Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my frosty friends.  How are you?  I actually saw a few snowflakes in the air on Monday evening.  It begins innocently enough.  A flake here, a flake there, until you have a light dusting.  No big deal.  But it escalates from there.  Within a month, you’re removing 10 inches of snow from your sidewalk and trying to drive to work in a blizzard.  I suggest that we protest snow.  Maybe if enough of us walk around holding signs and chanting, “No, no, no more snow!” then Mother Nature would listen to us. Ha, fat chance.  She’s on drugs or having a mental breakdown.  Nothing that Mother Nature does makes sense anymore. 

Don’t forget, this Sunday, November 18, the Green Bay Packers meet the Detroit Lions in Ford Field at noon.  Our astounding and breathtaking Packers are coming off of a bye week.  Let’s hope that they are rested up, but not rusted up.  No matter, we can expect the fabulous and fantastic Packers to tame the Lions handily.

I want to state publicly that Madame Zoltar is against closing Fire Station Number 5 in Racine.  The recent tragedy wherein three children were killed by a fire reinforces my conviction regarding Racine’s public safety.  We must not let Mr. Mayor Dickert shut down a fire station, take down streetlights, and close down community centers.  Enough basic services have been cut enough.  This is so difficult to witness while Mr. Mayor spends millions of our dollars on people and private projects that he prefers.  It is sickening. 

I received an email from the preposterous Mr. OrbsCorbs.  It’s always nice to hear from him.  He wrote:

Dear Madame Zoltar,

Is there anything more that you can do for an extraordinarily long run of extraordinarily bad luck?  We’ve discussed this before.  You’ve made some suggestions and worked your magic, to no avail.

It’s a curse.  We’ve discussed that, too.  Who could hate me enough to put such an effective curse on me?  Gee, I wonder.  Well, if too many things go wrong too many times for too much longer, I may snap.  In fact, I may have already snapped.  How would I know?  When you’re crazy, you think you’re sane, right?

Please help me, Madame Zoltar.

Love and kisses,

OrbsCorbs

Dear Mr. OrbsCorbs, thank you for getting in touch with me.  I’m so sorry that my previous efforts on your behalf have been less than successful.  Oh my.  If things are still going that badly, then this can only be a blood curse, probably put on you by my ex-husband or a member of his family.  They don’t care who or what they destroy, they just want the moola.  I don’t know of anyone else in the area with that much power.  If they’ve conspired with one of your enemies, this could be very difficult to resolve.  I promise to attend to it immediately.

Oh, and you’re as sane as I am.

Thank you, my dears and dear nots, for stopping by to read my blog.  I feel the love and love the feeling.  You are all my best friends. 

Curse or karma?  Find out: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Have a wonderful week, everyone. Thanksgiving approaches rapidly as the holiday season hits its stride.  It’s a glorious time of year.  Jactitation!