In honor of the royal wedding of William and Kate I will be writing with a British accent. Yes, I set my alarm this morning at 4 a.m. stumbled to the couch, snuggled in my blankie and watched on the telly Princess Diana's little boy, Wills, marry the love of his life. Thirty odd years ago, I did the same for his mum. I must say, this seemed like a much happier event in retrospect. Lots of pomp and circumstance as they say, but despite all the hoopla, it came down to just a boy marrying a girl. The romantic in me wishes them the 'happily ever after' part as well. It would do us all good to watch a healthy marriage play out before us, now wouldn't it? Let's pray for them, shall we?
Since my day started so early, I was hoping I'd get my bike ride in early as well. For the first time in two or three days, we have sunshine and no rain. So, out I went with only a sweatshirt. Well, I had clothes on and stuff, but no coat, or gloves or hat, which has been part of my riding gear since I started. I limbered up the Fake Knee on Rusty before I saddled up on LuLu, then off we went.
I wished I could tell you I had a great time. In my mind's eye, I see myself tooling along these country roads with butterflies fluttering about, bluebirds singing and the breeze in my hair. You know, very princess-like. I'm sure Kate was thinking the same thing this morning as she dressed for her wedding. Everything would be perfect. And, far as I could tell, everything was... for her. For me, not so much.
The Fake Knee still doesn't like LuLu. At one point, I thought I was going to have get off and walk, the pain was almost too much. The scar tissue that has built up behind the fake knee cap is pretty pleased with itself and isn't budging, at least not yet. By the end of my four mile ride, I felt a slight bit more of flexibility, but not much. It hurt, plain and simple. I've got a long way to go, friends.
So, here's my questions for today-- First the royal wedding question: If you had been invited to the wedding, would you have had the nerve to pin one of those silly hats on your head and waltz in front of millions of folks pretending you didn't look like some bird died on your head? And second, the pink bike question: Why is the good stuff like exercise, eating right, not lying (I just threw that in) so hard?
Well, it's time for me to tootle on as they say across the pond. Long live the Queen and all those other folks traipsing about with fruit baskets as hats.
Cheerio,
deb
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