Well, this is my Friday... again and I'm rather pleased. For my weekend, Wednesday and Thursday, the temps here are predicted to reach into the upper 60's to mid 70's (F). However, on Friday the thermometer is going to drop back into a more seasonal range. This is fine with me.
More ornaments arrived yesterday. And on Saturday my Chewy order arrives. So, you ask, what do the two have in common? I'm going to use the large, empty Chewy boxes to store the ornaments, one box for each season. Repurpose, Repurpose, Repurpose.
Of course, everybody is talking about the Harry and Meghan interview.... There, I gave it a mention. Oh, my, you'll think I don't care about the Royals. Honestly? Not really. He's cute. She's pretty. He was born into Royalty. She wasn't. I don't know anything about Royalty. In fact, I had to do a bit of research into Nobility because of Lord Doyle Adair, and still I know very little, except that they're not as stodgy as everyone might believe. I present for your reading pleasure the opening paragraph as evidence. This is how it begins:
Nobility. I do not really understand the concept that some people are more noble than others. As an American, I know extraordinarily little about Lords and their Ladies and even less about Dukes and their Duchesses. I have no idea if an Earl is married to an Earlette or not, or if that’s even his wife’s title. To me, an Earlette sounds like a black girl group from the 60’s. So when my friend Canada Howard told me she was marrying into nobility, one Lord Doyle Adair, from Adairton, Scotland, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Shit.”