Hello, my bloomers, late and early! How are you? It’s been wet and wetter this past week, but “they” are predicting clear skies for tomorrow and Friday. I love the sun and the light, but I’m no fan of the heat. Fear not: it’s supposed to be in the 60’s. Perfect weather for planting, unless your flower beds are soggy. The grass is growing faster than Junior or the Señor can cut it. It grows so fast and stays so damp that the lawnmower gets clogged, a lot. I cross myself whenever I see Junior working on unclogging the mower. Junior and machines don’t particularly mesh very well. Sooner or later, pieces of something or someone are going to fly by.
I’m sorry about missing my blog last week, but sometimes “emergencies” erupt. Some of my higher class clientele must be handled with kid’s gloves. When they call seeking help, I rush to their sides.
I also get calls from leaders of governments and the Armed Forces. If I were to reveal their names, I’d be dead within 12 hours.
So last week I had to soothe a client, a respectable man, and a rich one. He wanted me instantly. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He offered me any price to sit next to him and discuss his life. How could I refuse?
So I booked a jet, but missed writing my JT Irregulars blog. I hope you’ll forgive me.
Did your Memorial Day go well? I salute all those who have served! My family sat and talked with each other about the real meaning of Memorial Day. We talked about sacrifice and country and duty. We prayed together and we gave thanks for the freedoms we have that came with such a high cost. It was also an opportunity for the Señor and me to teach Junior some things that he didn’t already know about History.
It all happens so fast now. Going with yesterday’s Open Blog’s space theme, here’s a chance to relax:
That’s kind of a spacey and hypnotic video. I give it three and a half stars.
To you, my dear readers, I give all of my love. Have a wonderful day. The sunshine is supposed to return tomorrow and hang around for awhile.
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Thank you for stopping by. I love visitors. And I love you. The next time I speak with you will be in June. What happened to spring? We wuz robbed. Kaon!