Hooked on this Netflix series. Mrs. Charm watched the first two seasons before and during chemotherapy. I paid no attention then, having previously spurned the film’s preceding book series by Diana Gabaldon as just a silly time-traveling romance. But I see now that I was short-sighted. I am quite the fan now, especially of the female lead Irish actress and Victoria’s Secret model Catriona Balfe. And not just for the nude scenes, rather more for the drama and the passion. No wonder Mrs. C. liked the story. Thank you, dear, for leading me to it.
UPDATE: Have begun reading the first book before moving on to season 2
Finally finished the Aidan Turner-Eleanor Tomlinson PBS version of Poldark, about Cornish miners and the local elite in 18th century England. But the resolution of the various stories confused me a bit, so I may have to watch the final episode again. Pity it’s over but maybe the principals had other work, or the audience was declining. Mrs. Charm was watching it before she passed away.
Meanwhile, I’ve been following the careers of Turner and Tomlinson, for the first time of following actors. Watched a new movie Love Wedding Repeat on Netflix with Tomlinson (and as an added attraction Jack Farthing of Poldark) that was entertainingly comic. Turner, who played Kili the dwarf in the Hobbit, also is in something new that hasn’t been released yet. I’ll be sure to catch it. They’re both very good as was most of P.’s cast.
Feels like a gift from Mrs. Charm. Although I found it on another blog, it just feels like a gift. I’ve read of such roundabout messages. Nice to experience one. Thanks, my love.
UPDATE: Timely, too, as our 28th wedding anniversary is the 11th.
Two new videos of our (Mrs. Charm and I) friends James Anderson on violin, Tony Rogers on cello, Jonathan Geer on piano, Phil Spencer on bass, and Ben Thomas on bandoneon of the Austin Piazzolla Quintet performing with the Wilmington (NC) Symphony…here
“This one of the best grief and mourning books around and I have read more than a score of them since my wife died of cancer in 2015. Louis LaGrand’s effort is remarkable because it blends the best grief and mourning advice with the latest understanding of life-after-death and reincarnation. Sort of a one-stop on the subjects that most pertain to each other. If you’re grieving/mourning anything or anyone and need not to spend money on a dozen such books this is your best bet. Thank you, Mr. LaGrand.”
And so I wrote in an Amazon review in May, 2016, and so I still contend after sending the book to my step-daughter who recently lost her alcoholic father. He sent her a gift of love in a radio play that her boyfriend wrote off as a coincidence but I think was one of LaGrand’s Extraordinary Experiences. And if she will remain open to them there will be many more in a new, actually better relationship than before.
As the author says: “Focusing on that source of everlasting care and support can give us great strength (and) energy to use in the restoration of life after loss.”
Of Mrs Charm’s passing. She’s been with us in spirit ever since. The dream visitations stopped about the time in 2018 that she gave me and Bar her blessing, but she’s still sending me birds. Wren buddies, mostly.
I’ll trek out to the cemetery this morning with
a rose yellow roses for remembrance.
…to marble bathroom counter tops and drop-in porcelain sinks. Which includes getting rid of the wall mirrors above the existing fiberglass tops and sinks. When that’s done, in a week or so, we’ll start painting the bathrooms sunshine yellow and hanging six-panel natural pine doors.
So far at the mini-rancho we’ve replaced the microwave, the dishwasher, the electric range, the AC system, and tiled the bathroom floors. Future work includes a new hot water heater to head off a potential flood from an old, leaking one. We bought the place “as-is” for a slight savings and it’s slowly becoming “as-was”.
On Friday we finally close on the sale of Rancho Roly Poly and get back some of the money we’ve spent. And say goodbye to the house we shared with Mrs Charm for twelve years and where Mr. Boy grew up.