Wednesday, November 20, 2024

BUBBLES CASSIDY....

 ....or AKA The Mistress Borghese is back, late in yesterday. Rested, rejuvenated, invigorated, and a sort of better outlook, ready to go back to work, gulp, but...I'll be hard to handle. Have you ever wondered about my returns to the Casa du Borghese with the houseboys? My return yesterday. I've long said that if I'm doing all wrong, I'll be alright!

More later...or sooner, or later. A busy schedule calls....

Sunday, November 10, 2024

THE CONTINENT

Well, in a few hours I'll be popping my little blue happy pill, (not that one, I sure don't need that one.) to calm me and make me happy for the 15-hour flight for the long-awaited vacation that's been rescheduled several times. Completely off the grid too. It remains to be seen if Warbucks and I will be as dignified as Baroness Karen Von Blixen and Hon Denys Finch Hatton. Who knows, I may even return to this god forsaken country. Blogging will return in two weeks. In the meantime.......

Saturday, November 9, 2024

JUNGLE

I figured this is appropriate and mood enhancing. I can't get enough of this group. Here's the live performance from the Brit Awards this year.

Back to packing the streamer trunks......

Friday, November 8, 2024

AUNTIE MAME

 Still in such a rotten funk and can't snap out of it. Between the three-week showroom set up, now complete thank goodness, and the election, I'm exhausted.  Knowing that many voted in a convicted criminal to the highest position in government speaks volumes about how crooked, uneducated and how morals and expectations have fallen in this country. Heck, years ago, if a candidate of any kind did just two of the things the Dump did, they wouldn't have stood a chance and then, just dropped out, or received no votes. Or resign. No one would have thought of casting a vote for them. We do we expect less now??? Like fellow blogger and Gin Blossom Jon said on Steve's blog. "Crime pays in America, it seems." He nailed it.

But my life motto and my life inspiration came to me last night. A movie I live by. Between this and my trip I hope this snaps me out of it. I like all the versions of the movie, the Roz Russell version is my favorite, but the song video isn't available. But you get the jist.

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Tuesday, November 5, 2024

SEA OF TRANQUILITY


I was going to share these last weeks, after my birthday weekend. But thought they might be better to share today, as we could all use a major break from the news and election and its results. The beach has always been my happy place, the best locale on the planet for me. Nothing like the sound, smell and sight of the seaside. As soon as we hit the beach last week, no, not in swimwear, I know disappointed no shot of that right? But just to take a walk, I could feel the being centered starting and stress melt away. On a beach, for me anyhow. nothing else matters, and the rest of the world is shut off. Just imagine the lucky souls living in the above house, with these views, and sounds daily. I will not view or watch any news today, at least till tonight. I was originally going to hang out a bit at Dem headquarters with staff and volunteers who helped with national, state, and local race elections work that was done, and I met some nice people, and a few cuties, but have now ditched that plan. I will meet my good friend and sister Mame after dinner, at a bar we hang in for a drink or two for a few results then come home and either go right to bed or watch some BBC comedies....and await the results, which I suspect will take days. Why worry and fret till they come in? it's out of my control. My anxiety and blood pressure will just go up. I must remember I did all I could, helping with various volunteering efforts, and placed my all-important vote.

But still, what I wouldn't give to be on this beach right now, awaiting the results to finish. And Rehoboth Beach yet no less, how ironic. That is a good sign, I hope.


Awwwww, isn't this better?

ELECTION DAY

 

Just a quick post to wish a Happy Election Day!!! For me anyhow the work is done, volunteering efforts finished, and my vote already placed. My ensemble for the workday.

Wishing you all a Happy and SAFE Election Day!

🎈🎈🎈

Monday, November 4, 2024

APOLOGIES

I owe my Dump-loving supporting friends an apology. I've been critical of the Dump presidency. But to be fair, the Dump wasn't that bad, other than,....


289 reasons to not vote for him and I'm sure some reasons are not here. So vote for Kamala... if for only to keep democracy going. If he wins, heavens forbid.

Saturday, November 2, 2024

MEANWHILE.....

 ....at the Casa du Borghese...


The Mistress Borghese is receiving, and entertaining.

Friday, November 1, 2024

IN THREE WORDS

In this feature, each week I'll share a guest with you all, 

and you tell me in only three words what come to mind.


In Three Words...

Edgar Allan Poe 

AUTUMN LEAVES


 Tender Vittles loves the autumn sun....and leaves. Forget raking. If there is a pile, he runs through the pile or lounges in it. But how can one begrudge Buster his fun?

Thursday, October 31, 2024

HALLOWE'EN

 

When the clock strikes, and the world is asleep, Into the night the spirit's creep. Through the veil between worlds, thin and frail, Comes the enchantment of the Halloween tale.

Witches on broomsticks, soaring high, Underneath the star-kissed sky. Ghost whispering secrets in the breeze, And skeletons rattling their keys.

The witching hour, a time of power, Unleashed in this spectral bower. A celebration of the strange and unseen, a tribute to all things Halloween.

A Happy Hallows to you all

We at the Casa du Borghese has it's carved pumpkins ready, and candy for tonight. I'm getting home early for the night. Stop by if you dare, I'd be curious if you take the trick or the treat?

👻🎃💀

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

SEA WITCH WEEKEND

 
Is it the weekend yet? I have to admit, I'm not one to usually celebrate my birthday, but this year it's turned into a two-week celebration. At the beginning of October two clan members and the Capital Street Duo informed that I was going to be kidnapped and taken somewhere, and it turned out to be the Sea Witch Festival in Rehoboth Beach. All the years I've been going to Rehoboth, I'd never seen the parade. So the four of them whisked me off room and dinner and drinks all paid, and the Dame even treated me to a mani and pedi...which was heavenly. We enjoy three very good dinners out, the parade itself, two drag shows and had two nice walks on the beach. We stayed at the Rehoboth Guest House, which makes for an amazing stay, every amenity and more is treated to guest and such details. The owners are two guys I know who have a lovely permeant site at the Woods Campground, so I like to give them the business. And Garret really got into decorating for Halloween, which made the visit even more fun as I love Hallowe'en. And Garrett has a killer smile and flirtatious personality...one of these times I suspect we may get into trouble!! 

I don't know why, but I felt someone was watching me the whole time.

 
My private balcony.
Love when my accessories arrive before I do, and one can never have too many witches hats.
The butler had seen better days.

But he huge drawer was the parade itself, the Sea Witch which refers to the mascot of the annual Sea Witch Festival. She is most often represented by one to two parade balloons, Sally and later Hilda. Modern writers have tied her story to the concept of the "weather witch", which was allegedly encountered by treasure hunters seeking the "treasure of the MHS Braakk a Royal Navy ship that sank on May 23, 1798 in the Delaware Bay off the coast of Cape Henlopen. The ship capsized, drowning captain Andrew Drew and 35 of his crew. Rumors swirling the ship had been carrying a large treasure of gold and silver. Over the passing years many tried to do expeditions, but kept running into bad weather, where finally, one day, The Colstadt group tried to change the weather by "rasing a witch". Many years later an ode was born, and the Sea Witch became tradition for the town. The parade is a heavily costumed event by parade attendees and the one in the parade and attended by the thousands. I was pleasantly surprised to see one division of the Philly Mummers there too.

And even in Rehoboth at the Guesthouse, the squirrels love me. I guess maybe I am a squirrel whisper.
Call me Mistress Doolittle