Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dear hearts!  How are you?  Wasn’t that a great summer we had?  Now it’s back to the fall temperatures.  Time to break out the winter clothing.  I hope it snows red, white, and blue on the 4th of July.  Brrr.

I think that the watercolor done by Mr. OrbsCorbs’ friend, John Nowicki, is beautiful.  You can see Uffizi and Friends here:  I spoke briefly with Mr. Nowicki and he said the two most important things to remember in watercolor are that the color will dry darker than it appears on the brush, and let work dry thoroughly before attempting to do more.  If the watercolor is not dry, it will just bleed in with the new color.

Did all you mothers have a great Mother’s Day?  Señor Zanza and Junior showered me with kindness and attention.  How nice for one day.  Then it’s back to the grind for 364 more days.  We should have a Mother’s Day every week, or, at least, every month.  Moms work like crazy raising kids, but society doesn’t recognize it, only the mothers that have lived it do.

The ongoing tension in our nation over police vs. citizens is hard to bear.  It shakes the foundation of trust placed in the police and encourages criminals to assassinate them.  How the heck did we ever get here?  We need to trust each other.  We need to act respectfully.  Mostly, we need to live honestly.  When I was a child, we had the Secret Police.  Believe me, we don’t want to go there.

I’m already sick of the 2016 presidential election.  The crap will only intensify as we approach election day.  And, most likely, it will further encourage the polarization of our country.  Really, it bothers me that every day is like a war out there.  People are no longer just inconsiderate, but now many are mean. 

I had a “gentleman” block me into my parking space at a gas station.  When he first pulled up, he stayed back.  I took that to mean I could back out.  But, as I did, he suddenly rolled his truck up to block my car. When I looked at him, he wiggled his fingers at me.  I just don’t get it.  Letting me out of my space and the lot would in no way harm him.  But he pulled up to a pump just to be an asshole to a complete stranger.  This is not my world.

The weather patterns around the world are not mine, either.  Earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding, drought, and more.  The planet does seem to have gone crazy.  Maybe it’s responding to the vibe that we’re giving off: “Kill, kill, kill!”  It’s seeped into our collective unconsciousness.  You never know where it’s going to pop up next, but it will probably involve guns and violence.  Mass shootings are almost a regular part of life these days.  No one ever talks about “going postal” anymore because it happens in all walks and stages of life.  That’s sad.

What’s also sad is that we’ve come to the end of another Zoltar® blog.  You have no idea how much I enjoy your company.  I love you all.  Thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

Road Rage – Inevitable or not?

Watch out for everything and everybody.  Take time to smell the roses (when they bloom).  Never forget, uh, ahh, I’ve forgotten it.  I love you.      


Toad said...

People are HORRIBLE. I'm even HORRIBLE (according to my wife) Last night we went to the local Chinese Buffet (don't know why, I hate It) I alway's get Hot & Sour soup, and an Egg Roll first. When I got the soup, I told the guy standing by me, "It the only thing here that Is alway's HOT" I went for the Egg Roll, and It was STUCK to the pan, because It was sitting In the pan since the lunch crowd left. The pan had like 5 rolls In It, and they were all stuck. The Chinese Girl that runs the place was standing next to me was shocked when I threw the tongs back into the pan, and said they were OLD Egg Rolls, (which she denied) but proceeded to scrape them off the bottom of the pan. WELL, I was really pissed, because I know they turn the heat down between the Noon crowd, and Dinner so the food doesn't get over cooked, and to ALLOW for bacteria to grow. (The girl that runs It TOLD me they do this) Anyhow I go to the table, and tell my wife the egg rolls are OLD, so what does she do, but go get an OLD Egg Roll. I again told her It was old, and SHE pretty much told me I was full of shit. WELL a little while later the Girl comes by, and says she put new Egg Rolls out. BTW, my wife, after chewing me out for my complaining didn't eat the OLD Egg Roll. As It turned out MUCH of the Buffet had OLD cool food on It, so I had to wait until all the unsuspecting fools ate It up, to eat. What this all boils down to, Is I'm sick and tired of people RIPPING me off, and particularly tired of MY WIFE Harassing my ass about complaining. To you MADAME, WHAT DO I DO?

Tender Heart Bear said...

Toad- I would do the same thing because you are paying for fresh food not food sitting there for hours. I do not blame you one bit. I have done it myself when the meat is not cooked all the way or I get the wrong food. I tell the people I want to talk to the manager not them about the food.

Madame- I dealt with the idiots on the road this past weekend and I can't tell you how many were either talking on their phone or texting on the highway. Then I had the tailgaters and I refused to move to the other lane for them. I even had a dump truck tailgating me yesterday and I did not move for him either it made Drew so nervous.

OKIE said...

THB - you sound like me. When they follow too close, I shut it down and do the speed limit or just under. There is no excuse for tailgating.

It's getting to the point where I hate driving. Too many idiots.

Toad - I know this won't make a difference but what time did you go there.

Madame - Wednesday's are not the same without you. We love you too.

kkdither said...

I'm sorry to hear all my friends so edgy. The world does seem to be turning into a new, less friendly place, for sure. We all seem to be at the boiling point.

I understand the frustration, but the chant should be "All lives matter." When we bring color into it, it mucks it up further. I wouldn't want to be a cop at this juncture.

I would also agree that road rage is on the rise. I've pulled over to let tailgaters pass me. I don't want anyone taking pot shots at me.

Madame Zoltar said...

Mr. Toad, we must learn to turn the other cheek. I know it's hard when you're dealing with injustices, but it's either that, or go on a shooting rampage.

OrbsCorbs said...

I HATE tailgaters. My truck's tailgate has a big dent in it because of a tailgater who hit me. The bumper had to be replaced and the end part of the frame straightened. She hit me in the ass and then said I caused the accident. She had no insurance.

Once, while heading east on Spring St., east of the hospital, I was driving in the right lane. There was no one in the left lane, but there was a car that had been tailgating me since I drove out of the hospital's lot. When we got to the big hill that rolls down eastward on Spring, I took my foot off the accelerator. At first we were rolling along at 40 or so, but then I coasted to a stop. The car behind me stayed there, slowing down with me to a stop in the middle of the street. After a few seconds, I yelled out of my window, "What the hell is the matter with you?" Suddenly, the car came to life and sped off in the left lane. Really, some people simply shouldn't be driving.

OrbsCorbs said...

Oh, and thanks, Mme. Z., for another great blog.

Toad said...

OKIE, It was about 5:20 P.M. Wouldn't go any earlier, because of her previous comment. Plenty of cars were In the lot, so I figured It would all be NEW and HOT. I actually told the Girl that she can't turn the heat down, during off times, because It's not safe, but I guess she refuses to listen. We have a Health Dept. here that ONLY cares if kids are SMOKING, and spend bunches of time planting kids to try to catch sellers of tobacco to minors.