Remembering Pepperwood and last summer, when I tromped all around the mountaintops toting my paintbox and related paraphenalia, happy times. Let's see. I had a discussion with my daughter about whether to carry a purse at the WEDDING, and she indicated everything I need will be close by in the little house on the venue property. And then I watched the Royal Wedding, not live, but in retrospect last night, and balled my eyes out, and was hella-happy I ordered a sweet (and unobtrusive) little bag to keep with me, stuffed with Kleenex. Interesting guest list at the big Brit do. Elton John? The Beckhams? And what is it with Victoria Beckham, anyway? She always looks like someone just farted in her face. Must be wonderful to be rich and famous, but does that make her superior to the rest of us? If she were TRULY rich, she would be a lot happier, don't you think? Well, I am happy today. My brother is recovering nicely from his "incident". I am about to mow the lawn, put laundry in the dryer, brush the Pickle, and maybe sew a little. Busy, productive, RICH little life. And I am smiling, too.
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