March 13th, 2011
|04:25 pm - Sunshine Sunday|
Late afternoon, through open windows: smells of petrol (from next door's lawn mower) and grass, and a rooster, deeply confused, crowing from some undisclosed but far too near location.
The world has done lost its mind.
The sad news from Japan (and from New Zealand before that) nags at me, of course. I've sent a Red Cross donation and good thoughts across the sea, but I know it's not really the help they need. And every time I step down on earth, I wonder about what holes, what faults lie below. This isn't helpful either.
So, in lieu of substantive help, good things to counteract the very real horrors out there:
*the Blonde Dog curled up at my feet, doing a wonderful imitation of a Devoted Canine Companion. (Actually, I think the rooster has confused her, too.)
*hot tea easing my congested suffering-from-a-bad-cold self
*a new Tom Stoppard interview in the NY Times, posted in advance of a Broadway revival of Arcadia.
*stylish men gesturing in manner stylish, from The Sartorialist.
*Because, tired and needing something delicious, I reread Heyer's wonderful Georgian romp The Masqueraders yesterday, a link to the National Portrait Gallery's portrait of David Garrick and his wife in their mid-18th-century glory.
(I can't find an appropriate picture for Sir Anthony Fanshawe, but boy, do I love that character.)
*Taken just now with my camera-phone, and therefore offered more for color than for any photographic skill: azalea blooms, big as one's fist.
May there be your own list of good things, even in a time of uncertainty and darkness.
:hugs: that IS a good list.
My respects to the Miss.
The Miss sends her regards! And I hope that the slide into tomorrow is an easy one for all concerned. ;-)
Rainkatt! I've been thinking about you. Oh dear for feeling bad for ten days, but hurrah for cats and recovery.
Hugs! Masses of good thoughts!
*the Blonde Dog curled up at my feet, doing a wonderful imitation of a Devoted Canine Companion.
I think they Google 'What Good Pets Look Like' while we're out. I really do.
And oooh your azalea photo.
Edited at 2011-03-13 08:36 pm (UTC)
Perhaps that's it -- the Blonde Dog has been doing research on how to keep me around. ;-)
Good thoughts for spring color where you are!
|Date:||March 13th, 2011 08:49 pm (UTC)|| |
[hugs and good London thoughts]
Some very nice things indeed.
Happy Sunday into Monday, with loads of nice things! :-)
|Date:||March 13th, 2011 09:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Glorious azeleas!! Ours haven't even shown their buds yet. The daffodils and Bradford pears are very pretty though. Makes one hopeful for spring.
The azaleas here actually got a late start, considering the usual way of things in the subtropics -- the bitter cold of December, January, and early February was almost too much for them. But look, pink! :-)
Oh, I wish I could be in New York to see Arcadia! What a wonderful play.
Hugs for good things list!
Arcadia IS a wonderful play!
[hugs and good thoughts]
|Date:||March 13th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Hugs for you,pats for SBD, and I hope the hot tea helps your stuffies. Those are lovely azaleas, the essence of pink.
The Small Blonde Dog and I both thank you kindly. :-)
Happy Sunday, A, with loads of color! [hugs]
Ooh, I haven't read The Masqueraders yet. Something to look forward to!
Those are beautiful azaleas. There are some great ones blooming around here.
The Masqueraders has cross-dressing and Jacobites and all manner of fun things. :-)
Hugs hugs, Gwynne -- and happy birthday a little early. :-))
Thanks for the styleporn! Gotta love the gloves. And the guys with them.
Hope you heal soon.
The gloves would mean little without the guys, I think. :-)
Cheers and a happy Monday to you!
Thanks as always for a fabulous list of links...and your azaleas do much to offset today's gray, wet, low-key winter rain storm here.
Oh my, yes, I should dig out The Masqueraders from the storage box and give myself a treat..
Booo for winter storms (although perhaps the rain will be useful). The Masqueraders WOULD be a counteracting force. :-)
Hugs and azaleas, ALH!
[shares flowers and hugs]