Good morning Bloggets. This is a long read… Are you sitting
comfortably? Today we have sunshine. After all night of pouring rain everything
is soaked outside windowsills and our outdoor boxes we keep our dog things in,
and the other the cushions for our outdoor chairs. Our Son made the second box
yesterday so last night was a test to see if it was waterproof and it is. Good
job Son. When I say made, I don’t mean
he has gone to his tool shed and brought out hammers nails and wood but put
together a plastic outdoor box that comes in a flat pack I bought from Amazon. Last
year. It’s been in the garage since then but now it’s made and looks really
good it has a log effect though it’s plastic. Blends in very well with our cane
fencing.
Though the birds are singing, there are definitely fewer of
them this year. I was reading that a generation of birds may be skipped because
of the awful weather we have had. Six very long months of hellish weather. At
last there is a good forecast on the horizon.
I did another thousand words on my love story I’m writing
last night. I still really don’t know where this is going but I’m determined to
keep going. I looked at my short stories last night I have seventeen that I
just haven’t taken further but this one I pray I will do so and I haven’t felt
so positive about any writing for a while. It’s what do people want these days.
It’s so not me to write explicit sex scenes I’m too subtle for that and
romantic or prudish? Haha. I have said before I don’t live in the modern world.
I will tell you something I found so funny. My Son said to me the other day
during breakfast around our table. “Mum, I think you should become a Catholic!””
I almost choked on my cocoa pops.
Not that I was eating them, or anything come to think about
it…
“Darling, what ever makes you think that?”” He knows my
religious beliefs so this to me was a really odd statement.
“You believe in everything a Catholic believes in.””
Me. “You mean I have morels?””
Him. “Well, you don’t believe in abortions. You don’t believe
people should have children out of marriage. You don’t even believe people
should sleep together if they are not married…””
Hahaha, and that translates that I should become a Catholic?
He continued to say things that I believe and don’t believe in. it was
interesting to hear his list. Half of which was wrong. I do hate the idea of women and girls having
abortions but I more so despise the idea that people get pregnant without
wanting to. As for sleeping together? Well there is a fine line. If my Son brought
home a girl I felt was perfect for him, then I would welcome her. I think if I
encourage a girl to sleep over it may glue them closer together. Honestly, I
can tell you half of my Sons friends have been allowed their girlfriends to
stay overnight from the age of 16, and they are still together. Far too young
to be far too serious. They are like robots and have no spark. It’s not normal
to be with someone that long though of course there are the odd exceptions
where by if you marry or are together from that age you are genuinely happy and
meant to be, but not the majority. In most cases, they will break up in later
life. and by that point they will have children.
Only a couple of days to go before I can tell you what we
bought Shamrock for her birthday gift. Gosh I really envy her for having such a
gift. My Son is super excited about it. Tomorrow is my Father in laws birthday
and it will be then he will open his gift from us and my Brother and Sister in
law!
Lot’s of Laws going on there.
Hub off tomorrow to his big office to do day one of his
introduction of his new role. It’s a daunting new project for him but one he
will do so well.
Gosh what a start to our year. What a total roller-coaster
it’s been. But now we are running along the tracks nicely and there are no dips
so far… this week.
What day are we on?
Oh, yeah, Monday.
Thank you for your very unusual ideas for me to write about.
I shall work on that for you. One of our Bloggets from America has asked me to
say hello to her daughter who has just become a Fifi Blogget. So, Kim, I shall
do that. Hello to Tori. I believe it’s your 17th birthday today, so
I would love to say a very happy birthday to you. I know what your gift is and I’m sure you are
going to love it. By now you will know what it is, a holiday to Hawaii…. Heck, seriously,
what happened to perfume or a CD? Wow
another couple of my Bloggets and friends are going there in a few days so all
of you enjoy it. Oh, as a child it was my dream to go there after seeing the
film with Elvis in it. Gosh, the colours in that film were stunning not to mention
Mr Presley’s singing and amazing looks. I adored that movie. Here is a link
This is the first day my eyes haven’t had 100% of pain in
ten days and first time my eyes are in discomfort but not killing me in years.
It’s funny so many people with my eye condition don’t suffer any pain at all. I
only have one friend who has my eye condition and their eyes hurt. My dear
friend and again our Blogget from Canada Carrie. So, I don’t know if it is my
type of RP, or just other things going on. Of course, I have mentioned it to
Doctors over the years, and of course they don’t care. There is no vision, so
no deal. “Out of sight, out of mind”” that old saying could be (without sight
no need to be kind)
Well I started to write this blog two hours ago and at last
I’m back with you. So, my Mondays memory today is one of my Husband and my
Wedding day.
