Don't Rain On My Parade

Hey World, Here I am!

Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill, It's me and not you
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?

I'm gonna march my band out.
I'll beat my drum.
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
Hey, at least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
So what I didn't make it?

But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection,
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion,
A Cinderella or a shine apple of its eye
I gotta fly once. I gotta try once.
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy. Juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir

So get ready for me love cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

I gotta fly once. I gotta try once.
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy. Juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir

Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.
Nobody, I said Nobody,
Nobody had better rain on my parade!

From my email

Oh how I dote on Miss Letty for sending me pretty pictures and acknowledging little bits of loveliness.

Mmm Hmm.

In search of the ever elusive Peace.

Did sun salutations this morning to get the day started off right. Now it is time to WRITE. After this short blog...

I went to the most beautiful wedding this past weekend in Ojai California. I now have borrowed a book about Krishnamurti, found a new love of succulents and gained a total respect for the family and friends of the bride. The stress-free event took place in the bride's parent's backyard, flowers were arranged by the 'aunties,' friends did makeup and hair, and the officiates and toasters all painted a realistic portrait of love, marriage, and the wilderness that is two people.

Below are a few images I "borrowed" from other people. The first is of the garden at the site of the rehearsal dinner. The second is of a gorgeous flower arrangement on the beverage table. The third is of one of the dinner tables as it was being set up. The last is of the bride carrying on her conversation as we bridesmaids attempted to eradicate a red wine stain on the Carolina Herrera.

for lady m

Ring pillow made over the weekend to M's specifications.  Have since swapped this flower for a different one.  

Retail Therapy

I've been a little down recently.  And yes I know that in the grand scheme of things I have no right or reason to be upset, but if I really need a reason you'll give me one.  That's well and good... but as is the case with just about every writer I've ever met, heard or read about it, I'm just facing one of those spells.  So there.  In addition I've had a fiercely unproductive day.  What does one do other than pop pills?  Online shopping.  Ta-da!  Without leaving my home, I can, with a little internet browsing, find something that will make me happy, order it all by myself without consulting anyone else, and have something to look forward to.    

So I went to Fishs Eddy and made my first purchase there after spending a year admiring their products.  In a matter of days, these beautiful Italian wine glasses will arrive at my door.  When they come, I will sit on my rooftop and do the other thing most writers spend their time doing... drink!    

I miss you, I really do.

I just can't seem to get around to blogging these days.  Employment has made my off hours quite precious, and I'm really trying to stay away from the computer.  But today has been a day of reconnecting-- I thought I owe it to my wee blog audience to say an overdue "hello."  So hello.  

Highlights of the weekend:

Corey Jo has chickens.

Caroline made bread.

Ian ate a panini.

Sol ran a race.

Letty worked.  And worked.

Carissa and Dwight moved (sigh).

Nathan and Randy's cat is alive and well.

Venice Home & Garden Tour with Lisa.

Barker Block tour with Bob and Russell.

Rip called.

Cha Cha Cha with Niniane.

Drinking a corona and will sit on the porch for a while with Albert Camus.  Until next time, know I love you.  I really do.