Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my fellow snow souls!  How are you?  Snow and cold, snow and cold, snow and cold, it never ends.  We’re trapped in some hideous time loop that makes winter forever.  Or at least until August when it’ll be hot and dry, hot and dry, hot and dry.  Wisconsin is that land of extremes.  Polarization in politics now affects our weather.  Neat trick, when you consider the roots of “polarization.”  In any case, the polar vortex owns us.  We are slaves to it until spring kicks it in the yo-yos.  Go, spring!  Any day now!  Send those yo-yos spinning.

Right after posting my blog last week, Mr. Mayor Dickert and many of his associates were named as the defendants in a federal civil rights lawsuit brought against the city by minority former bar owners.  This is considered to be one of the aftershocks of Pattern or Practice (http://patternorpractice.com/), the film which documents the treatment of said bar owners by the city.  Oh my, oh dear, oh my.  I hope that wrongs can be righted, but it’s a shame that the citizens have to pay for the sins of our leaders. 

The fire at Mitchell School was devastating.  I hope that RUSD is up to the challenge.  Blessings to the firefighters and emergency personnel, blessings to the students, their families, and their teachers.  God bless you all and protect you.  Let’s come together to overcome this tragedy.  Here's a link from Racine County Eye to how you can help: http://racinecountyeye.com/2014/03/02/can-help-students-mitchell-elementary/

“March Madness” is what sets in with basketball now, correct?  Truly, I need little to go mad.  A gentleman I didn’t know recently held the door open for me as we entered a restaurant.  As it turned out, we both left at the same time, too.  Again, he held the door open for me.  I thanked him.  He tapped me on the shoulder and said, “You know the world is changing.”  My, oh my, did I ponder on that.  Was he speaking of the deterioration of civility in the present day, or was he referring to my profession?  Or something else?  It’s a mystery rolled up in an enigma tied off with a conundrum.

I have cabin fever.  I don’t care if it’s snowing or cold outside; I want to go out and do something, anything.  The Señor shares my sentiment and Junior hasn’t stopped bouncing off of the walls since Christmas.  I want to picnic someplace pleasant and then go to a drive-in movie.  I want to lie back and look at the stars.  I want to do anything which will destroy the drudgery of these cold, gray, snowy days and nights.  Anything, that is, except for a Polar Plunge.  Just because Jimmy Fallon does it, doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.

What a nice way to bring people together, in the ER.

Take my advice: avoid anything that says “polar,” “plunge,” or “vortex.”  That will take care of half of the weather problems in your life.

Thank you, my Sons and Lovers, for reading my blog today.  You energize me with your visits. But I’m no Energizer Bunny®.  I’m a dynamo who gives as freely as she gets, who regenerates the love that you give to me and returns it you a thousand fold.

It’s Ash Wednesday.  Repent now: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Watch out for the March slush and mush and mud.  Roads that look safe can have a layer of black ice.  Take it slow, enjoy the view, and have a lovely week, my lovely loves.  Sciapodous!