
Hello, my sugars and spices!
How are you?
It got pretty warm
yesterday, but it’s supposed to be cooler today.
Don’t worry.
More 60+ degree days are in the forecast.
Admittedly, Ms. OKIE and Ms. Beejay are well
into their springs.
The rest of us must be
tortured by winter in order to appreciate spring.
What the hell is the matter with us?
Why do we take the punishment?
We should become snowbirds.
Next winter, Ms. Beejay and Ms. OKIE, expect
guests.
Lots of them.
For the whole winter.
Maybe longer.
See you then.
At least the daffodils and some tulips have bloomed. There are many more tulips to come. And many more other flowers to bloom. And many more trees to leave in. And many more shrubs to do the same. People are mowing their lawns. That’s a sure sign of spring. Once again I consider ripping out all the
grass around the house and replacing it with green concrete. I know that Junior, who usually cuts the
lawn, is all in favor of my idea. Señor
Zanza, not so.
Oh, come on, I’d never take out whatever turf we have. The more organic green, from chlorophyll
produced during photosynthesis, is my green.
You can’t run barefoot on hot, green concrete. And if you fall, ouch! You can’t even grow dandelions on concrete. As Joni Mitchell, who either is or is not in
a coma, once sang in “Big Yellow Taxi:”
“They took all the trees
Put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em”
I like the feeling of earth under my feet. Too bad I’m getting too old, too heavy, and
too self-conscious to walk around barefoot anymore. At least, outside of my yard. I think I broke a toe once on the grass. It snagged on something, and the fourth toe
on the left foot dragged lower than the other toes, turning purple. I had to watch how I walked for awhile when I
had on only sox or slippers. I still
snagged the toe a few more times before it finally healed. I screamed in agony each time. Such a small toe, but such a big pain. Reminds me of young Junior. No, just teasing. Actually, I’m quite proud of him. When you’ve gone through the things that he
has, it usually leaves a negative attitude.
But Junior bounces right back up from adversity. Maybe some of that “baby fat” is flubber.
It bothers me that people post blogs and comments like this
one by Ms. Polly Pundit:
http://www.jtirregulars.com/2015/04/the-bad-news-keeps-coming.html There’s a vague uneasiness, a malaise, which
has affected our country.
Nothing seems
to make sense anymore.
Nothing seems
worth fighting for.
We are a land of
people staring down into our gadgets while the world goes passing by.
I feel like a runaway train is headed our way,
but it’s too far away to make out much now.
That’s it for this week, my dears. I humbly thank you for visiting my place on
the internet. I love getting
visitors. The more the merrier. Tell all your friends, Madame Zoltar® loves
them.
Enjoy whatever good weather we get. It just feels better with all the snow
melted. I love the Irregulars and
regulars. I think we can love evil to
death.