The best visit of the summer- Emmy came for a cuppa and biscuits and catching up.
She graduated and is on her way to Alaska to work as an assistant to a botanist in the tundra for two months. Right out of University to a job in her field- pretty wonderful for the girl.
You may recall that her love, Keith, just died on a trail hiking , doing what he loved best, heart stopped at the tender age of thirty five. Boom, lights out, just like that *snap*
Emmy is doing remarkably well, in spite of grief and rude surprise dealt by the who knows what?
Her eyes are the most unusual color, and pretty much match her hair and the universe.
While I stabbed more wool, we chatted. She recommended a book "Shantaram" by Gregory David Roberts. I googled and caught a lecture by him reviewing his book, and his wild adventure- I will order it soon and read it slowly, intense, and so well written that Emily could actually smell Bombay prison.
She told me about her Ayahuasca experiences. I was nearly sold, nearly talked into it as well as getting a tattoo, until she included the terribly graphic description of "the purge", and the pain involved in tattoo's.
Um, think I will pass on both- besides I think I have managed to get by without knowing my life's purpose, and I already have established a relationship with the ALL.
I am but a crumb- a crumb of love and snark- in the vast wonderment of star dust.
We watched the baby squirrel come in and go out , with a paws full of nut, Her feather tail is just not filling out, little cutie.
The Christmas poinsettia is still pumping out leaves- the most vibrant magenta. I stuck the fallen ones on the geranium that is also blooming, Both are indoor plants.
Amazing that they continue to flourish.
Last night I watched "Edwardian Manners" before a repeat of Downton Abbey, Manners- the why and when of them and the cool English reserve in opposition to the French influence.
Then "The man with the orange shirt" on Masterpiece theater came on, so I stayed up for both episodes- getting to bed at blurry eyed midnight...
Anyway, it was better than expected, not just a gay romp, but a truly deep heart felt representation of gay life during world war 2 , moving on to the present, through the lives of one family.
It is a cry, a romance, a frustration, and at last, WHEW, a reckoning.
AND David Gyasi is amazing! Hard pressed to not swoon! Oh my, if anyone ever looked at me like he looks at Steve in the film, I would become a puddle of goo. Bones would melt.
The sketch below was sent to me from a kid at my son's school, a little bonus for buying another work by him-" Cat in a striped shirt."
He knew that I would appreciate, that I support Sex Clowns far and wide...
So that is it, another day in the life of boring , not bored.