As I write this, Paul has emailed that he is soon heading home after successfully leading another tour of rose gardens throughout England. Much anticipated after a two year delay owing to Covid, he joined 18, die-hard rose enthusiasts as they ambled through Sissinghurst, in Kent, to Shropshire, and all points in between.
Anglophile that I am of course I watched copious amounts of coverage from Queen Elizabeth’s Jubilee. It seems impossible that I had actually been in England during her Silver Jubilee and what a big deal that seemed then— a reign from 1952 to 1977.
Any woman involved in a dangerous sport is a pretty tough nut, I find, and I was reminded by this upon running into a horsey friend at a local event.
“So how are things with you and your ponies?” I asked, giving the silly nickname we tend to give for horses.
The saddest commentary I have ever witnessed occurred Tuesday evening while I watched a segment on a national newscast reporting that the sales of bulletproof backpacks for children have spiked. I didn’t even know there were bulletproof backpacks. However, need being the mother of invention.
Generally, if the thought “How hard can this be?” crosses my mind, trouble soon follows.
Ever heard of the Italian fashion house, Balenciaga?
Neither had I. In fact, if it doesn’t come from Carhartt, I’m unaware of any recent fashion trends. Long gone are the days when I was actually given clothes by a L.A. designer to wear during television appearances.
You can lead a horse to hay…or carrots…or oats, but you can’t make them eat.
We recently had an ‘incident’ in our little town which, to the best of my knowledge, no one was seriously injured.
If there’s one thing that gives any woman of “a certain age” a little boost, it’s being asked to show identification when buying beer at a mini-mart. Especially if you conveniently allow yourself to forget that it’s mandatory for any customer, and, no, frankly, you don’t appear to be under 21.
Remember,” I said to Paul, upon seeing yet another truck trundle down the driveway, obliging us to put on pants. “When Fed-Ex trucks used to mean something?”
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