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I HAVE A SUITOR.
You can see him in this snapshot I took from my balcony. By the way, you don't need to mention this to my husband.
My suitor (I so prefer that term to "stalker") is incredibly handsome and well groomed, with perfect posture. He always wears his uniform. I have identified it as the uniform that the Beefeaters wear save two minor differences. The breeches and fuzzy high hat are both white, rather than scarlet and black, respectively. Queen Elizabeth has such a sense of style! She had the exact same uniform made up for my guard but with the white hat and breeches. This, of course, is the Florida version of the Beefeaters' uniform.
He definitely has been sent from the Queen and is one of the Yeomen Warders of Her Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress, the Tower of London. His London counterparts' duties are, theoretically, to look after prisoners in the Tower and to safeguard the Crown Jewels.
I have no prisoners here at Ocean Place Palace, except for, say, my husband. But I have lots of jewelry. The Queen is an avid reader of my blog, got worried and sent one of her guys over to guard it for me. She has always been an extremely kind and generous fan.
My guard stations himself, stiff as a board under my balcony day and night. I call, "Good morning, Yeoman" to him from my balcony, as did Juliet to Romeo. Indeed, I surreptitiously blow kisses to him during cocktail hours. My husband, puzzled, wonders, "What on earth is Susan up to now?" as my kisses float off into the sea-scented air. At night I call down, "Sweet dreams, my Yeoman." Just as strict as any Beefeater at the Palace, he never responds in any way - just stands there erect and immobile, not so much as a hint of a smile or the blinking of an eye. Still, I know he loves me.
Today is the last day here at my sand castle. I am thinking that I cannot bear to leave Yeoman. He is a part of me now and has really gotten under my skin. I have decided to throw caution to the wind. I will go down on the beach and thank Yeoman for being there for me. Perhaps I'll kiss him goodbye and see what ensues. I am so excited to actually meet him.
Post script
Good heavens! I am shocked and dismayed. Perception has played a cruel trick on me. There is no Yeoman–never was at all. I have fallen in love with a lifesaver stand!
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I very much enjoyed this post. I want you to know that I am happy to share my Beefeaters with you.
ReplyDeleteYou may have been into too much Beefeater while at the beach. It us unlikely to confuse a life saver stand for a suitor let alone fall in love with it!
ReplyDeleteI will have a gin and tonic on that one since the guy on the beach looks just like the guy on my bottle but the only thing is after 4 or 5 he starts to move but that is OK because they clean the beach every morning which means no matter where his steps take him he won't fall on any debris
ReplyDeleteJack, He is a very good dancer, really, if it is windy out. Not much of a conversationalist though!
ReplyDeleteI read Jellyfish Hash and The Flying Unibrow - loved them! You are very talented.
ReplyDeleteI have always seen these people when I am taking a shower in my marble tiled shower. Could stand there for a half hour looking for and finding them.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when that happens.
ReplyDeleteI love what goes on in your head and comes out in your art.
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