The wind is rattling my awnings and butting against the walls with the impatience of an attention-seeking child. Hey! Hey! Hey you in there! Come and play! Look at me, look at me!
It's quite lovely, the way it shakes the trees and whips up the fallen leaves in great gusts. It's also cold, so I'm listening to it with half an ear while curling up next to my heater, working.
Today I am wearing new socks that are longer than my legs and lovely, warm, thick things they are too.
As I work, I have been watching the original episodes of
The Addams Family. It had been many years since I'd seen any, so I'm rather enjoying the experience.
What I'm struck by, more than anything, is the theme of eccentricity. The Addamses, underneath the macabre veneer, are completely generous—they'll give anything to anybody and automatically believe the best of everybody. Their strangeness is what protects them, I suppose; it does scare people away but, at the same time, without it the family would probably find themselves taken advantage of at every turn.
That may be over-thinking it a little, maybe :)
It's just
fun. And Morticia is my new hero. She's as poised as a duchess, educated, creative, resourceful, accomplished, kind-hearted, devoted to her family, and completely and happily in love. And her wry little glances amuse me no end.


