Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dear Icicles and Iciclettes!  How are you?  Winter has finally arrived.  I'm already looking forward to spring.  I hate the cold and snow and ice and wind. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it all go away.  Sigh.  You just have to accept and deal with it, unless you're going to spend the entire winter indoors.  That doesn't sound like too much fun, either.  The single digit temperatures and below zero mornings are trying. Señor Zanza has been insulating up a storm.  Every crack and crevice of our home has been stuffed and/or sealed.  He's been doing it to save on heating costs, but I love it for the lack of cold breezes.  Winter is bad enough out there.  I don't want it in here.

Our downtrodden Green Bay Packers finally got their mojo back last week and buried the Washington Redskins.  So they continue in the playoffs this Saturday, January 16, at 7:15 pm, against the Arizona Cardinals.  They met the Cardinals a few weeks ago and things didn't go well for the Packers.  Let's hope the Packers learned their lessons and can squelch the Cardinals on the Cardinals' turf.  Keep going, men, until you win the Super Bowl.   Madame Zoltar declares it so.

Here's a blast from the past that is very funny:



Oh my!  I've "murdered" my share of plants, too.

R.I.P. to David Bowie. How distressing, especially after the death of  Lou Reed last year.  My teenage musical heroes are growing older and dying.  It's difficult to accept.  They're supposed to live forever, or at least until I die first.

A poem from e. e. cummings:

Buffalo Bill ’s

defunct

               who used to

               ride a watersmooth-silver

                                                                  stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

                                                                                                     Jesus

he was a handsome man 

                                                  and what i want to know is

how do you like your blue-eyed boy

Mister Death

I'm deeply saddened by the passing of our Irregular friend. My heart is broken. I pray that he is now in God's hands, where he belongs.

I'm sorry, but that's all I can do for now.  Too much sadness.

What does your future hold?  Ask  madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Keep yourselves warm, Irregulars.  You can easily get frost bite in this weather.  And watch out for kids or cars on our snowy streets.  They did a terrible job of plowing last time, so be on the look out for slick spots.  I love you all.