I've been hearing about it for quite awhile.
"You do watch Downton Abbey, right?"
"I KNOW you watch Donwton Abbey. It's like everything you like to read."
"Surely you've watched since the first season, right?"
Well, actually, no.
For Christmas, a dear friend recognized my lack of television screen time and purchased Downton Abbey, Seasons 1 and 2, for me. She said, simply:
"You MUST make time for this.
It is worth the lost sleep, or the one less thing done in your day, because it will make you happy."
Boy, was she right.
Now, I know what all the fuss was about. It's escapism, with intelligence. It's a drama, with historical relevance. You have to actually pay attention to the dialogue, or you'll get lost. There are complicated characters, not a one of them is wholly good or bad, just like in real life. You are fascinated by the lives of the ridiculously rich and those who serve them. The costumes and the menu descriptions, alone, are enough fodder for an entire conversation.
My TV screen is dominated by ESPN and Disney Junior. I can more likely tell you who is playing in the AFC and NFC Championship games, this weekend, than I can tell you about any character in a grown up drama. I can sing the updated Mickey Mouse Clubhouse song; I can investigate crimes with Word Girl.
And now, I can honestly say that I have my own TV show. I have a show to record, settle down to watch and enjoy, just for me. Sunday nights hold a little bit of a thrill for me, now, as I know that I'll find out what's happening with Mrs. Hughes' health and learn what poor Lady Edith will do, next. I'll decide whom to dislike more....Thomas or O'Brien.
For the first time, in a long time, there is TV for ME.
I highly recommend it. Simply, because it makes me happy.