Mother’s Day here at the Farm was not quite as relaxing as I had hoped for. It started out with my husband informing me that we had no water. Not quite what I wanted to hear, particularly on a Sunday, but it needed to be addressed, immediately. We called an owner of a well company who was kind enough to come out and inspect it. He informed us that the pump was broken, some piece of metal inside the motor had sheared off and all of the inner workings needed to be replaced. We managed to make it until Monday by running lengths of hose from our neighbor’s house to ours, saving us more than a few dollars on weekend rates for the work involved.
If you’re wondering what this has to do with New Jersey, well, I guess the problem with the well, not to mention the cost of it, put me in a less than pleasant frame of mind to watch the Real Housewives of Franklin Lakes. The four episodes that have aired this Season have been simply awful, and they left me feeling somewhat queasy. I felt that I had become less a viewer and more of a voyeur, like someone who was peeking through the windows of those oversized homes and spying on the families who lived in them. It wasn’t anything that could even remotely be considered entertainment. It is rife with anxiety and family disputes that make me feel intrusive and uncomfortable.
Trying to write a post about all of these people is more than just difficult. I’ve found myself expressing sadness for everyone involved, and all too often, writing the same things about them in only slightly different ways. I guess one could say that they’ve put themselves on television, aired all of their dirty laundry and secrets knowing full well that millions of us are watching, and therefor they are fair game. Fair enough, but I know that I can’t do it anymore. I can’t judge them – I really don’t know them. All I know is that all of them are in crisis, and what I write isn’t going to change a damn thing. So I’m not going to write about them anymore.
There are enough other franchises in other cities where the relationships have much less at stake. It’s much easier to watch and write about Ramona, Vicki or Nene, because their nonsense is nowhere near as real or hurtful as what is going on in New Jersey. I’m fairly certain that most of you can see the difference and probably understand why the folks in New Jersey don’t need my comments or opinions. They have plenty of their own – good and bad – and there are any number of other sites you can visit to keep up with them as this Season progresses.
Since I added the Suggestion Box to the blog, I’ve received an overwhelming number of e-mails from you. Some are from folks who have commented here and some are from names I don’t recognize. Almost all of them are about things that have nothing to do with Bravo, or television in general. Frankly, I’m more than a little humbled, not only by the numbers of responses, but by the vast and varied interests so many of you have. You’ve provided some real food for thought – some of them are funny and some are thought-provoking. I’ve saved them all and they are constantly sorted, organized and read with interest – all of them have been eye-opening. As the networks wind down their regular programming and move into Summer, I’ll be relying on some of these topics for future posts. That doesn’t mean that I’m abandoning Bravo and other television programs, it just means that I’m going to leave the families of Franklin Lakes alone to work out their own problems.
Oh, and our well pump was replaced today. That’s done wonders for my peace of mind.