Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my buttercups! How are you? Sorry to be so late with my blog, but a certain Saudi prince needed my services. He insisted and I didn't protest too much because he pays so well. He flew me therre and back in one of his private jets.  Talk about the high life!  He has gold everything.  I'm surprised his clothes aren't made out of gold.  Part of the problem, of course, is that he's been spoiled since birth.  He's a multi-millionaire and hasn't worked a day in his life.  Yet, for all of his money and possessions, he is not happy.  That's too bad.  

Our primary was yesterday and now we get to listen to a load of political bs until November.  I already know who I'm going to vote for, so can I be spared the ads and robocalls?  Oh, by the way, Ken Yorgan for Congress https://www.yorganforcongress.com

Our weather has been a little hot for my taste, but it's been steady.  No real complaints; just think of January temperatures and this is fine.  I think we need rain.  It's always something.  Being a farmer is such hard work, and then if the weather doesn't co-operate, a lot of sweat and money can go down the drain.  I think farming must be in the blood.  I'm talking family farms, which are slowly disappearing.  Soon, everything will be run by corporate super farms.  And genetic engineering of crops will become commonplace. 

Genetic engineering of humans may become mainstream, too. Parents would love to pick out their child's attributes.    Will we produce an army of geniuses?  Will we need them to counter artificial intelligence?  I trust AI not in the least.  You'll never get me in a driverless car unless it's at a carnival.  If these machines do actually gain consciousness, we're moving into the mountains.  Señor Zanza thinks we can make friends with them.  Ha!  He and Junior are going to the mountain, and that's it.  

But I serriously doubt that the "singularity" will ever occur in our machines.  Why should it? Because some sci-fi movie director says so?  I think our machines may become sharper and improved.  I don't think they'll ever have a cup of coffee and chat with us.  

 Junior and Señor Zanza are already reaping the rewards of their sweat: we have cucumbers and green peppers and zucchini.  Tomatoes very soon.  There's nothing like the taste of homegrown veggies.  I had one of the cucmbers yesterday.  It was almost all meat, there were few seeds.  I've never had a cucumber like that before.  And you won't find them in the store where they prefer the watery version.

It's hard for me to accept that we're in the fog days of sunner and soon it will bere over.  Labor Day is a couple of weeks away.  The summer moved by too fast.  Way too fast.  Let's go back to June.  Or even April or May.  

Thank you all for reading my blog today.  I love readers and I love you.  You are the reason I'm here.  Contact me if you hasve problems:

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Enjoy the waning days of summer.  Have a picnic.  Go to the beach.  Go for a bicycle ride.  Whatever you do, have a good time.

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