It’s cold, but beautifully sunny. I’ll take it. Don has gone off to recycle and I’m writing this post now so that I can share a second cup of coffee with him when he comes back. We got our groceries yesterday and everything has been cleaned and put away, and after the recycling, we should be done with going-out-in-public chores.
I’m deeply saddened by the passing of the great Christopher Plummer. I’ve been a fan since I first saw The Sound of Music as a young girl. So many people know him from that and his excellent film work. But he was first and foremost a theater actor and he returned to the theater throughout his life. Rest in Peace. Thank you.
We’ve lost four greats, all in their nineties, during the past two weeks: Cloris Leachman, Cicely Tyson, Hal Holbrook, and Christopher Plummer. Each of them was astounding, brilliant, and never-to-be replaced. And all of them started out in theater and returned to the stage repeatedly. What an incalculable loss for the world. I can barely take it in. The contributions they made to the Arts can never be quantified. When I contemplate a world without these extraordinary artists, I am left bereft. Bless them all.
Puzzle finished.
Such a lot of fun!
Some closeups of favorite titles/artwork:
Madeline. And Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel.
Babar. Curious George. Ferdinand. All beloved books read over and over.
Eloise. Charlotte’s Web. Alice. Tom Sawyer. Black Beauty. Make Way for Ducklings.
Olivia – a new series that I am enchanted by.
I’m deeply into Winter Solstice. I am struck by the realization that, like the citizens of Three Pines, I want to hang out with these good people. They have become friends. I will be sad to leave them when I finish the book; you know, that feeling of wanting to slow up the reading process because you know you’ll be finished all too soon. And then they’ll be gone.
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.