I am a huge history nerd.
And I’m probably the type that serious history scholars get annoyed with. I love the outfits and the music, the burly men and demure women, the elaborate decor and flowery speech.
I love vikings and tapestry.
In all fairness, I like a lot more about history than the romance and drama. I love the idea that people just like me were living in a time when life was acoustic and magic was possible. Beyond that, I enjoy thinking about the various chapters of human history, starting with the pre-historic early peoples, all the way to my neighborhood before I was born. I try to wrap my brain around the fact that, at every point, people feel they are on the edge before the future, and everything behind them was simple and quaint.
If history has taught us anything, it’s that we are in our infancy as a species. It takes nothing more than looking at our leaps in astronomy, medicine and politics to know that. Additionally, knowing that tolerance of difference, balance of kindness and realistic expectation, and openness to new information will only serve us well is essential. I don’t know how anyone who lived through the 1960s could think otherwise.
But back to the fun stuff.
As I did with Ireland last week, I realized this week that I’ve not spent nearly enough time indulging in medieval documentaries and my ice age novel. Somehow trying to make a little cash and 45 minute Ugly Betty episodes have gotten higher on the list. But the other day I let myself watch episode one of a BBC miniseries on the British monarchy, and I have to say it was a worthy guilty pleasure.
And true to my froofy history-nerd nature, I have nothing more profound to say about it. So, just look at the Bayeux Tapestry:)