The Royal Wedding

I got up at 4:30a.m. to watch the Royal Wedding of Prince William and Cate Middleton. I usually get up about this time to go to the bathroom for the umpteenth time during the night. It was lovely. What was sad was that Prince William's mother was not there. I hated it for him. He looked every bit the Prince. Handsome in his military uniform.

It was a lovely wedding. Cate looked wonderful. Not over the top, just classic. She is a lovely girl.

I hope that the fates will be with them and they have a long and wonderful life together.

A few observances about the people attending the wedding. Queen Elizabeth looked regal in her yellow outfit, but Prince Phillip just looked old and grouchy. Prince Charles looked his dowdy self and Camilia just as bad. I really don't like that woman, and I don't think Charles should ever become king. I really don't like the man. But not being British I guess we have no say in the matter.

Weddings are odd celebrations. It is all to stressful and silly. My second wedding was wonderful. A warm beach at sunset with just a few family and friends. Perfect. My first wedding was just to stressful and silly. No, there won't be anymore for me.

Now, I will just wait on my Grandchildren. My granddaughters will be beautiful brides. They are truly wonderful girls and will grow into marvelous women. I just marvel at them. They are smart, funny, loving and caring girls. The grandsons are handsome and caring. They will make wonderful husbands. Their dad has set a good example for them.

April is almost over. May will soon bring warmer temperatures and lazy days. We will all be looking forward to summer.

All of us should take time to notice the world as it blooms to life.

April 20th, 2011

Another lovely day on tap here in Florida. It will be the perfect weather for Easter, warm and sunny.

The first Easter I remember was in a tiny little town in Illinois. I was fascinated with my Easter hat. It was a boater style with lace ruffles all around it and a navy blue ribbon that flowed down the back. I had a Navy blue spring coat and the essential white gloves. I do remember thinking that I was very pretty in my Easter outfit, but that the hat hurt my head. I think that was the last time I wore a hat. Ladies, just don't wear hats anymore.

Easter really doesn't hold that much fascination for me now. I find that it is a sad story with an OK happy ending. I really think the writers should have had a better ending. Now, I watch "Jesus Christ Superstar" and call it a good Easter. Although, I do love the "Peeps" candy and a chocolate bunny or two.

I've had the big Easter dinners and enjoyed having everyone here.. I remember dinners at Grandma Best's house. It was always fun. I do remember the year that Grandma asked my cousin Larry to say grace. Larry's response was "Bless the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. First to the table gets the most". I thought Grandma was going to fall out of her chair. It was hard to rattle Grandma, but this came the closest I've ever seen. Very funny!

While I do not subscribe to the Christian Faith, I do find it sad that some children today don't even know what Easter is celebrating according to that Faith. We should be aware of all Faith celebrations.

This year I will enjoy the company of Lyle Love-It and Lillie Belle. We will enjoy the day with a nice long nap and maybe a Peep for me and a dog bone for them.

I have looked at the comments on my last post. Seems to have upset some folks. I guess that is the way of the written word. Everyone has their critics. That is the first lesson one should learn in the world of publishing. Some of the critics will be fair and some will just be mean and ugly. Such is the nature of some people. "In life, think of mean people like sandpaper. They may scratch and hurt you, but in the end you come out smooth and polished and the mean person is just worn and ugly". I guess this is how I have to consider those critics.

Everyone, have a lovely and blessed Easter.

April

Well, another lovely day here. I saw a Bunny early this morning sprint across the yard. My Lyle Love-It missed it. He is not the most aware dog in the world.

Got an comment on the last bit of blog. Oh well, such is the life of the written word. I guess that is just the way it goes for commenting on life.

This month in 1951 found Gen. McArthur being fired. I do wish we could fire a bunch of the Military Advisors we have now. We are losing a lot in this made up war. Time gather all our toys and go home.

The book "A Tree Grows In Brooklyn" was released in April of 1951. It is a lovely little book that all teen girls should read.

