Did you ever have one of those days, when life seems to reach out to hug you, but when you go in for the clinch, it knees you right in the family jewels?
Today in spades, kiddies. In bloody spades.
A wonderful morning spent enjoying the festivities celebrating Queen Elizabeth’s 90th birthday. All the pomp, ceremony, and warm moments a raging Anglophile could want. I never fail to be amazed at this wonderful lady, someone who dedicated herself to public service a decade before I was born, and is still going strong. I not only enjoy seeing her, but watching Prince Phillip in the background. You want an example of a cum laude graduate of being a husband? Watch him. He dotes on the Queen, he guards her (even though he’s 5 years her senior and recently had bouts of ill health), and overall is just quiet pillar of strength – one with an absolutely devastating wry sense of humour. (No wonder I’m such a fan!😀 ) And if you were paying REALLY close attention to the footage of the band playing “Happy Birthday” for Her Majesty, you’ll notice the band is from my second-favourite adoptive military unit, the Coldstream Guards. Nulli secundis, boys!
A terrible afternoon, whacked with the announcement of the death of Prince. I was never a huge fan, but enjoyed some of his earlier stuff from the 1980s. I am in awe, though, of how many careers he touched or launched. He worked with one of my all-time favourites, Sheena Easton. He created the celebrity of Sheila E. and Vanity (okay, maybe not superstars, but both talented ladies in an era when women were just supposed to sing and look pretty, not write music of – Heaven Forbid! – be a rock/funk drummer). He wrote tons of songs for others, played the vast majority of the instruments on his albums, and always performed with power and verve. Love him, like him, or hate him, he was a monster talent, and one gone way too soon.
Oh, and as for me, I’ve gone through two laptops and three hard drives in the past 4 months, not to mention three rounds of killer migraine periods each about a week long, and a couple bouts of flu (one of which I’m still trying to get rid of.) So, with any luck, maybe you won’t have to wait another 4 months to hear from me!