Hello, my sensuous souls!
How are you? Are you enjoying the
seesaw weather? We go from broiling to
chilly and back again. Up and down, up
and down, up and down. It’s
dizzying. It’s also nauseating. Still, I like the cool nights. August lies ahead. That’s when the broiling becomes nuclear and
frying an egg on the pavement becomes possible.
Racine’s County
Fair starts today and runs through Sunday.
Check out
http://www.racinecountyfair.com/.
I’m a sucker for the demo derbies.
Road ragers should enter demo derbies to
release their pent up anger and aggression.
Every year, I want to enter the derby, but Señor Zanza objects, for
safety reasons.
He’s afraid that a celebrity
driver like me would be a target for the other drivers.
Junior, of course, wants me to enter.
Actually, he wants to enter himself, but he
doesn’t have a license or a vehicle.
He
talks about riding with me, but I don’t think that the rules allow
passengers.
I’m more than capable of
holding my own in a demo derby because that’s how I normally drive. Oh my.
I assume that you’ve all heard about the royal birth and
baby. It would be hard not to. My best wishes for a healthy and long life
for the baby boy and his parents. I
can’t say that I am a big fan of royalty because of the way that the
aristocracy treated gypsies in my homeland.
At least Britain’s
monarchy is more or less a figurehead. I
don’t think that the current crop of nobility can condemn people to torture and
death. That must take a lot of the fun
out of it. What good is it being king if
you can’t say, “Off with his head!”
The recent triathlon in Racine
made me think, why can’t we have a similar challenge/race for people who are
out of shape? I’m glad that someone won
the triathlon and I’m sure they worked very hard for it. Yet, the average person in Racine
is not a triathlete, or even an athlete.
The average person is probably a little overweight and sedentary. It’s difficult for most of us to identify
with the triathletes because we’re fat slobs.
If you want us to cheer someone on, give us other fat slobs. We can relate to them. We could have kringle eating contests and a
Fattest Slob Contest. At North
Beach, we can see which contestant
displaces the most water. The Slobathlon
would have to be a mile or less. For
those with personal mobility scooters, we could have races. (Maybe a demo derby?) It would be fun for everyone.
Mr. OrbsCorbs contacted me regarding his troubles with the
cable company. I asked him to calm down,
but he didn’t. I finally had to dose him
with elixir. That quieted him. He takes his sense of right and wrong so
seriously. I refused to produce the
psychic atomic bomb that he wanted me to direct at his perceived enemies. I told him that is kind of overdoing it. I suggested meditation to Mr. Corbs to calm
his nerves. Ranting about injustices
just gives them more power over him. “Living
well is the best revenge.”
Thank you, my sweets, for visiting my blog today. I always appreciate your input concerning my
output. You are dear friends and I love
you very much.
Summer continues.
Enjoy the season and enjoy yourselves.
It’s time for relaxing and fun.
Get out there and get some. Stay
cool and stay hydrated. And stay out of Lake
Michigan if it rained recently. Ventripotent!