Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my autumn angels! How are you? It certainly has gotten nippy outside the past few nights, but our days have been pleasant enough. And the Big Wind died down. Oh my, wasn’t that something? Even a tornado! Thank goodness that no one was critically injured and that the CNH plant on Durand Avenue got back to production quickly. Thank you, Mother Nature, for your beneficence. No more jokes about your hearing problems, either, oh dear, no.

Once again our triumphant Green Bay Packers graced us with a win. Our banged-up defense kept the New York Jets scoreless. Hurrah! What a glorious afternoon it was. Our green and gold gladiators have this weekend off for a well-deserved rest. Sleep well, o mighty warriors. Dream of victory.

Many of us awaken today to what appears to be an altered political landscape. Much will be made of this for weeks to come. Madame Zoltar’s advice, however, is to take it all with a grain of salt. Two years ago, one group was celebrating. Today, another group delights. In two or four or more years, one or the other will celebrate again, then the other, then the other, back and forth, again and again. That is how this republic operates. At times, the greatest wonder to me is that we progress at all. Each of us must do our part by holding our representatives to high standards. I am so tired of the political bickering. Our representatives must shed their blind allegiance to party politics and use their minds and hearts and souls to do what is right, not what their parties dictate. Oh my, I didn’t mean to start pontificating. That is why I usually don’t talk politics – it always gets messy.

And that’s also way I’m posting something apolitical and irrelevant. Just for the comedy of it, enjoy Popeye the Sailor Man’s first animated cartoon, featuring Betty Boop:



Watching that reassures me that good triumphs over evil, no matter who won or lost an election. But it still doesn’t make spinach taste any better. I’m sorry, but, no thanks, I pass on that vegetable.

Thank you for reading my blog. My weekly “date” with the Irregulars is a highlight of my life. I am so happy and fortunate to have dear readers like you. Thank you so much.

I don’t tweet (the last I checked), so you’ll have to email me at: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

The time approaches to break out the flannel pj’s and nightgowns. Don’t forget to stock up on supplies for enjoying hot cocoa. “The Iceman Cometh” and it’s a slippery slope from there. Obdormition!