As November would have it, it's raining acorns again. Dropping on our roof by the millions, it seems; a nutty hail storm that has me thinking that life would be pretty darned good if the oaks were raining money instead.
Just another one of those lotto-land fantasies I'm afraid — one that, if brought to fruition, would surely make the coming days more comfortable; maybe even move me into that upper tax bracket that politicos seem so concerned about extending tax breaks for these days.
Back to reality.
This annual pelting, as annoying as it has become these past days, is the trade off for living in the cool shade of some rather grand, old southern oaks. Believe me, there's no cursing to be done in July when the "feels like" temp under the back yard oaks is about 10 degrees cooler than everywhere else. No doubt the squirrels and the wild birds are happy campers now as they snatch up the fall crop that nature's calendar has bestowed.
Like life in general, taking the good with the bad is all part of it.
This week's spoonful of sugar comes from across the pond.
A prince is engaged to be married and that is good; the morning news cycle's overstated "bomb shell" that leads the way in lighting the lives of the good people living in the United Kingdom and beyond.
Life is tough for many these days, both here and in England, too, where a monarchy can shine a glaring light on the widening gap between the have's and the have not's.
But Kate Middleton hails from common blood. And in this case, it seems, it started out with a friendship that blossomed into true love. So this unfolds as one those Harry Met Sally/Cinderella stories; a regal romance complete with a finger laden with the late Lady Di's sapphire engagement ring.
Knock-offs, I've heard, are already flooding the jewelry market.
No doubt it's a welcome attention getter.
"Kate in a bathing suit," "Kate in her royal blue engagement designer dress, " "Kate Can Drink the Prince Under the Table," are more palatable reads than the usual November grind that brought us mid-term elections, a newly red hued nation and some rather emboldened chatter about one party's mandate that will surely wipe away any kind of stilted progress that might have come over the last two years. Then there's the recent release of President George W. Bush's book so we can all rehash the eight years of W's reign.
So yes, I think I'll take that spoonful of sugar now.
All hail to the prince's bride!
Michele Miller can be reached at email@example.com.