Guyday Friday: brunch with LW

It was a first for Sir Guy. His first reduced-sodium hot Spam sandwich with two thick slices of juicy home-grown tomato, accompanied by a glass of Coke and a dish of chilled (and equally juicy) watermelon. Ladywriter had to indulge her brunch cravings, and Sir Guy shared it with her.

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(actual sandwiches looked better than this, but LW failed to take photos)

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Even with the paper towel he’d tucked into the front of his Floppy Black Pirate Shirt, the juices were rolling down that handsome stubbled chin of his. Ladywriter’s favorite Dark Knight raised a brow, that pink tongue darting out to capture the flow as he reached for his towel. “God’s tears, these are good and ripe, LW!”

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Ladywriter gave a longing inward sigh. She’d have been glad to lick that pesky juice away for him . . .

“Uhmmmm . . .  oh, yes. I do love a proper tomato and the watermelons have been just lovely this year . . . I will miss the fresh fruit and veggies.”

Sir Guy took another bite of his sandwich, chewing with his customary gusto before giving a great swallow, followed by a mouthful of Coke.  What a pleasure it is to watch that man eat . . .

“This–spam?–is rather tasty. What an amazing assortment of foodstuffs you have in the 21st century . . . ”

LW smiled. There was an endearingly boyish side to her favorite SO Not Dead Character, that part of him that delighted and took wonder in so many things she took for granted.

“It’s not exactly banquet fare a la Nottingham Castle, Sir Guy.”

He gave her a lop-sided smile, just a hint of sadness in those kohl-rimmed blue eyes. “Better a spam sandwich with a true friend than a feast with the Treacherous Troll and a fickle, foolish, foppish prince, my lady.”

Ladywriter returned his smile, lifting her Alabama Crimson Tide thermal glass. “I shall drink to that, my dear Dark Knight. And what do you say to a walk with a ‘leper’ and her plebian canines a little later while this glorious sunshine holds?”

Sir Guy’s eyes positively twinkled as he gave her a courtly bow. “I would be honored to accompany you, my lady, along with the beauteous Lady Seabee, Sir Rascal and the young petit couchon-chien.”

Oh, how the French rolled off his tongue!

“The little pig-dog will be thrilled. He’s really taken to you, Sir Guy . . .”

A dark chocolate chuckle. “He’s a friendly little fellow. And one knows where one is with a dog . . .very loyal, they are  . . . ”

Happy (if slightly belated) Guyday Friday to all!

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All good things . . . why do I feel like crying?

This is from Sir Peter’s FB page. Feel asleep early, then endured a painful night filled with strange dreams. Feeling melancholy today after a late start.

The last shot.
Big monitors, main unit. Small screens bottom right, splinter.
We’re neck and neck … Shooting our final shots at the same time. … 10.32 pm. 4 or 5 takes so far.
No, wait … Done! While I was typing this, we shot more takes and finished! Richard was fantastic. Splinter almost done. Minutes away.
Smiles and happiness… And sadness. Yikes, very sad.

As I’ve discussed elsewhere, it’s hard to bring something you’ve worked so hard and lovingly at creating to an end. I have a hard time saying goodbye to my extended fanfictions–did some of you ever think I’d finish “Truce”? Same thing with “Dangerous to Know.” Obviously, I didn’t want to do so.

All good things . . . it must be a very bittersweet time for Sir Peter, the cast and crew. Richard loved playing this character, that is clear. He loved talking about Thorin and the crafting of this unforgettable character. He’s invested so much of himself into it. Will it be a little hard to truly let go and move on?  I wonder.

Thank you, dearest Richard, and dear Sir Peter and everyone for all your hard work and dedication and sacrifice and talent. I am proud of you. And yes, I am a little sad.

At least Sir Peter had the faithful Mr. Smudge to provide him with furry solace.  Oh, gosh, that cat reminds me so much of Lucky with longer fur–now I feel like crying all over again.  What a day!

So I look at these photos with such a mixture of emotions . . . pride, happiness, sadness . . . curiosity as to what will come next for Richard and the rest. And will RA and PJ work together again? I truly hope so.

This one puts a right ol’ lump in my throat . . .

Don’t worry, Guyday Friday will still make an appearance here. It’s not often we come to the end of such an era . . .