It's a beautiful Saturday, bright sunlight. After over a week of severe thunderstorms, tornadoes, and incessant rain, the sun is like a miracle. I'm having my deck rebuilt, and the workers barely got the concrete poured for the posts when it began raining (again) last week. Then, because it rained every day this past week there's been nothing but mud outside my door. The sun came out yesterday long enough for them to return and get the foundation part done. They assure the job will go quickly now.
My mom had surgery this week. The tiny bones of her inner ear had calcified, which is supposed to be somewhat common, and has affected her hearing. The surgery (which has 27 syllables and is unpronounceable) involves lifting the ear drum, removing the bones, and replacing the bones with plastic/metal "bones." The surgery went well (all outpatient, two hours, with the magic of lasers), and we'll know next week how much it's helped.
I don't know about you, but I actually got up at four yesterday morning to watch the royal wedding -- what a difference from Diana and Charles' wedding. Kate's dress was just perfect; I've always said that true elegance is simple, and that dress proved it.
Of course, my favorite of the entire group has always been Harry. Watching him walk with William in the church I could easily imagine Harry being the one to "save" the kingdom in battle and in politics. It makes me wonder again about the rumors of Harry being Diana's lover's son rather than Charles.
Well, I slept late this morning and made french toast for breakfast. Which I naturally shared with my birds. They're all taking naps now, after stuffing their little beaks.