Watching the newscasts of Queen Elizabeth's Diamond Jubilee celebration, I'm once again reminded of the similarities between the British monarch and my mother.
Though I could address several factors to illustrate the comparison, the most obvious one is the queen's purse.
Nay. Make that her pocketbook.
Queen Elizabeth always carries a pocketbook. It may be of natural straw, patent leather, black velvet, satin brocade or the finest lace, but the style never changes. It's a double-strapped handbag that opens like a book and closes with a clasp in the center.
Identifying a musical work has been a fun thing in our family for as long as I have memory.
We'll hear something on the radio or on a TV show and I can't rest until I recall the song title.
My spouse frequently said I should have gotten on the old TV show, "Name That Tune." He thought I could have won the top prize.
It's true that most of the time I can spit out the name immediately, but when I can't, it's painful.
As a lifelong grammarian, I frequently shudder at what has happened to ordinary conversation.
I grew up around two cousins and an aunt who constantly corrected any of my deviations from proper speech.
Instead of resenting this, I actually appreciated it. Their well-meaning corrections helped me to speak and write correctly most of the time.
Words are my life. This has been so for as long as I have memory. But there are times when words are inadequate to express what one feels.
I'm living in such a time.
As most people know, on May 4 I suffered the greatest loss I have known. This was the final day of life for my husband of 36, nearly 37, years.
Before this happened, I thought I understood grief. I've buried both my parents and other loved ones and said the final goodbyes to friends who were as close as family. But losing a spouse? It's an experience unlike any other.
Only those who have been there know what I mean.
The Social Security Administration recently announced that the most popular baby names for 2011 were Sophia and Jacob.
This is the 13th year in a row that Jacob topped the list for boys and the first year for Sophia, who knocked Isabella to No. 2 after a two-year stint at the top of the female list.
Only one new name made the top 10 on either list this year. Mason rocketed to No. 2 from outside the top 10 to replace Anthony on the boysâ€™ side.
It was also reported that Elvis has returned to the top 1,000, coming in at No. 904 on the rankings. That's good. Elvis needs to be there.
For many years my minister spouse has collected what is known among the church folk as bulletin bloopers.
These are basically mistakes â€” some caused by typos, some resulting from misplaced words, some stringing the wrong words together that change the meaning, often drastically and embarrassingly so â€” but basically they're little pieces of funny stuff that weren't intended to be so.
No cash in the pocketbook? Well, just put that on the charge-a-plate
As a Lucille Ball zealot, I can fill in the dialogue on most of the old "I Love Lucy" episodes.
Truth be told, I've seen these reruns so many times that I think I could play any of the characters â€” maybe even Little Ricky.
In addition to their entertainment value, these old shows are trips in nostalgia. They trigger many memories of life as I remember it from earlier years.
A recent posting (see blog at www.mysaline.com “Received a letter in the mail about Dennis Milligan”) has rekindled discussion about my declining Mr. Milligan’s request to swear him in on January 1, 2011. I have been called a “misfit,” among other things, and an embarrassment to the judiciary. The Code of Judicial Conduct allows me to respond to such criticism.
Sometimes when a columnist sets out to write a weekly column, he or she is frustrated by a lack of readily available reference material on the chosen topic.
This is not one of those times.
As a matter of fact, the more I searched, the more I was flabbergasted by the magnitude of the horrors, woes, and ills being heaped upon mankind by the evil, evil, EVIL United Nations. Did I mention they are evil?
Fine dining fascinates me. Not that I'm going to be overseeing a fancy soiree or anything of that nature, nonetheless I am intrigued by the effort and talent that go into such an event.
I like eating with sterling flatware, real china and crystal goblets, but these aren't included in my current lifestyle. Most of the time I eat my meals on a TV table in a living room that serves as a rehab facility of sorts.