Some months ago, when Prince William and Kate Middleton became engaged, I couldn’t resist writing about my interest in the royals. Now that William and Kate’s wedding is a few hours away, I can’t resist writing another short post.
Life has been hard for me lately, but I’m hanging in. I’m living in temporary quarters until the remodel of our new home is completed. My ill husband is doing well while I do my own best to care for him. In a few days, he goes into the hospital again.
These things, combined with life’s usual daily tasks, have made time all too precious. There has hardly been time to get everything done, no less to write in this beloved blog.
Today, though, I simply must take pause for a little relaxation and stay-at-home travel. Today, I’m going to London!
When I lived near London, I loved to attend evensong at Westminster Abbey.
I loved to take walks through St. James Park.
I went to loads of plays in the West End and ate at the excellent restaurants there. All these things were part of my life in the years I lived in England.
Though life was very good when I enjoyed these features of English life, there was one thing I didn’t like. That lone disappointment was standing in front of Buckingham Palace.
Not that this was inherently tedious; after all, if one stands in front of the palace long enough, one might get to chat with one of Her Majesty’s guards.
The source of the problem was my own fault: I’d invited family and many friends to visit me from my home country, the good old USA. What was the one touristy thing every visitor wanted to do? You guessed it. Go to Buckingham Palace.
Now, anyone reading this who might be from England already knows the weather English people “enjoy”. (Just look at the background of the pictures in this post. Notice the clouds?) Time after time, at my countrymen’s request, I’d take them to the famous Palace. For much too long, we’d stand there on the “other,” public, side of the fence. We’d stand, freezing, in the chill and drear.
But tomorrow, the day of the big wedding, though there’s a likelihood of sprinkles, we’re also promised some springtime sun. And, instead of the usual gaggle of tourists rubbernecking as they hope to spot a royal, the royals will actually be seen. This time, how I’d like to be there!
Even so, I admit I’m not game to stay up through the night. Depending on the channel, TV coverage there starts at 10:00 or 11:00 a.m. (zero GMT in England)—-which translates to the wee hours in California. Trying to keep awake so late would wreck me for days. A wreck can’t take care of her dearest hubby.
But I’ve gone ahead and done it. I’ve met the challenge. I’ve performed my own miracle of stay-at-home travel.
I’ve finally learned to program my DVR!
Tonight, I’ll sleep with my hubby. As wedding bells ring, I’ll nestle in my pillow, sugarplum visions swirling in my head. My future royals’ wedding will unfurl without my watching, and be recorded all the while for playback next morning.
In this way, I’ll be in sync with my “adoptive” country, my number two land, a land I love. I’ll be in sync with people in London. And possibly with millions around the world.
Guess it was worth the effort to read the instructions for my DVR.
Cheers to all!