A few weeks ago we were in London town, and a few days ago I wrote about watching the Royals parade, a once yearly extravaganza of pomp, posh, and the circumstance of opening the English Parliament. A jolly good show, much better than the State of the Union.… ...
There once was a squirrel named Colin
Who was not in the habit of lollin’.
He scampered about
Busy, without doubt,
Gathering healthy nuts all in.
It was a rainy day, but when wasn’t it?
He had a fur coat, so he didn’t give a sh—!… ...
My husband and I have celebrated our anniversary in some spectacular fetes:
- drinking darkly smoked beer among friends in Bamburg, Germany, a local delicacy that looked like Coke and tasted like bacon: it was unique!
- purchasing patio furniture: two high-backed cushioned chairs and a cocktail table for our margaritas, gin and tonics, or wine to watch the Disneyland fireworks
- dining at an intimate table for two at Old Vine Cafe, Costa Mesa, CA, where every course is inventively accented with a wine
- sailing the Blue Danube on a river cruise from Budapest to Nuremburg, with the actual feast in an ancient cellar bar in Prague.