Off and on I am watching crazy British shows on BBC this weekend. I made the mistake of scrolling through a couple weeks of BBC scheduling, marking shows I thought would be interesting. Now I have dozens of kooky health, shopping, and intervention kinds of shows lined up waiting for me to watch.
What mind altering drug must be in the water to move average people to want to be photographed in the their underwear from the least flattering angles and broadcast worldwide? Why would anyone allow a man with a camera to cover a childish fight between you and your fiance over a wedding plan? Don't these people know that if they ever run for Prime Minister, "Yes, your Majesty," these sorry accounts will be exhumed and displayed?
Which makes me think about what I want to be known for. I want to be known for my stunning beauty and style, the rarity of my wisdom and 7 best selling novels that reveal the human condition subtly and yet with astonishing insight.
But I will probably be known, by a very limited audience, as being a pretty good woman, always on a quest, always with a new wacky idea (we should do it - come on it will be fun!), always hoping to one day be willowy, and always open to loving people, especially my grandbabies.
I have surprisingly few unfulfilled hopes. I do not want, for instance, to be famous. I do not want to be filmed in my underwear for TV. I do want to try that new Indian restaurant in town - I hear their Korma is fabulous.