Jill: We really shouldn’t. Just because Tonic, or whatever the dog’s name is, found the key doesn’t mean we should go inside.
Jack: Sure we should. Didn’t the owner of the house tell us to meet her here now? Didn’t we see OUR Tonic sitting inside there large as life? We’ll just open the door long enough to switch dogs back the way they are supposed to be, then lock it up and put the key where it was. No harm, no foul. Right.
Jill: I don’t know, Jack… Wait, Jack… isn’t this the dog you said was Tonic coming up now?
Jack: What? I can’t hear you from the door. Just a minute, almost got it.
Jill: Wait! Jack! This dog is the one, right?
Jack: Yeah, the one with his nose against the window? That’s the one. Why? (click)

Jill: But Tonic’s nose isn’t pink!
Today’s theme is pink
Previously in Jack and Jill Temptation
Saturday photo scavenger hunt
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No, I did not oh-so-conveniently skip “flag” last week. I’m sure I’d have come up with something. I simply couldn’t pull it off with all the computer problems and time crunches. I’m in the parking lot of a public library right now, and consider myself lucky.
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White sheets. White curtains. White walls.
Hospitals are full of bland.
Gene fingers the button to call the nurse.
Where are his clothes? Should he take them?
Then what, home to Dad?
Not likely.
Decisions overwhelm him.
Can’t decide anything with a fuzzy head.
Gene rolls over. Sleeps. Lets the Social Services lady
have her way.
I can’t get at the file where Suzie’s House is right now, but I can still write a little something about it. So this is for my regular readers. Sorry about the hold ups.

It’s been one heck of a week. I managed to go no where fast in a whole bunch of different ways.
1. I moved my web site. I moved my blog to my domain, ditched my old web site, and ditched my old host all in one fell swoop.
2. I learned how to turn a blog into an entire web site with multiple pages and everything.
3. I broke a bunch of links. Seriously, by the time I was done I must have broken nearly a thousand of them. It’s going to take me months to clean it all up.
4. I broke one too many, and lost my site entirely. I had no site at all for a couple of days.
5. I missed my regular weekly postings – all of them – for the first time in over a year.
6. I rebuilt my web site from scratch and had it back online in a mere two days.
7. I made parts of three shirts and two skirts. I’m hoping to finish them all tomorrow. I completed one skirt and shirt.
8. I got two laptops that had been limping along fixed. One now has Linux. Now I have to learn Linux. That’s still better than the mangled form of vista that had been running on it.
9. I bought and installed a printer/scanner/copier machine.
10. I removed my Craig’s List ad for and I.T. guy as a lost cause. They all acted like answering my ad was doing me a favor, and most didn’t understand what I was looking for.
11. I checked my P.O.Box, collected about a pound and a half of mail jammed into a small box and didn’t rip anything.
12. Discovered a renewal notice for my car’s license plates in the P.O. Box. It was due that day.
13. Went to the DMV, took a number, sat down, and discovered they were running two hours behind. Thought about all the sewing I still had left to do, and walked out without getting renewed. Guess what I get to do today. This time I’ll bring a laptop. Might as well learn Linux while I wait.
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George IV never much cared for his wife, Princess Caroline, who at this time was still on the Continent. So when she took up with another man he saw it as a perfect opportunity to get rid of her.

Although Brougham’s plan had been well thought out and looked, on paper, to be solid, a few small points had been overlooked. One, he learned from Lord Lauderdale, was that Parliament could not pass an act “ratifying the separation unless the Princess was found guilty of infidelity, or confessed to it.” Brougham approached her about the possibility of confessing. As soon as there was public ice skating in hell; he was told. There was still separation by mutual consent.
