Hello, my beach blanket bingo aficionados! How are you?
The recent rains have been most welcome, but, alas, they are too little,
too late. The drought has done its
damage. Food prices will go up. Our wallets will go down. If we really have tipped the environmental
balance, then it will only worsen. Of
course, it won’t matter to those who believe that the apocalypse will occur on December 21, 2012. However, it might start to matter to them on
December 22. Oh my, silly joke.
It’s becoming difficult to explain to Junior why so many
people in the USA
go nuts and shoot others. It cheapens
life every time that a person is murdered.
I’m trying to guide him through these atrocities, but Junior’s mind is
innocent and doesn’t readily grasp the concept of such evil. It would be nice if we could ignore it, but
we can’t because the media blare bad news through every available outlet. It’s a lot tougher being a kid these days.
I’m one day away from finally finishing my spring
cleaning. Oh dear, talk about your
procrastinators… What is difficult is
that as soon as I finish cleaning an area or room, it seems like Junior or Señor
Zanza invade it and mess it up again.
Grrr. I am not your maid. “I am woman, hear me roar!” I am going to start billing Junior and the
Señor for services provided. Clean up or
pay up! That should get their
attention. “I am invincible, I am
strong, I am woman.”
I know it’s too late, but, in my opinion, the roof of Racine’s
Civic Centre (don’t you hate that affectation?) should be painted with a big
dollar sign, or numerous, smaller dollar signs.
You know what? I’ve
run out of time. I have to get this blog
up in 3 minutes. Oh my, what happened?
Thank you for reading my hastily ended blog this week. I love each and every one of my readers,
especially you. I look forward to seeing
you at this weekend’s get together.
“Does anybody really know what time it is?” madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.
Enjoy summer, my friends.
There’s always a party going on in Racine
on the weekend. Find out what and where,
then have a blast. Neologism!
3 comments:
Good morning, Madame. It is always a pleasure to find your column, first thing as I arrive to the JTI. Always puts a smile on my face.
It comes as a surprise when your children grow and leave, that you no longer find messes upon returning to a room. Believe it or not, you actually miss that.
A coworker and I are getting together today. I guess we are both trying to get back in the mode of a daily grind. Have a good day, and a great week. Don't let the downtown politics get you too much. A new cast of characters just brings a different set of insanity anyway.
The time? Ha Ha It's half past kissing time and time to kiss again. Old Old saying/joke.
If the environment is permanently screwed, then so are we.
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