Hello, my snow cones!
How are you? Wisconsin
winter is back. The snow is good for the
drought. What I really dislike is the
subzero stuff. We haven’t had too much
of that this year and I’m not complaining.
Please, please be very careful walking and driving in this stuff. If you
don’t have to go out, don’t. Hip hip
hooray for the plow drivers who remove the snow from our streets and
roads.
Señor Zanza bought us a snow blower for Christmas. It’s a big one with knobby tires. Junior loves it. He couldn’t wait to go out and use it. He has kept our sidewalk and driveway
spotless. I told him about some elderly
and/or disabled people in the neighborhood who probably could use help in snow
removal. I thought it would be
beneficial for Junior, too, to do some volunteer work for those less able than
him. Imagine my surprise when I recently
learned that he’s been charging those people $20 an hour to remove snow. Oh my.
His father wasn’t around much, but sometimes Junior acts just like him.
I also discovered that Junior calls Señor Zanza “Señor
Xanax” behind his back because of his cool and calm nature. Oh dear.
When I asked what he calls me, he mumbled something. “What?” I demanded. Junior said that “some” of his friends refer
to me as a psychotic, rather than a psychic.
Childish, harmless name calling, that’s all. Who will care this morning when “some” of
Junior’s friends wake up quacking like ducks?
Tee hee.
I read that Mr. Ex-Mayor Becker has been released from
prison and placed in Racine County. Oh my.
The circus continues.
Here, instead, is an inspiring story to uplift your heart:
That’s absolutely beautiful.
Thank you, dears, for stopping by to read my blog. All readers are welcome: regular, irregular,
and illiterate. I love you all. You make my day.
Again, be careful out there, my dears. In less than a month,
it’s spring. Keep a watchful eye out for signs of the season. We all need encouragement. Bedizen!