Tuesday, April 27, 2021

The Seaside Hotel

I’m truly delighting in Seaside Hotel—so much so, in fact, that I joined the PBS streaming service so that I can watch all seven seasons. It’s nothing meaty; it’s just pure frivolity, but there’s so, so much to love. 

The star, for me, is Jens Jacob Tychsen; he’s an absolutely brilliant comedian, an extraordinary talent in a series abundant with wonderful performers and characterizations. I absolutely adore the series. But it is the visual beauty of the show that truly thrills me. The sets knock me out! The wallpaper, the simple minimalist staging, the costumes and the cinematography are all wonderful.

But above all else, is the food. Food plays a huge part in the series—not being eaten, being prepared. The kitchen is a primary setting and the variety of the dishes and their stunning presentation is a highlight of every episode. 

I went dog walking with my friends yesterday, and as I prepared to leave, I felt myself looking forward to coming home to read and idle my way through my evening. I’ve become comfortable with the routine of my days. I feel lucky to be able to live a solitary life without any depression.

All I did all day was read. But late in the afternoon, I took my car in to have parts replaced that had been eaten by rodents. Car parts, especially wires, are often made of or coated with a plastic made from soy, and rodents eat it. Because this Winter was so mild, the rodent population on the island has exploded and so both garages here routinely check engines for rodent damage, and my car was rife with poop pellets and gnawed plastic.

People’s Jewellers is showing an ad in heavy rotation that features short bits of couples at the moment one partner proposed to the other. It’s an ad for engagement rings that tries to be woke. There are two gay couples in the sequence of roughly ten couples. Each proposal involving straight couples has them kissing passionately; the two gay couples, and only the gay couples, don’t kiss. Not so woke after all. In fact, a total failure of wokeness.

It’s an unwelcoming 7° outside this morning, and it’s a typical Spring day—rather dark and gloomy at times, and bright and sunny at others. The coolness makes being indoors more attractive than outdoors, so I’ll be reading most of the day when I’m not walking Her Highness.

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