Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello there to my snow bunnies and hares!  How are you?  It looks like the snow is taking a break. It wasn't too bad, anyway.  Slow down when it's snowing (my anti-lock brakes engaged three times this afternoon, so shame on me).  Every winter I wonder how so many idiots manage to stay alive.  I would think that drivers who continually push the envelope in terms of speed and other traffic law would have a bevy of accidents, but few appear to.  I guess maybe that's a testament to the skills of the drivers around her.  Defensive driving.  It's the only kind of driving I do, even when I do 100 mph.  You always have to keep an eye open for the idiot intent on smashing into you.  For the most part, I just stay as far away from such people as possible.  If you have an accident, I can guarantee that they don't have any insurance, maybe.  First, they have to talk to their agent.

We've had a relatively mild winter (Knock on wood!)  We're getting some snow cover, but I think maybe not enough.  And we haven't had many of the times of extended deep freeze that kill many insect pests.  It's always a give and take, a Yin and Yang, the engine of the world.  I never heard anyone in August who slapped his neck and then said, "I'm glad we had a relatively mild winter last year.  That's allowed a lot more bugs to reproduce and survive."  In August, February is far from mind.  And vice-versa.

Girls are always on Junior's mind.  You know, something I've never discussed with him is whether or not he inherited any of my and my ex's "powers."  They usually manifest themselves during puberty.  Well, if he can read my mind, I'll know because I can read his mind, which will be attempting to read my mind.  We might get locked into some sort of spiritual loop.  In any case, if I don't have "the talk" with Junior soon, Señor Zanza has volunteered to do it for me.  I don't know if it would be better coming from a blood relative or a person of the same gender.  In any case, we must gauge how much, if any, of our powers he possesses.  Otherwise he would be at an unfair advantage with certain kids with certain issues. Sigh.  Growing up never ends.

For me, the worst part of growing older is losing relatives and friends.  Death starts blowing holes in the framework of your life and there's nothing you can do about it.  How crude.  Well, I guess the Big Guy knows what He's doing. (I hope.)  It's just devastating.

Thank you for stopping by to read my blog.  I always encourage visitors to try me out.  If you want the hard stuff, we'll have to do it in person.  Read my blog regularly and your life will be changed.

Who's making love to your old lady while you were out making love?  Ask. madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com       

Be careful driving and walking in the snow.  Stay as beautiful as you all are.  When everyone else has deserted you, Madame Zoltar will be at your side.