Gosh, I was to marry my Prince. A handsome man who was my
first love from school. 28 years apart and together at last. How we found each
other again is another story I have touched on before in other blogs. But I
believe it wasn’t only my wish or will. I believe in something from a higher
power the only reason I say that is I developed strength that I had never had
in my life. and to get through most parts of my existence, I had to have some kind
of something whether it be strength or determination, or, my life was mapped
out for me and I was to continue to see
the gold at the end of my rainbow. Gold isn’t always money either as I believe
that money helps us so much and can get us things we can’t normally have but
you still need your soul to be happy.
My Husband was in America working had been travelling for 17
days before our wedding. Gosh, I was stressed. Before he left to travel with
his work, we went to our town. Hub got
his beautiful suit and new shoes. I ordered him a new shirt and tie whilst he
was away. Would it fit? Would the colour of the tie look OK? It was a black
wool tailored suit from a very expensive shop. He looked stunning in it that
was no surprise. I wanted him to wear a brightly coloured tie to take away the
heaviness of his suit. So, gold. I did think about pale pink, but my colour I
wanted to wear was gold so thought it would match. Our Son wore the same colour suit and tie. He
was a young lad and in my mind was also so very beautiful. He refused to get
his hair cut though, and to be honest I wasn’t that bothered. But, looking
back, it was a little long… his hair was light blonde and almost to his
shoulders. He had very wavy hair too. He was a picture though and all of my
friends told me he was such a good-looking lad as did they tell me I had a good-looking
husband to be. I was married for the first time to my ex for 23 years but now I
could breathe and be me even for a day. That year leading up to our wedding was
so very difficult. Two divorces my Hub and myself both had to deal with that
but thankfully they were resolved. Hystery. Well, in my case not as historical
as I wished for as our Son and I do say our Son as far as I am concerned I
brought my boy up on my own my ex lived in the same house. And now my Husband
is a Dad to my boy. His Father if you like is a long distant Uncle. I have no
bad feelings for him if it was just me he treat badly I would be over it
already, but he brought my Son into it so that’s the way it is.
I hope my ex will meet with a nice lady who can handle my ex
and not be handled by him but one who is genuine as the one he has now is a
total nightmare in fact a psychopath. But I never need to see her so be it.
They do say what goes around comes around.
Anyway, he’s out of the picture and our Son loves his Dad thankfully
as sometimes step parents are very much unwanted and of course there has been
teething problems but those problems I believe would have occurred even if my
Hub had been his blood Father. because
of my Husband, we have a very independent young man and has been since he was 15.
My Husband is the one my Son comes to if he has a problem or needs something
solving. I’m the one for hugs and lectures. OK, screaming sessions. I just lose
my cool. Hub is more collective, calm and clear in his outcome. BW says he’s a
business man, and he is…
He was being a business man when I was arranging our
blooming wedding. My good friend from London Julie, took me to one wedding
dress shop… if I could see, I would travel to many, but we must be happy with
what we are offered.
I did want my Mum there but obviously sadly she was long
gone to the big man in the sky. I wanted my Dad to give me away, again, he was
sitting at the same table as my Mum!
I wanted to see my wedding dress, and, again, 12 years of
being blind, I had to feel it and use my imagination. What would it look like
on? Mirrors everywhere around the wedding studio but to me they just felt like
glass walls. My dress was without shoulders so I wanted to buy a shawl. Where
from? I went on line. Thankfully I found one that was cream the same as my
dress with a satin texture on one side. I didn’t know what it looked like I
only read the words that described it briefly on line. It came and it was nice.
My Mother in law kindly arranged not only the wedding cake
but the flowers. She asked me what colour, I said yellow and gold ribbons. I
left what kind to her. I trusted her 100%. She did flower arrangements for
hobbies and won many competitions doing so. She even made ribbons for our guide
dogs bless her. And small flowers in yellow with gold ribbons for the men to
wear in their jackets.
I was getting calls from the hotel we were going to get
married in asking all kinds of questions such as who we wanted to be seated at
what table and not only that but what names did I want on the tables? I
couldn’t get in contact with my Husband as he was hours behind us in the UK. He
was also travelling to Japan from the US. Oh, no, such pressure, I mean, what
on earth do you call tables? I asked the lady for clues, well, she didn’t
really give any.
I can’t even remember all the names sadly of the tables but
one was called Caribbean as Hub our Son and myself hadn’t long been back from a
holiday there. The other one was called The Pyramid. Because as I have said before
at school Hubs Dad made a huge Pyramid from wood as a climbing frame and Hub
and I as small children used to run down the valley where the pyramid was having
a quick innocent kiss and run back to play with our pals…
Who would sit at what table? Oh, my, I do think too deeply
into these situations. I put my lovely
friend Vivi and her Husband who kindly did our wedding photographs as he is a
professional photographer on one table with my friend Julie who helped me with
my dress and my dear old friend Jill who lead me along the path to finding my
new chapter for freedom as well as another lady who again, taught me so much.