We tested two bombs in April of 1951. What a shame that we thought this would make us safer. We now know that it is not safer and that any energy derived from this process is really not safe. I keep waiting for Godzilla to emerge from the Pacific Ocean. While I feel bad for the Japanese people, you think they would have known that Nuclear energy is a bad thing. We already proved that to them. So I guess in the end we are to blame for all this mess.

In April of 1961 Bob Dylan debuted at a club in Greenwich Village. Hard to fathom that he is still around making music. A true poet of our times.

Well, Lyle is knocking on the door. He needs something. Maybe he will sing to me or at the very least give me that look of love. At the end, I guess a dogs love is as good as any. At least I don't have to worry about my thoughts to him. He loves me unconditionally.

April 6

The sun is shining after a few days of clouds and rain. It will be a lovely weekend. So, here are my thoughts on this lovely morning.

In light of all the craziness about the Federal Budget, I looked to find out what "tan Man" John Baynor makes in a salary. Holy crap, $223,500. No, wonder he doesn't want to tax the rich. Now this is just his salary, it doesn't take in to account all the other little under the table deals he has going on. Harry Reid employs 332 folks. What's the deal with that? It takes all these folks for one little old man to keep his poop in a group. Good grief! And we wonder why we are in such a mess. I say "clean your own damn house first" then come after the public.

Also, I looked to see what was happening in April of 1951. Julius and Ethel Rosenburg were sentenced to death for allegedly spying. I truly think that they were set up.

The Federal debt was 255.3 billion dollars. But then, we had just come out of WWII, and we were now going into Korea for the first of many "police" actions. Right, and we all know how well those have worked for us.

Unemployment was 5.3 percent. I wonder if that included any of the women who now were back home after the war effort didn't need them anymore.

Yul Brynner stepped into the Broadway production of the "King and I". One of my favorites. I would have danced across the world with him. An amazing performance and an incredibly sexy man.

Oh, and Libya gained its independence in Dec. of 1951. Ha, again, we all know were that one went. We installed a puppet Dictator and that has come back to bite us in the butt. Ahhhh, Karma!

Karma

It is raining today and has cooled down. A good day for reflecting on the karma. Karma is that which should guide your life. I do believe that if you do what you can to lead a good life then your Karma will be ok. Then there is that old adage that "you reap what you sow" or that Karma will come back to give what your gave. This lesson has been very clear in the last few months.

I was not a good daughter to my Dad for a few years. I choose to disappear and really didn't give a thought to how that disconnection affected him. I just didn't want to deal with anyone or anything at this low point in my life. The upside is that there was a reconnection and it was wonderful.

This came back to bite me, when an important person in my life decided to disconnect from me. She has disconnected from a lot of people in her life. Now it seems that she is learning that karma can come back to bite you. She has found that you cannot be the center of everyone's life and that you cannot manipulate what you want others to do. I do hope that at some point, (maybe when she is 60), she learns this valuable lesson.

As I said yesterday, all I really need is a Basset song. True unconditional love. We all need to learn this above all else.

April has arrived in North Florida with warm temps and some rain. This morning the sun is shining in my eyes as I attempt to write something that is not rubbish.

My dear husband, Don, has finally been called back to work. It has been nearly a year since a Union job has become available. Thank goodness the economy is looking better. Maybe, we are starting to see the come back of good things.

So, here I am in quiet solitude. Oops, no not really. Lyle Love-It (the basset hound) has just knocked on the door with his morning, "hey, come love me and feed me and call me Lyle". He is so dang funny and sweet at the same time. However, he seems to think that I am here only to do his bidding. We need to have a long talk about who is the human owner and the dog. Maybe the word owner is not the word to be used. He picked me as much as I picked him. So there really is no ownership involved in our relationship. Then again, I am sure he thinks he is my owner. It is truly a dog/slave relationship. Ha, guess who the slave is? Yep, that would be me.

I have found that at 60 years of age, I really don't mind being owned by my dog. He doesn't complain much and he is always ready for a love, a song, walk, or "hey, look at how silly I can be". I think he has the trick to a good life. Always be ready for a love, a song, a walk, or some silliness. There really is so little else that matters in life.

I think I'll take his advice and take a good long nap.