Hello, my winter weary friends! How are you?
This weather is ridiculous. It’s
March. When does the warm up start? I’m not asking for miracles, just some more
seasonable weather. It’s supposed to
warm as the week progresses. I hope
so. I’m sick of snow and ice and freezing
rain. Now, as the snow melts, comes the
ugly snow banks showing dirt and trash that they’ve collected through the
winter.
At least, I have “my boys” to do the snow removal around
here. Señor Zanza and Junior get the job done. Junior expects some monetary compensation for
doing a chore that I did many times as a youth without any payment. Times have changed. Junior knows better than to ask me, but Señor
Zanza always pays him off.
Same old stuff in the city: robberies, burglaries,
corruption and bribes. The clock is running
on the bar owners’ lawsuit against the city.
The legal fees must be astronomical, with plenty more to come. Either way, we, the residents, lose. It’s like hosting a party that you’re not
allowed to attend. Win, lose, or draw,
we’re paying for it. And we’ll probably
never know the total cost.
Did you read in the Journal Times about the “second million
dollar ticket sold at Durand Avenue BP?”
Darn. Sometimes I so wish that I didn’t take an oath to not mess
with lotteries, sports, etc. The
Psychics Association of America sets high standards for its members. Eh, the
money would probably kill me. But I’d
die with a smile on my face.
Less than 10% of registered voters voted in the last
primary. That says it all. If the sheep don’t care, the wolves will take
them all.
I love you, my dears, and thank you for reading my blog
today. I love visitors and I hope that
you enjoy the blog.
Drive and walk carefully in this “winter wonderland.” There are huge piles of snow everywhere. Watch for children playing on them. Yesterday’s
snow was “packy”- perfect for snowballs, snow forts, and snow men. Take care of yourselves, Irregulars. I love you all and I always imagine a huge
group hug. It feels good.