Both parties agree to separate. After, of course, some agreement had been reached as to the Princess’s annuity. Neither party was agreeable to this. Much too…impermanent. Both wanted to be well shut of the other. Besides, the Prince was convinced he had the goods on his wife and wanted her publicly humiliated. Didn’t the Milan Commission have eighty-five sworn statements? The Prince ran up against his own Cabinet. They were very reluctant to agree to a divorce unless the Princess was actually guilty of adultery
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Let’s try this thing again. I lost everyone in the melt down. I’ll try to get linked to you today. Wouldn’t hurt to remind me.
For those who missed it, I thought it would be best to have a system for filling in my blog roll because I am so bad about remembering to add people who link to me. A lot of the time I don’t even notice when people do it, or when I notice do notice, I’m busy with other things. By the time I’m back here, I’ve forgotten.
Anyway, the idea is that if you’ve linked to me LET ME KNOW. I will be sure to link back to you.
Wow. That was bad. Just when I thought I was going to get away with a tolerable move all H broke out.
I’m piecing the site together now. Please be patient with me.
Edited 6/30/09 6:30 p
Yesterday, after a long night of tossing and turning, I woke up with words like these floating in my head.
Three years down the tubes
held in limbo between one host and another
existing only in a single, vulnerable, already flawed file.
Pleas and begging tossed back upon
a correct understanding of responsibility.
Two little fields, “corrected” in hast;
the blue screen of doom.
Swimming through the Codex to find
years and years of unanswered cries for help.
One week will never return.
Gone.
Electronic dust.
I’ve spent the day like one of those new swimmers on the high dive. I run to the end, look down, down, down at the deep water, and backpedal fast. Over and over. If anyone could see me, they’d be yelling and jeering because I’m taking up other people’s turns being scared. All because I’m trying to move my blog. So this list is really a run-down of my day.
1. I hope this will turn out like when you have a leak that goes on for months, and when you call the plumber it turns out to be quick and easy and only costs a few fingers, rather than an arm and a leg.
2. I fear it will be like when you decide to fix the leak yourself and end up replacing floors and walls.
3. I hope I don’t mess anything up when I ditch GoDaddy.
4. I hope whatever hosting company I end up with will be easier to understand.
5. I hope I can figure out this jargon in the Wordpress Codex. For the most part they aren’t bad, but I hit one patch with five words in a single paragraph that meant nothing to me.
6. I fear I don’t get a lot of this stuff because I’m a total idiot.
7. I hope my kids will stop bugging me while I try to figure this stuff out.
8. I hope this will only cost a leg, not an arm and a leg.
9. I fear I should have gone ahead and hired the guy who wanted a thousand dollars and ten months to do this for me.
10. I hope you like my new digs once I have it all pulled together.
11. I fear any editors or agents I mean at the convention will take one look and decide I’m a rank armature who should have hired the expensive and time consuming guy.
12. I hope I can get my new banner done now that I have a spiffy new scanner.
13. I fear there is only one week to do it as that is when I leave town.
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When Princess Charlotte died, her mother, Princess Caroline, was off toodling around in Europe while being watched by an eager to dislodge husband, George IV.

It’s hard to imagine that Princess Caroline did not know about all the people following her. What is really amazing is that she didn’t seem to care what her behavior was doing to her reputation. Said one historian; “For months past the Regent had been closely following his wife’s wild progress with intentness and disgust. Foreign rulers had been made aware that any favors granted her would cause grave displeasure in London.”
With England the preeminent economic power in Europe, such displeasure carried real consequences. As reports on Caroline continued to pile up, the Prince Regent decided to launch an official inquiry, the Milan Commission, into his wife’s disgraceful behavior. Word from abroad was that Caroline was not just behaving badly, she was behaving like a lunatic.
Three men, attorneys William Cooke and John Allen Powell and Major Thomas Henry Browne, an Italian speaking officer who served under Wellington in Spain, were dispatched to Italy to collect first hand reports on the Princess. In the summer of 1818 these gentlemen traveled wherever Caroline had traveled, taking down the “voluntary answers” of servants, sailors, innkeepers, gamekeepers, fishermen, postilions and gardeners.
