My mother once told me, while vigorously polishing the silver, that when she had last traveled to England to visit her own mother, she had watched her settle down upon the sofa and was horrified to hear her remark, with much feeling: “A nice cup of tea and something good on the telly. What more could one want?”
Here’s the deal: if you’re going to be “nekkid” and take what could end up potentially being agonizingly embarrassing photographs of yourself, you really can’t be too surprised when they end up in the hands of others.
Or a few million others.
One of my dear friends, divorced for eons, has just done something I think is tremendously brave.
She went out on a date.
And from what I understand, it went so well that a subsequent meal is planned.
I’m ever so happy for her and, girlishly, look forward to the next report.
In the past week I’ve been asked if I knew Robin Williams.
No.
Did I work with him? Yes. Have I been to his home for a meal? Yes. Bowling? Yes. Did I drop him off at places in my old, banger car so he wouldn’t be followed and recognized? Yes.
It’s not that I’m saying I’m the world’s best speller.
You really have to wonder what the world’s coming to these days. If it’s not violence in the Middle East or Putin beating his chest with aggressive military maneuverings in a vain attempt to appear taller, people in our own country seem willing to so easily descend into violence over a disagreement.
It’s very possible one can develop a feeling of apathy regarding the security of their home and belongings here in the country.
Guilty as charged.
It’s not uncommon for people, who have not been around them, to ask me,
“Are horses smart?”
I know a bride that just threw the most lavish wedding, one of two: her husband is English and within days of their respective, “I do,” they were on the plane to Oxford where he, Chris, continues work on his Ph.D. — and so that they can celebrate with his family and friends as well.
Women have often been told by psychologists that we suffer from a two-word phrase, a rather vulgar one, the second word being, ‘envy,’ in regards to what men, exclusively, have. I have always found that accusation both ridiculous and insulting.
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