Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my cutie pies!  How are you?  Still suffering shell shock from the 4th of July?  The weather was perfect for the holiday, but now the temps are crawling up, along with the humidity.  There's a possibility of rain and/or thunderstorms for today and tomorrow.  When it's January and freezing cold out, I don't think about some of the massive thunderstorms that occur in the summer and the damage they do.  Almost every night you can see a band of thunderstorms headed from west to east somewhere across the USA.

Don't get me wrong.  In the winter we have storms with the s-word.  It's worse.  Much worse.  Somewhere there must be a "Mayberry, RFD" where the weather is pretty darn good most of the time.  That's where I want to be.

Señor Zanza accompanied Junior to both the parade and the fireworks.  You couldn't get me to go to the fireworks no how.  People are packed like sardines.  I don't like the crowds.  Thank God for Señor Zanza.  He's a saint.

After the parade, "my boys" returned, along with a few girls about Junior's age.  Guess who had promised them free food and free readings from his psychic mother?  I told the girls to help themselves to the food, but it was a holiday and I wasn't going to work on a holiday, especially for free.  Some of the girls hung around and ate a brat or two, talking with Junior and  Señor Zanza.  Apparently, I was the wicked witch of the west for not doing free readings.  I explained to Junior later that doing readings is not a parlor trick.  I also told him to try to meditate a little bit to see if he's inherited any of his parents' powers.  Fat chance.  He can't sit still long enough to tie his shoe, let alone contact his inner self (which, like his outer self, is probably hungry all of the time).

"Mayor dedicates bubbler, memorial plaque"  Thank you, Mr. Mayor Dickert for the bubbler.  It's not really a bubbler, but a drinking fountain, but who's counting?  We have the promise of more "bubblers" springing up around town.  I can hardly wait.  Maybe we'll become known as Bubblertown.  For once, this is a positive check mark in Mr. Mayor's career.  "Let them drink bubblers."  "A chicken in every pot and a bubbler in every home."  "Bubbler blabber banter."

Mr. OrbsCorbs begged me to plug his OrbsCorbs, Of Course, for president campaign.  Consider it plugged, Mr. OrbsCorbs.

As for the apparent Republican and Democratic nominees, gag me with a spoon.  "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."  There ya go.  All this infighting amongst ourselves kept us from seeing true national developments.  I can't stand either nominee apparent.  I'm voting for Mr. OrbsCorbs.

Like the shortened workweek, my blog is truncated today.  My love for my readers, however, is endless.  You are my family.  Together we share the ups and downs of this crazy world.  I love you. all of you.

"Who Stole The Keeshka?"  Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

I haven't maintained my connections concerning various events around town, but this is prime party time for Racine.  There's always something going on.  Get out and enjoy some of it.  There's bound to be something you like to do.