Our cable package includes the weather channel. Which only feeds my neurosis this time of year. I have been horrified by what is going on in our neighboring states. And of course my prayers are with all of the families that a suffering such loss and devastation at this time.
A great deal has been made about how much media coverage there is of the upcoming wedding of William and Kate. Which of course has been a major news staple for the last few weeks, before the devastation of the recent tornadoes.
I have to admit that I can’t get enough of the details of the British festivities. And really, when the engagement was first announced, I was all like, yawn. But, as this week has approached, I was catapulted back to 1981, where as a college student I was captivated by Diana, and the fairy tale that appeared to be her life. I was up at dark thirty to watch her marry her prince, on my 13 inch Magnavox.
We all know that fairy tale was all smoke and mirrors. But still, I watched her conduct herself with grace and dignity, as she tried to raise her boys in the public eye. And I cried as I watched those boys walk behind her horse drawn casket as she was laid to rest.
Hope springs eternal. I want William and Kate to have the fairy tale, the happy ending. Only time will tell.
If I can get away with it, and not be mocked by a certain member of my household, I will once again be up at dark thirty to get a gander at Kate’s gown.
Show of hands. Are you going to watch it live? Or sleep in and catch it on the news later?