A Beautiful Man, A Beautiful Painting. That's The Most Important Stuff

I got a text from Hank last night telling me that he was sorry and he didn't know if I'd heard but that Graham Greene died yesterday. 
I had not heard. 
I was grateful to Hank for being the one to tell me. It came easier that way. Hank is so protective of me. He knows me well. 

I have no real ties to the prolific and talented and beautiful actor, Graham Greene, but as Hank knew, I loved him. I loved him in that way you can love someone from afar who has brought so much richness to your life. Even if his name isn't familiar to you, you've probably seen him in one movie or TV series or another. His acting career has been long and busy. 
I first became aware of him by way of "Dances With Wolves."

I loved that movie inordinately. It has some serious flaws, especially viewed through the lens of today, but it also had some serious beauty, some excellent writing, some very fine acting. Kevin Costner played the lead and he did well, but it was Greene who was the star of the show in my opinion. I've loved him on "Northern Exposure" and on "Reservation Dogs." In fact, I've loved him in everything I've seen with him in it. I love the way his acting technique was always low-key. He let his eyes and his face show more emotion than his voice and he was a master of that, although he had a beautiful voice, too. 

He was born into the Oneida First Nation in Canada and he died in Ontario, if internet sources are to be believed. His death has prompted a large outpouring of testimonies to his character, his talent, his goodness. I like that. I like it a lot. I hate it when I think so highly of a person and find out that they're really a jerk. I don't think that is the case here at all. 

This all causes me to wonder- why in hell did Graham Greene die yesterday at the age of 73 when Donald Trump, whose death was being hailed as imminent because of his absence from the camera for five days or something like that, is alive and with no signs whatsoever that I could see, of a recent stroke or other associated health crisis. He was able to lie and brag and be his usual complete asshole self- an asshole like this world has never seen!- as well as he ever could. He may have been wearing a diaper and a catheter but his mouth was still flapping and lies were still pouring out and his toadies were still praising him like he was Jesus come again. 

I don't want to talk about it. 

A very good thing happened to me today. I got a piece of artwork in the mail. It came all the way from Hawaii and it's a painting done by an incredibly talented artist named Holly Braffet whose work I have come to know and love through the internet. If you'd like to see examples of her work, please go visit her HERE. She was doing a small online sale of some of her paintings and I jumped at the chance to buy one. 
This is quite unlike me but I will tell you that I want to support Holly and her work in any way that I can and I didn't think twice about buying this painting. 

When I went to the Post Office today, I knew it had arrived because when I checked the mail yesterday, I had a slip in my box, telling me I had a package. It was after noon, so there was no post mistress or post master to fetch it for me but I went back today and there it was. 

I was on my way to town to meet Jessie at Costco for us to do our shopping and I didn't want to open it quite yet and so I saved it for when we went out to lunch, after we'd ordered. I took my handy pocket knife out of my purse (my granddaddy always said that everyone should have a pocketknife and I have followed that advice my entire life) and carefully slit the tape and unwrapped the painting from its bubble wrap and I almost swooned. I love it more than I can say.

Jessie does too. 

Now I just have to figure out where to hang it. When I decided to buy it, I thought I might hang it in the cabin to give me something to love so much that it would give me reason to want to spend time there. But now I'm not sure I can let it get that far away from me. 
This may mean I have to rearrange my entire house but if that's the case- so be it. 
Thank you, Holly. You have made an old woman very happy. 

So. Not much more to talk about. I did boil my tofu last night and then I air-fried it and made the sesame/soy/garlic sauce to go over it and it was good. But I'm not exactly sure what the boiling did for it. But I didn't have to press it or freeze it so there is that. 

Yesterday evening I took some pictures of a golden orb weaver and her web being lit by the setting sun. 

Talk about the golden hour. 

And then, I realized that there was a web within the web. A tiny, almost microscopic spider had built her web using the orb weaver's anchor lines as support. 

And two more pictures. 

This is to illustrate why I can't just let the crocosmia have its way. 

Sigh. When I talk about "invasive" this is what I mean. 

I am ready to go to pottery tomorrow to have another go at the flower bowl with the things I learned what not to do from last week tucked into my pocket. I have made another template and watched the video yet one more time. I have hope. 

Mr. Moon appears to be doing well up in the wilds of Canada. May you be doing the same wherever you are. 

Love...Ms. Moon