Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dear friends and enemies!  How are you?  Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day. How did we get here so fast?  Last week we had temperatures in the 60's.  This week it's been in the 30's.  I guess it really doesn't matter.  The important thing is getting together with family and friends for the Thanksgiving feast.  Are you the one doing the cooking this year, or does someone else have it?  It can be very stressful to coordinate a big meal.  Even a small one tests my patience.

What's really nice is that Señor Zanza provides the meal every year.  I don't know where he gets it, but it's delicious.  Señor Zanza turns out to have strange friends in strange places.  I don't question him, and he doesn't volunteer any information.  Señor Zanza says he wants to show his appreciation for his adopted homeland by providing the Thanksgiving meal.  That's fine by me.

Years ago, I was making the meal.  The turkey had one of those pop-up temperature gauges.  When it pops up, the turkey is done.  I put the turkey in the oven.  Twenty minutes later, the plastic gauge popped up.  Hmmm.

Here's the standings from the Irregular Football League:

Omg, I'm in last place.  If my team doesn't do better, I'm turning all of them into frogs.

Frogs is what the Packers have become.  Their spinning free fall continues with a loss to  the Washington Redskins.  Next, they face the Philadelphia Eagles on Monday, November 28, 7:30 pm, in Philadelphia.  Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Bah!  May the Packers find the help they need...

And may our nation find the help that it needs.  The election results so stunned me that I couldn't talk for three days.  I was expecting our first woman president.  Instead, we got Foghorn Leghorn.  He's never held any office, but he's the president-elect of the USA.  It goes to show you that hard work, perseverance, and a few billion dollars can buy you the presidency of the USA.

Uh, Electoral College, time for you to go.  It's just stupid to have the popular vote receiver not become the president.  Everyone goes crazy for months, campaigning and lying their way back and forth across the country.  There's the big hoopla of each parties' convention.  Then, finally, the popular vote.  Yes, she has the most votes, but the Electoral College decides that Dumbo will lead us.  WTF?  Why go through all that torturous campaigning when the Electoral College has the final say so?  What a load of crap.  It kinda discourages you from voting.  Why vote when the Electoral College decides who will be the next president?

On the local scene, things are as crazy as ever.  Now their talking about a new rehab of a building on Marquette Street.  More low income apartments.  Who wants to pay market rate for an apartment when someone with a low income can obtain the same apartment for a much lower rate?  And, of course, we still have the arena to deal with and Machinery Row.  There's so much federal money being slung around that nobody can track it.  "Just trust us," the current collections of thieves tells us.

Well, with all that negativity, I still wish you a Happy Thanksgiving.  Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my blog.  I love readers and visitors.  The more, the merrier.

When will we get our first real snowstorm?  Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

It's difficult at times ti deal with the cold and early darkness and gray skies.  If you're really bummed out, contact me and we'll party till the cows come home.  Of course, I don't have any cows, so it could be a long wait.  Thanks, again, for stopping by.  Don't get crushed in a Black Friday shopping throng.  I love you all!

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