Barker’s Jewelers called that my amethyst necklace had been restrung and was ready to be picked up. So I go in my car and went to get it because it is one of my favorite things – the stones are irregular and polished and feel like silk sliding through my fingers. That, of course, means a lot to someone who has always found comfort in the satin edge of a blanket – a “feeler” my father dubbed it.

I went farther south than the store is so that when I turned east and then north, I would be in a position to park in front of the store. That route took me past the Strand and there it was on the marquee: The King’s Speech – 7 pm.”  So at 6:45 I was tucked in my seat with popcorn and soda and waiting for the movie to begin.

I thought it was a really good movie. A very good movie.  I thought the make-up of the actor playing Churchill was awful, but then the name of the movie wasn’t Churchill’s Speech.

I didn’t think of it at the time, but remembering the scene of King George walking out of the broadcast room, the thought “Bertie plays the Palace” crosses my mind and I am proud for him.

I started to write a bit of a post yesterday and then stared at the screen and thought well, perhaps later.

Well, in that “later” my DVD player broke and so did my little firestove. I called Der Bingle to tell him and the first thing he said was, “Good thing you don’t have a pacemaker.” Then Quentin called to console me and laugh a little with me. . .and my phone beeped “low and low and cannot get any lower” battery and the charger was not near me.

My blog did not put itself out there yesterday . . . and maybe you were very lucky.