We went out tonight to a seafood restaurant nearby. Saw a spectacular sunset on our way there, vivid hues of orange, pink and deep blue–a perfect ending for a beautiful October day.
My sisters are out walking sweet Miss Hannah, my middle sister’s adorable mixed breed dog (she of the silky, fuzzy ears and the big brown doe eyes).
I’ve done my nightly ritual of cleaning face, brushing teeth, slipping into my PJs and getting as comfy as possible. Benny got home safe and sound with all pets doing well, I am happy to report.
I thought I would leave you with one last Sunday Smorgasbord–if you all don’t mind. And somehow, I think you won’t . . .
The man is beautiful, obviously. But there are times when he’s been–angelic looking. Even if the character is a rotter, he can still look like he’s just dropped in from the clouds above with those heavenly blue eyes and the sweetness of that smile. He really does take your breath away. Just a few examples of Armitage’s angel faces.
Right this very minute. Between allergies, aches and pains, mortgages, lack of insurance and assorted RL stuff, I am feeling a little overwhelmed. At least my hair is nice, clean and full of body, if in need of a trim. You have to appreciate life’s simple pleasures.
Anyhow, here’s some images of a certain sweet actor and sweet, tender, vulnerable moments with his characters.
I grew up on a farm, and I still live on part of that original farm, in the old pecan orchard. I love the scent of diesel fuel in the morning. It reminds me of my daddy and his beloved John Deere tractors. I enjoy visiting the city and taking advantage of museums, restaurants, festivals, shopping and so forth, but I like my country life, as inconvenient as it occasionally is. So for this reason and more I do have a soft spot in my heart for a certain shy, awkward, sweet Yorkshire farmhand.
Her Royal Highness Queen Puddie has been hanging out with me–actually hanging over my arm and occasionally climbing up on my chest between my head and my laptop. As the saying goes, “her daddy wasn’t no glassmaker.” It’s a little hard to see the screen when a large, fluffy cat is in the line of sight. Anyway, here are some more images of Richard’s good guy characters . . .
Spruce: (verb) to make neat or dapper (often followed by up); to make oneself spruce (usually followed by up).(adjective) Trim in dress or appearance; neat, smart, dapper.
Before his wedding to Carol, Yorkshire farmhand John Standring traded in his crop of unruly curls and coveralls for a haircut and a new suit. He looked very spruce.