Downton. Up Five

Five miles up on my goal of 100 miles in April, that is.  This morning, after getting caught up on the new episode of Glee (thank God the show is back, but a little disappointed at the lackluster bridge from Quinn’s car accident to her showing up without a scratch, yet in a wheelchair.  I was hoping for a few episodes of hospital-style drama) I set forth to run five miles on the treadmill.  This would be one of my “fun runs.”

A.M. Run:

I was pleased with my splits, although I suppose I should be paying more attention to my pace DURING the run.  I was hoping for an avg of 8’00” – 8’10” pace since this was supposed to be an easier run.  Granted my times were a slower today than yesterday, I just want to avoid unnecessary injuries.

In other Wednesday news, we’re still alive and kickin’ here on St. Paul Island, even though our phones are not.  They have been down for the past week or so.

The phone company said, very boldly, that they would not come out to the island to fix the problem until there was enough demand for it.

If only we all had the work ethic of Mr. Carson.  This is just one of the few things that Dear Hubby and I will not miss once we leave the island.

In other news, last night the first disc of the second season of Downtow Abbey showed up at our door.  I had heard from a few people that they enjoyed the show, and my interested was really peaked after this lady blogged about her obsession of all things Downton and Reeces.

Here is a brief synopsis of the show from the Masterpiece/PBS website:

It’s 1912, and life in the Edwardian country house of Downton Abbey is idyllic and bustling for the Crawley family, aided by their cadre of servants. Robert, Earl of Grantham, his American heiress wife Cora, and their three daughters, along with Robert’s mother Violet, have lived largely uncomplicated lives. But the sinking of the Titanic hits home in an unexpected and dramatic way — Lord Grantham’s heir, James Crawley, and his son Patrick have perished. It’s personally agonizing (momentarily) for daughter Mary who was supposed to marry Patrick. On a grander scale, suddenly all the predictable succession plans have gone terribly awry, and unheard of questions now loom large — Who will be the new heir to the earldom? And what will happen to this distinguished estate, now in jeopardy?

In the other end of the grand home, the servants all have their own sets of conflicting personalities and personal interests to attend to.  Many are totally devoted, such as Mr. Carson, Mrs. Hughes, and Anna.  Yet there are others who have a more Iago-ian style of servitude: one who looks dutiful and devoted, but who’s really looking out for himself.  By pretending to serve their lords, these men get rich, and when they’ve saved up enough they can be their own masters.

I have become much more a fan of period-piece films and television shows since meeting Dear Hubby.  As of late, our DVR schedule consists of :

  • Game of Thrones
  • The Borgias
  • Boardwalk Empire
  • Lord of the Rings I, II, and III (blasphemy, I know)

And now Downton Abbey, which I always type “Downtown” first and then backspace my ass off.  I am actually enjoying the new additions to my leisure time.  And you know it’s legit because we’ve been married for almost two years and are WAY beyond the point where I have to pretend to have common interests with Dear Hubby, hence the name “Hubby.”

Quite right, Countess.  Quite right.

Are you watching Downton?

Any period-piece movies/tv shows you’re into?