Just one second poodles, while I wipe the tears away.
|I promised myself I wouldn't do this *sob*|
I was going to post a quick poodle trick tonight, but I procrastinated. Duh. And I watched the second to the last episode of this season's Call the Midwife, instead.
If you are not watching this show, start. Or don't. I can never decide.
Don't get me wrong; this is absolutely one of the BEST shows I have ever seen. But... it is sometimes painful to watch. I swear each scene is written to wring some emotion from the viewer. Whether happiness, sadness, or a bittersweet mixture of both.
The show premiered to American audiences this season on PBS. It is based on the memoirs of Jennifer Worth, and her time as a midwife in the East End of London in the 1950s.
Jenny Lee, Worth's maiden name, is a midwife at Nonnatus House, a nunnery. The stories that the show depicts, involve not only midwifery, but nursing of those in the community.
The Dickensonian episode I watched tonight, showed a brother and sister who suffered through tragedy to eventually find each other, and a kind of happiness. In a world that had caused them much pain.
Side note, I kind of want to adopt a pig after tonight's episode. "Dogs look up to us, cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."
|And this little piggy cried all the way into my heart|
A moment of laughter amidst the crying. That's what Call the Midwife manages to do; give the viewer highs and lows with equal grace.
The series is full of wonderful writing. Vanessa Redgrave, the incomparable, the amazing, the etc etc etc Vanessa Redgrave, narrates as the older Jenny Lee. The actresses, the actors, the sets, the CLOTHES. Wow.
Ok, ok. I know I may be an easily moved person. AKA: I cry at the drop of a hat. But having debuted to one of the highest audiences in PBS history, you don't have to take my word for it. Watch it. Love it. Cry over it. If you can handle it.
I put off watching the last two episodes of the season because I wasn't ready for the sobbing. And because I wasn't ready to let go; even knowing there is a second season in the works.
|Great. Now my nose is red from crying.|
I'll have to powder it and risk my man's displeasure.
Thankfully, you don't have to choose.
Do it. Call the Midwife. Sundays at 8 on PBS. You won't regret it. Or maybe your tear streamed face and pain filled heart will. But the moments of joy portrayed will transcend it all.