Sheila was an interesting lady a school teacher who was very strict and overly
honest in a manner some would find threatening but I respected her opinions and
brutal thoughts and ideas. And my long-term
friend from Russia as well as my Brother in Law with his lovely girlfriend at
the time now wife. So, that was my respectable table with brains and respect on
and people who I knew wouldn’t offend people. Another table was my brother in
law keeping him away from my other bro in law as they didn’t and don’t get on
at all. His partner of forever years and my old aunt who was a party person
full of life and embarrassing quotes. One who would not be prudish around my
brother in law and his boyfriend. As she too had a partner, who, wasn’t invited.
My friends Mr. Clock… interesting mixture and my dear friend JB. Hubs best
friend John from school who kindly wrote us a song and put it on CD and played
it as well as sang during the reception. So, the fun and little bit on the wild
side table. Then my brothers table with my Sister in law and little Niece with the
lovely Husband and a man with a dreadful plus one. Sadly, we had to invite her.
If I could have put her on a table outside in the carpark, that would have been
perfect. My Brother worked in the entertainment world and has seen all sorts.
So, could cope with that thing who called herself a woman. Some would argue.
So, our top table had us two and my Son who was Hubs best
man and did the most amazing job even his speech was fantastic. And who gave me
away for so many reasons, a much-loved man from Russia the Son of our old
Russian friend. I knew him since he was a tiny boy and I held him close to my
heart. He had a bad start in life and very sadly I fear his life now has got
worse. But he did his job though methodically but also played piano and he was
stunningly professional.
Hubs Mum God bless her and his Dad. Apart from three people
all there were more than wanted and welcome. My Brother sang us a song at
reception too. Gosh, it was a wonderful day apart from the worry leading up to the
day. What menu to have? Again, I had to choose it myself as Hub was away. Even
on the day of my wedding, was my Russian friend going to be able to turn up? I
was told there was a problem with passport, but looking back it was more than
that… I didn’t know at the time what I was dealing with. Gosh, I do now.
“Oh. Those. Russians.””
I went to get my make up put on professionally. At my home I
got a local hairdresser to come and do my hair. She straightened it and sprayed
some gold shimmer in as well as tiny cream and gold flowers.
The uncomfortable thing happened my old crazy Aunt, decided
it would be a lovely thing to do by giving me a bracelet to wear. On my wedding
day. Oh, my goodness. Though it was so kind of her, Bloggets, seriously, it was
hideous. No joke. And with my dress being so well, open especially on my arms,
I couldn’t exactly hide it under my sleeve. Haha. What to do? Offend her by not
wearing it? Or, totally spoil the look I wanted and wear it. No one would see
the flowers, and I doubt they would have even seen my dress. The whole focus
would have been on that blooming awful bracelet. Now, in my first marriage/wedding
I did what I was told and wore what I was given and had at the reception who I
had to have. This time round, oh, yes, it was my time in life. My Husband and I
had done what we were told all of our life from early days at boarding school
and right throughout life his first wedding he says was hell he hated it so
this time was our day. Again, finding that strength to not wear it, came from
something I had never had in my life before.
So, now are you wondering what the bracelet was like? Haha.
Oh, gosh, even if I told you which I will, it won’t do it justice. As in how
awful and tasteless it was. So, I think five strands of plastic pearls. Pink,
plastic, pearls. On the front of the strands was a block square panel of em.
Well, I guess glass or even metal silver studs. Meant to represent pearls and
diamonds. Pearls and diamonds, it wasn’t. one thing it was, huge.
My old Aunt though did help so much with our music. What
songs to have and that was great as again, I had to pick what song I was going
to walk down the isle to and over the phone, Hub said what he would like whilst
we signed the registrar. Then walking back up the aisle. So, I walked to my
love thanks to Lionel Richie Truly. Touch her soft lips and part by Walton was
whilst we signed and we walked back up the alter with Hubs faithful last guide
dog our saviour LC, AKA Suki with the song by Michael Bubble called Hold on and
finished the walk where everyone else walked out by hearing Bob Marley Don’t
worry.
as for Bob Marley, I can’t get Utube to play that one as I
have some restrictions on my lap top. But it’s a foot tapper for sure. And the
three little birds are our little family of three Hub myself and our Son.
It was an amazing day. I wrote a poem and Hub and I sang at
our reception. We danced and loved. There was no view for us, we couldn’t see a
thing. It was tough leading to our wedding day but on the day, we danced with
destiny and delved into our next adventure together. It was the best day of my
life and Hub says his second dream came true that day. First day when we met up
after all those years and second day our wedding day.
A beautiful car came to collect us to take us to a grand
hall for our honeymoon. And our life began as a married couple.
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