aussie Christmas trees smelled funny, so I bought a plastic one (you know, coz plastic ones don't smell funny at all). In recent years I've been thinking it'd be nice to have a real one but I thought you could only get them at tree farms and without a car I thought that was just out of the question for us. This week I learned you can get them in all sorts of other places and then yesterday I was at mother-in-laws local fruit market and saw them there. Next year I'm thinking of getting one. Next year I'm not putting the Christmas tree up until December 23rd though, as per Icelandic custom (as my family reminded me on Facebook last week when I posted photos of our tree up and decorated on December 1st).

#7 The GOM and I have long been fans of the Jeremy Brett version of Sherlock Holmes made by the BBC in 1984 and have watched the entire series more than once (for slightly different reasons, I suspect, ha!). Don't mind me a little Brett eye-candy, mmmm.

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Of course, we love the writing; the attention to detail and the dialogue of this particular version of the Sherlock Holmes tales. When the new version came out (written by Dr Who's lead writer Steven Moffat, who we are great fans of) we remained true to the Brett version of Sherlock Holmes and refused to partake of the new Moffat version. Until this week, that is. This week, as we flailed about in the desert that has become television viewing in the past year (there may be nine new channels, but there is ninety percent more rubbish content as well), I decided to give the new Sherlock a go.

I was pleasantly surprised - and in hindsight I shouldn't have been surprised at all. While the new series is set in modern day London and all the stories are new, the characterisation of Sherlock is quite true that portrayed by Jeremy Brett. The cadence of his speech is almost identical. The slightly ambiguous but dark portrayal of his persona is true to form. Moffat has gone one step further and made the layout of Holmes parlour almost identical to that from the 1984 BBC version. 

Moffat is a master at picking up the threads of a much loved series and keeping just enough of the charm of that series so as not to lose dedicated fans, but changing it enough to freshen it up and take those old fans to a new level with the narrative and characterisation. Bravo Moffat!

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And Benedict Cumberbatch isn't hard on the eyes either.

#8 Another one of my twenty-five first cousins is having a baby! That'll make five on one side of the family and eight on the other - and they've only just begun. I would love to meet some of these first cousins, once removed, some day.

#9 A tidy house is something I can control and having a tidy house makes me feel so much better about all the other chaos I have no control over.

#10 The kids don't seem to miss not having the annual Christmas calendar I've always made for them. As per Icelandic tradition I've always given then a little something each every morning of December leading up to Christmas Eve. I've made a tradition of giving them some puzzle pieces as well as a small sweet treat each morning, and throughout December they've worked on the puzzle. Most years this tradition kind of frays at the edges as the kids raid the house trying to find the store of sweets, which usually means they miss out some days when they've found and raided the store. It's always a bit of a mixed bag of success. This year we just can't afford it, and oddly enough they haven't mentioned it at all - and there haven't been any arguments over getting the stuff each morning, or who got what, or who took what from whom. It's been rather peaceful, actually. Maybe in previous years my attempts to create Christmas were a bit misguided?

Linking up with Diary of a SAHM for I Blog on Tuesday!

Comments

I hope your MIL is ok now. Nothing like a health scare to make you realise what the important things are.
Jayne said…
I love the new Sherlock. Benedict Cumberbatch is quite the dish and I've always been a fan of Martin Freeman. The writing is snappy.

Hope your MIL is showing a huge improvement.

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