Happy Solstice!
And a happy Solstice to you all, my dear Readers! Tonight is a night for mulled wine, sugar cookies (like little Suns) and a vigil. Unfortunately, as a mummy I need my sleep more than I need to vigil, so a candle will be holding vigil for me. And I’m having dinner with the Selkie tonight.
A quick review: I just Netflixed Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, and absolutely loved it. I loved the movie to pieces and bought it immediately from Amazon. It is a wonderful gentle movie with several dark undertones that pleased me to no end. And the “how are you today, Mr. Wilson?” moment gave me chills. The movie, though old, is pure Muse crack. (To Kill A Mockingbird has been following me around–several people have mentioned it, and it was on the telly several times during my latest Seattle trip, so I’d better watch that soon, too.)
Also heading for me is a Clint Eastwood set (Sergio Leone spaghetti Westerns) that will provide us with hours of viewing enjoyment. I love Clint. Not as much as Kim Harrison loves him, but my adoration for the Man With No Name rides high.
Anyway, I’m off to clean up and start baking. A very merry Solstice to you all, and I hope your holidays are bright.
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