I have completed one of the books brought to me for my recuperation. Today I sat on the front porch with the glorious sunshine soaking into my achy bones. Mmmmm. And I began the Sherlock Holmes book I received as a Christmas gift from my son. And I am looking forward to doing the same thing tomorrow. After all I have accomplished quite a lot the last few weeks.
In reference to yesterdays post, how come do little girls want to be a princess and not a queen? The status of queen does not become sought after till maybe high school. Did you want to be prom princess? Or how about homecoming princess? By that time of a girl's life princess is runner up, not the big time. But in the world of fairy tales, queens are evil or mostly background characters. Maybe it is an age thing. So next Halloween, look for the queens. You will probably count them on one finger unless Julia Roberts makes a breakthrough with the new movie.
How come I really do not care about gas prices? How come I really do not care about the Republican candidate selection? And how come this pose feels better than it looks? Guess it is an age thing again!