Jane Austen with your Spawn

My child is finally old enough to understand the perfection which is Jane Austen. This is all very interesting because she’s echoing a lot of the same things I was thinking when I was young. #1 — that Pride and Prejudice is a masterpiece. And #2 — that Marianne getting BEYOND knocked down a peg, and marrying Colonel Brandon at the end of Sense and Sensibility is fairly depressing.

I love the 1995 Ang Lee Sense & Sensibility movie, despite the bittersweet turn of events for Marianne. My daughter was like (insert gag emoji here). We are now currently reading Persuasion but I’m pretty sure she’s going to stay staunchly a fan of P&P, and the 1995 BBC version bears no comparison in her mind to the 2005.

While re-watching S&S last night, I was reminded of my favorite Shakespearean sonnet (featured in the book) and figured I’d throw it out here to refresh those who also know it and maybe inspire those who don’t!

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

–William Shakespeare


You go, Will. (Dap.)
This varies radically from feelings contemporary — as most things contemporary seem rather transient in general. But even after 20+ years, what it does seem is still profoundly true, to me anyway.
Here’s to Jane Austen, good books, and all things that feel good, honest, and true.

And with that, time for (me to finish!) a Coffee,
M

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Poetry Corner!

Ooh look! A new feature. I will sprinkle these in between blog posts for giggles…

By the way, I hope you all had a fabulous Summer and have an even more enchanting and lovely Autumn (my favorite season)!

Middle Aged Dating Limerick

There once was a gal from South Mass
Who wished for true love, not an ass,
But found every year
The beaus round grew more queer
And her true loves were friends, child, and sass.

Summer Ghosts

The ghosts of summer ’round me glide
They whisper half-truths at my side
And follow me into the Fall
Where wraiths are honored most of all.
Alas though specters thrill betimes
These are not welcome ghosts of mine
I wish them gone, I wish them fled,
That ease may haunt my halls instead.

Mea Maxima Culpa

“You give love, a bad name…”

Oh good Lord, yes, I know.
I haven’t posted since March! I have intended to many times, but as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Not that I’M doing anything nefarious. However I do have to note that things with the previously referred to “Captain Wentworth” did sadly go straight to hell over the summer.

Very NON Jane Austen hero-like behavior was noted — let’s just say if sincere and constant affection is a hallmark of Austen’s Wentworth — I mislabeled this fellow quite miserably! Mea culpa. I thought I’d done my due diligence in the first half of our (almost) year together, but it turns out you really have no idea what anyone is thinking in their heart of hearts — which is frankly, very scary, and yet also intrinsic to that intangible magic that keeps two people together. As well as, oh, you know, commitment, communication, and honesty — but let’s say it’s mostly ethereal shit! It’s a nice vague premise. False Captain Wentworth likes those!

Subsequently, what can you do when that delicate cord running between your two hearts has snapped irreparably? Nothing, really. But you can walk away, head held high, and perhaps with a pen ready in hand, to defame them in verse, ala Taylor Swift. That works for me! Also I recommend muting, or better yet, blocking them on your social media. It is well documented that staying “friends” with an ex is unhealthy, unless it was a completely mutual scenario or you have children between you and MUST see each other. Neither of these things applies here soooooo, ADIOS amigo!

In any case, no matter how things turned out — the relationship was not a total waste of time, and I have the Manhattan and European vacation photos to prove it. :-p So you know — lemons = lemonade! I’m not accustomed to pining for anyone. I am on a dating hiatus however — a cleansing sabbatical, if you well. However, I will be accepting applications for potential new beaus around Halloween, so you know, let me know if you know of any REAL Captain Wentworths! I haven’t given up hope. 😉

Time to drown my (transient) sorrows in coffee,
Maddy

Casper-itis: When Friends Ghost You Because They Are Now Regularly Getting Laid

This is a public service announcement.

I’m thinking this subject hits home for at least a few of you out there (am I right, @kaitlynabdou / Twitter). Of course, OF COURSE, when one falls in love, they can get swept away in it!  Finally, they have found the peanut butter, to their jelly.  The Sonny to their Cher…no wait, they got divorced. The Captain, to their Tennille. Shit, no, they got divorced too! OK the Barbara to their GHW Bush! Hah! Anyway!  People get stoked and they may get a little quieter in their communication, as these days, one’s thumbs can only type out a limited amount of text messages and fb tags a day. 

However, one should not DUMP their friends when they find love. I don’t mean, “I can’t hang every Friday night out now.”  I mean more like — “new phone — who dis?” Just poof, MIA! Our friends are not just place holders for romantic relationships.  Our friends, our truly good friends, the ones who love us and support us emotionally and sometimes even physically (hey can I get a ride, can you babysit, can you let me watch GoT at your house with you???) for no other reason than that they think we are cool and good humans — these people do not lose value just because you are now getting your cardio primarily in the bedroom.

“Now that I have you Mr. Fuzzy, what need have I of silly friends?!”

Remember the golden rule — how would YOU feel if your friends did this to you?  Wouldn’t it feel shitty?  Wouldn’t you feel (literally) abandoned? Wouldn’t you also want to silly string “Give me back my Sex & the City DVD set” across their car?  No?  Only me?  OK fine.  But the point is, friendship is more than trading rides to the airport.  These platonic bonds are the stuff of life — they enrich us — just like a healthy and positive romantic relationship does (see also: Captain Wentworth).  To be well rounded people we should only cut out negative relationships, not ALL other relationships, and definitely not just glom onto our new s.o.

It has been noted many times that people who ditch their friends in favor of their new mate can become far less interesting to said mate and may even be seen as clingy because of it.  Keep your circle of friends!  For me these days it’s more like a semi-circle, or a very small arc, but damn it, my few besties are wonderful people, and I wouldn’t trade them for a flock of frenemies and hangers-on and muah-muah-see-you-at-the-next-event types for anything in the world!  And I think @Kaitlynabdou AND Captain Wentworth would back me up on this. 😉

Til Next time!

Time for a Coffee,

Maddy

Happy New Year 2014

1-8-cheeseIt’s a brand new year!

I have shed my mantle of holiday sloth and come up with a little poem for you all that was  inspired by one of the expensive (and pungent) holiday cheeses I bought for my husband and I to nibble on, as my daughter will now only eat pre-shredded simple cheeses.  :-p

I will follow up soon with a post about some wretched teenage girls I had the misfortune of sitting next to at Starbucks yesterday, and my nail polish updates!

Oh! And for those of you who were curious how my holiday vampire read turned out — it was pretty bad.  You can read my review here but suffice it to say Vampire short stories + romance + Christmas did not = as jolly a time as I thought!

So for your poetry fix, I give you…

Stinky Cheese

O stinky cheese, I love you so,
though noxious fumes about you grow.
How is it you’re so good to eat
yet to the nose you smell of feet?
When upon cracking my fridge door
you call to me, “You should eat more
‘fore ’til I’m gone I will pollute
your kitchen air.  I’m resolute!”
So why should I resist your call —
you cost a fortune, after all.

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And now, time for a coffee!

Maddy