This morning I crawled out of bed (after having a horrible dream that my mother was dying of cancer -- boo!) and spent several hours trying to get my wireless router to work. (It still doesn't, so I'm stuck typing in my office. Rude.)
I got fed up after a while and called it quits. I tromped into the living room and popped my recent netflix arrival into the dvd player. I plopped down on the couch, and when those familiar orchestral strains hit my eardrums, I was almost instantaneously in tears.
That's right folks, Netflix sent me Little House on the Prairie: The Pilot.
(It's a hell of a movie, actually.)
Some statistics:
Number of whole family hugs: 5
Number of braids: 4 (5, if you count Ma's french twist as a braid)
Number of outfits for each girl: 3, I think.
Number of God, Bible or church references: 5
Number of logs Ma split wearing a floor length, impeccably clean blue skirt: not sure. lots.
Number of near drownings: 3
Number of Indian visits: 3
Number of wolf-related incidents: 3
Number of prairie fires: 1
Number of miraculous, Little House-saving rainfalls: 1
Number of times the adults snapped at the children: 2
Number of times the adults were severly guilt-wracked over it: 2
Number of foals born: 1
Number of times I fell in love with Michael Landon: about 100
Number of times I found myself in tears: at least 12
Some excellently memorable quotes:
"Charles, I'm worried about the girls growing up proper... so far from a church.""Caroline, don't you worry about that. You can't get any closer to god than this."
"I was sure glad Pa had brought his fiddle, for it made a most joyful noise."
"I thought Pas never got scared.""Oh no, half-pint, Pas get scared.""But not as scared as Mas."(chuckles) "No, I guess that's right. Not as scared as Mas."
Mix in a little John Denver and a bowl haircut, and you have my childhood.
(No wonder I was in tears...)
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