I tried. Really, I did. But it’s so dark and rainy this morning that it’s almost impossible to get a decent photo of this china cabinet. On a good day, a photo of anything in the den is problematic, but on a rainy day? Oh my goodness, it’s frustrating.
I just wanted you to see where I decided to place the green Ixia Vase. I like it there.
Just to identify the patterns for you, from the left: a Magnolia cornucopia in green, a pink and green vase in Peony, a large vase in Zephyr Lily, a candlestick in Gardenia, the vase in Ixia, a Bleeding Heart candlestick, a vase in Snowberry, and a small bowl in Bushberry.
I tried to get a picture of the other shelf to no avail. Another day.
Yesterday’s work day in NYC went smoothly, as did the bus trip in and out of the city. But I was tired when I got home, having risen especially early so I could catch the bus and make it to rehearsal with a little time to spare. Now, I have a bit of a break before I have to work again on Anastasia. If it wasn’t raining, I’d be outside right now, starting my garden cleanup! Drat.
So I’m inside instead, reading a very good mystery (which I will soon review on Just Let Me Finish This Page,) writing this post, as well as a post celebrating Beverly Cleary’s 100th Birthday, which is on JLMFTP today, and hanging out with my husband. Not bad.
The weather report has promised sunshine for the afternoon. Seems doubtful, but I remain hopeful.
We just finished watching a six-episode series on Netflix that was simply wonderful. It was made for Netflix and filmed in Britain – it’s called River. It’s a police procedural with a huge twist and the acting by everyone is superb, especially that of Stellen Skarsgård in the title role. He knocked our socks off. Brilliant. If you subscribe to Netflix, give it a try. It was so good, we’re sorry it’s over!
On another note: Don lost a dear friend yesterday, a lovely woman who he first met when he was 22. Joan was part of a community of actors in Omaha, Nebraska at the time – where Don lived briefly. Years earlier, she had her own television show in Britain (she was British) and eventually ended up in Omaha, along with her mother and daughter. Don always said she reminded him of Julie Andrews. Many of those Omaha actors remain friends to this day and most of them ended up moving to Los Angeles, where Joan’s home was always a welcoming place for one and all. I met Joan when Don was performing in a play in Los Angeles. Since we lived in San Diego, he needed a place to stay and Joan insisted he stay there. She was simply lovely, kind and funny and warm and welcoming. She was a big dog lover and always had one or more dogs that she had rescued. She encouraged me to bring Winston along when I came for that visit and I did. I was utterly charmed by her. She had declined in recent months and her devoted daughter Kate nursed her through her final illness.
Don is devastated and very, very sad. She will be missed by many. Gracious and elegant are what come to mind when I think of her. Rest in Peace, Joan.