You may have seen the charming video making the rounds this week of a senior English clergyman—Robert Willis, the Dean of Canterbury, actually--delivering his online morning prayer from a place we Anglophiles cherish: his outdoor garden, on a stout wooden chair, cup of tea (with saucer!) at his side.
I'm Just Saying
Every time it rains this hard my mind flits back to the early 90’s when Paul, in the first blush of our relationship and also probably eager to get me to shut up, agreed to taking a horseback riding vacation through the southwest area of Ireland.
It’s odd, isn’t it, that truism that ‘celebrities die in threes,’ as recently, we’ve witnessed the passing of three greats within the entertainment industry: comedian Jerry Stiller, Roy Horn, of Siegfried and Roy, and both preceded by the iconic Little Richard.
Cleaned out the garage? Check.
Gone through the closet to make a donation of rarely worn clothes? Check.
Jigsaw puzzle completed? Yawn. Weeks ago.
You learn a lot about people as you wait in line at the dump.
Killing the engine and leaning back in the seat of the truck, Paul’s gaze fell over the man—and it’s always a man, you rarely spy a woman at the dump-- a few vehicles ahead of us.
Perhaps it’s because of the lockdown, but really, I can’t remember a more beautiful Spring. Or perhaps it’s always been this beautiful and I haven’t paid the same attention. I’m still trying to figure that one out.
Because life isn’t quite exciting enough under a pandemic lockdown, many of us went through one helluva storm in the wee hours last Monday morning.
We had, within the congregation of our Episcopal church, an inspiring woman who was famous for her vast collection of hats. Elegant, many, quirky, a few, with matching pocketbooks, my favorite was a dark green one shaped like watering can.
I smile at the sentiments expressed by the likes of Dolly Parton, who, among others, has declared, “When this passes, we’ll be better people.”
So, how ya doing?