Their inquiries were not without danger. Wrote Browne to the Prince; “The Princess is at the moment so completely surrounded by the family of Perigami (her lover and Chamberlain)and they are such a determined set of Ruffianos that they would not scruple at any act, however desperate, against those whom they might suspect of acting to their prejudice.”
The three men carried on regardless. By November of 1818 Browne reported that “no doubt everything had been completely proved.” That they had “collected sufficient evidence to warrant a public inquiry.” By the following July, the men had the sworn statements of eighty-five witnesses. Cooke wrote the Prince that, “We are under the necessity, therefore, of humbly stating that in our opinion this great body of evidence establishes the fact of a continued adulterous intercourse between the Princess and Perigami.”
It was not the Prince’s desire alone to prove this fact that made these men focus on adultery. By mid 1818, the Queen was rapidly approaching the end, many, including the Prince Regent, were sure that the Kings death was also near. It was imperative that Caroline be stripped of her title with a charge that none of her supporters could challenge. The charge of adultery served Henry VIII well enough, it being that such a charge against a Princess of Wales would automatically include a charge of high treason. If it was good enough for Henry, it would be good enough for the Prince Regent.
If Caroline was mostly unconcerned about what people were saying about her, she professed to be very upset about the way English persons were treating her. She claimed the English members of her “establishment” did not leave because they found her conduct distasteful, she got rid of them because they “cheated her outrageously.” Such a charge might have held more water if Caroline had not been lavishing expensive gifts on her lover, Bartolommeo (don’t ask me to pronounce it) Perigami.
“Like what, Mr Al? What did she give him?” I’m glad you asked. Like…Villa Cassielli, which she claimed cost “only” 7,500 pounds. This at a time when a skilled worker in London was clearing 40 shillings a year. What she didn’t add was the fact that she also bought all the furniture for the Villa, outfitted the kitchen, put horses in the stable, carriages, to give the horses something to do, linens for all the bedrooms, drapes and floor coverings, and, of course, paid for all the servants.
And this is only one example. Princess Caroline’s “personal household staff” consisted almost entirely of Pergami family members. It was not for nothing that Mr Browne feared for his life if the Pergami clan got wind of their plan to shut off the money spigot. With the Milan Commission up and running, Caroline’s supporters knew it was only a matter of time before the whole mess became front page news. Henry Brougham, a friend who pleaded with Caroline to remain in England, sent his brother, James, to Italy to meet with her.
The reason was two-fold. First, to get an up-close look at Caroline’s “lifestyle choices” and see how much of what was being said about her was true, and second, to offer the Princess a plan that the Broughams hoped would nip the Milan Commission in the bud. What James discovered confirmed the worst charge that the commission would raise. Princess Caroline and Pergami were indeed living as “husband and wife.”
He found Pergami himself to be a rather likable chap. “Remarkably good sort of man…very active, quite a different man from what I had expected.” Alas, he was shagging the Princess of Wales. A blind deaf-mute could prove that in court before his breakfast got cold. Time to lay out The Plan. Beat the Prince Regent to the punch. Have Caroline ask for a divorce! Or, at the very least, a Parliamentary separation.
This is what James suggested to his brother; “I should propose that she write a letter to the Prince stating her reasons for wishing a divorce or Parliamentary separation…You must give me the style of this letter, because she will ask me to write it for her, and it must be well done, as there is no saying what may be made of it hereafter. She should begin by asserting innocence…hightoned in the style of Mary Queen of Scots…accusing the Regent of plaguing her by these inquisitions, and by concluding by saying as her daughter is dead, and there is no hopes of her having any pleasure in England she thinks it better for both to separate. I am quite convinced that it is the very best thing that can be done on every account, and the sooner the better, before she loses more character, or in fact before England knows more of the matter.”
A good plan. Unfortunately for Caroline, her husband had other ideas.
-Mr. Al
The Walking Man
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