Wow! What a whirlwind lately!
Winter storms one right after another, a meteor hits the earth, Pope Benedict hits the road, Lent begins without him, Regina gave us a scare by spending a few days in a London hospital, a new Pope pops up, and daylight savings time is still kicking out behinds.
But todays' the first day of spring, and welcome it is, right?
In my crazy world as butler to a billionaire, right about now rich people all over the globe are returning home from their mysterious deep-winter retreats to Switzerland -- not just for skiing, mind you, but for their annual nips and tucks .
And with their new face lifts and tummy tucks, they're ready to face the grueling spring social season, already in full swing.
Due to the divorce I told you about earlier in the year, I'm not really sure how much this house will be participating.
There's a few small cocktail parties scheduled, but no big events or galas. (Which seems proper in my opinion.)
Apparently around here we're still in the process of figuring out who's on whose side, and who are still our friends.
Anyone who's ever gone through a divorce has had to face this same thing. Former friends of the married couple are suddenly faced with choosing sides as to which one they'll stick with.
In the world of the rich, however, it's been my observation that most people just step back and wait for the dust to settle. Which ever party winds up with the majority of the fortune intact gives them a better idea as to whom they should align themselves.
And there's some logic in this, by the way, in that the courts will decide for them who's in the wrong, if anyone, or if the split was amicable and everyone can go on happily about their business. All said and done, the rich stick together -- and the losers slip by the wayside.
It's just the way things are in their world.
As always, thanks for visiting tonight.
And Happy Spring!