Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dears!  How are you?  Are you staying at home and washing your hands and practicing social distancing when you have to go out?  Isn't this getting to be a pain in the butt?  I'm not sick from COVID-19, but I'm sick of these preventive measures.  Now we're supposed to wear masks in public.  I'm thinking of wearing Junior's Frankenstein mask from last Halloween.

This blog is appearing late because I forgot about it.  The coronavirus has destroyed my daily routine.  I don't remember what day it is anymore.  I've been sleeping a lot.  I think that's my way of avoiding the madness.  You can't pick up a newspaper or go online without being inundated with coronavirus "news."  I want to talk about something else, anything else.  Let's talk about the weather.

Yesterday was warm and wonderful.  Today is nor supposed to be as warm, but you can tell that spring is in the air.  Thank God.  I hate winter; er, ah, I hate snow and cold and ice, whenever they appear.  Every winter I think about moving to Florida.  I may be stuck here just out of habit.  I think being a snowbird would be ideal, but I worry about my business and clients suffering from my absence.  Who am I fooling?  I'll never move.  I love Racine, even if it is politically corrupt.  Criminals run the city, but the people are wonderful.  At least, most of them.

Well, we had an election yesterday.  I have no idea why that was allowed to happen.  All I can say is that one political party may have hoped to benefit from a low turnout, something that already happens in primary elections.  If you read the comments on the Journal Times' site, you can see how divided people are in Racine.  The Republicans and Democrats literally hate each other.  There is little room for clear dialog, but plenty for venom and bile.  The worthiness of a post or idea is unimportant; all that matters is screaming at your "opponents."  Just like in real life.  How sad for all of us.

It kind of reminds me of Mr. President Trump's daily COVID-18 briefings.  It also reminds me of a quote from William Shakespeare's Macbeth: "Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."  That sure sounds like Mr. President's briefings.  Oh my.

I've noticed that the coronavirus has not slowed down road construction in Racine.  Anywhere you drive in the area, you will run into orange barrels and 5 guys looking down into a hole where 2 guys are working.  How do you get one of those "looking down into the hole" jobs?  I'm pretty good at doing nothing.  Am I hired?

Here's a little video about all those who lied to us early on in the coronavirus pandemic:

Don't you just love it when public figures and media outlets mislead you on the seriousness of a matter?  These are the people who are supposed to "lead" us.  Like Mr. Mayor Cory 'Butterball' Mason, who publicly whines about the virus, but secretly conducts City Council meetings by himself.  I wonder if he's laid off his myriad of assistants?  I don't know if he can exist without them . . .

Well, that's it, kiddos.  I just got up and whipped this out.  Now I have to make breakfast and prepare for another boring day.  I may go to the store today.  Oh boy!  What fun.

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OrbsCorbs said...

Mme. Z., I can tell it's spring because I hear birds chirping whenever I got outside. It sounds beautiful.

Madame Zoltar said...

Oh my, look what I just read: My people are suffering!