Started with finding a note in my mailbox: “package left on porch”. That’s right, the postal person got out of the truck and put my package on the porch. And it was four days earlier than the estimated delivery date! How good is that?
Worked in the kitchen getting ready for a little celebratory dinner for Aaron’s graduation. Quite pleasant get together with my brother’s family and mom sitting outside until it turned autumnal rather than summery.
More to follow
Here are the other photos, pretty much untouched, linked to flickr for your viewing pleasure.
Another young woman pulled in, while I was taking photos and wondering if the local police would show up. She came up along side me with her camera and apologized for disturbing me.
“..Had to turn around and come back!” she said.
I allowed as you have to stop when you see it and know where all the good spots for pulling off are.
Made it through the day without ticking anyone off or anything serious, nothing involving or needing minions. I count that as a good day, don’t you?
Having a few hours to kill before star trek time, I found some dinner (thank you chipotle), stopped and picked up the tickets (thank you fandango) and am now re-caffeinating (thank you starbucks).
There’s this from the NYTimes:
Mr. Cumberbatch, pale and intense, has become the object of a global fan cult, and it’s easy to see why. Whether playing a hero (as in “Sherlock”) or a villain, he fuses Byronic charisma with an impatient, imperious intelligence that seems to raise the ambient I.Q. whenever he’s on screen.
And then this from the Guardian and others:
“So sepulchrally resonant that it could have been synthesised from the combined timbres of Ian McKellen, Patrick Stewart and Alan Rickman holding an elocution contest down a well,” sighed The Independent’s Jonathan Romney. “The deep-voiced Cumberbatch asserts fully self-justified treachery”, asserted The Hollywood Reporter’s Todd McCarthy.
Yeah, that. And in other interviews I’ve seen the man is also extremely funny, able to laugh at himself and able to rise above idiotic TV hosts. Yup. Keep working Mr. Cumberbatch!
11:15 pm and it’s 35°F.
Welcome to spring in New England.
So yes, I did cover up my few plants in pots after putting them on the screened porch. Sleep tight guys!
Blustery and cold and worth pulling over for
(photos on flickr)