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how is everybody today!!!!????? Yowwwwwwwzzzzzzzaaaa!!! I still can not believe it is JUNE 1st!!!
I've got to get busy planting my Cosmos or is it too late??? I don't think so, they have June, July, August, September to grow!!!
GUESSSSSSS what???? Today is the DAY i MET my PRINCE!!! That's what he looked like to me that day and our wedding day! June 1st, 33 years ago, it was a Friday night, my girlfriend and I decided to go to this Club called "The Top of the Tree" I've told the story before on here when I posted a pic of my crown( hair braided and pinned up) I used to wear back in the day! I was wearing a gypsy scarf that night and he asked me why I was wearing it sooooooooo I went into the bathroom after we had finished our dance, took the scarf off and the electric went off!!!! LOL Woooooo HoOOOOoO!!!!
6 months later I was Mrs. Jerry Oliverio!!!!
The next year, 1974, June 1st, they released me from the hospital from having a miscarriage. May 30, 1974, I lost my first dear sweet child, who I always thought was a girl but the Dr. said it was too soon to tell, but I was 3 months! What else didn't he tell me? That's why every May 30th and in November when he or she should have been born I get melancholy! Angels, Angels, Angels everywhere!!!
This May 30, I was melancholy and played Nicolette Larson's 1980 cassette, "Radioland" This sweet artist, what a songbird!!! died December, 1997 from complications of a cerebral edema! She was only 45 years old! One of the songs she sings on this cassette is "Gone Too Long" Yes, both have been gone too long but I think of them as angels, ANGELS UP THERE!!! Have you heard any of her songs? One of her more famous songs was Neil Young's "Lotta Love" and her last album was a baby's album, "Sleep Baby Sleep"
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing... An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
John Keats