Hello, my autumn chestnuts!
How are you? The days grow colder
and shorter. The wind is brisk. Everywhere you go are signs of the season:
Halloween items in every store.
Halloween is very big business these days. With the commercial push for the “holiday
season,” I expect we’ll soon be celebrating HallowThanksChristmasNewYear. We’ll just buy, buy, and buy from September
through December. It’s good for the
economy, even if it bankrupts us.
Our august and illustrious Green Bay Packers fell to the
Indianapolis Colts last Sunday. Oh woe
is us. Gloom, despair, and agony overwhelm us.
That is, until this Sunday, October 14, when the Pack meets the Houston
Texans at 7:20 p.m., in Houston. Then, may the Packers’ fury destroy the
Texans. Annihilate, debilitate, and obliterate the Texans, please, Packers. Cut them off at the knees and stomp them
beneath your cleats, then chew them up for dog food. Oh dear, I do get worked up about our
Packers.
I’ve also been worked up about a neighbor problem. Often, those are the worst kind. One of my neighbors has put up a light to
illuminate his garage and driveway and side door at night. It’s one of those intense, orangey-colored
lights that buzz. The problem is that
his light also illuminates the side of my house where the bedrooms are. If I didn’t mind peeping toms, I could keep
the blinds up and let his light illuminate my bedroom at night. I’ve asked him to try to point the light a
little more away from my house, or use a lower wattage light, but to no avail. I even went out there at night wearing a
swimsuit and sunglasses, with tanning lotion in my hand. I laid on the picnic table for awhile, but,
again, he didn’t respond. Señor Zanza is exasperated. Junior thinks it’s “cool.” I am having trouble sleeping in the light
that seeps in around my blinds and curtains.
I think I’ll give the “gentleman” one more chance. If he doesn’t respond then, I’ll be forced to
place the Curse of Zoltar™ upon him.
Boo! Ha-ha!
I was going to proceed here with some civic-minded musings
about the City of Racine’s
government, but then I thought, “Ugh! I don’t want to step into that pile of
poop again.” Instead, below is a video
entitled “Vivaldi, Autumn:”
That is simply beautiful.
All of my readers are beautiful. I love your visits to my blog and I love
you. Thank you for stopping by today. Thank you for your comments.
Have you heard?
Project Zoltar has started: http://projectzoltar.com/
Be good my boys and girls and everything in-between. Remember, Santa Claus is watching you, so
don’t mess up, or you’ll have a lousy Christmas. Maybe even Thanksgiving and
Halloween, too. Happy, happy, merry, happy
HallowThanksChristmasNewYear. Kreatophagia!
6 comments:
MZ...black spray paint will fix that lighting problem of yours.
OR I have a BB pistol you can use.
Hi Mme Z...I agree with SER, both of those are great ideas. If those don't work, let me know. I have a couple buddies I grew up with, Vinnie & Louie, they do wonderful things with hammers and kneecaps.
Oh la la! Love project Zoltar! Will the JTI have squatting rights? Looks like an ideal setup for some of our more interesting gatherings!
Hmm, this is perplexing. You could get a mask to sleep in to help keep out the light. Or, get the Irregulars to your house and have us all shine big flashlights into their bedroom. Just sayin.
Mme. Z, rent a searchlight and point it at their house.
Oh, yes, my neighbors had one of those pointed at our bedroom window. I wish I would have thought of the BB gun thing!
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