Hello, my cool cucumbers!
How are you? Are you
“chillin’”? Or are you chilly? The other day, I was outside in the yard on a
cool afternoon. A wind blew and I
suddenly thought of autumn. It’s still
July, but it’s beginning to feel like fall.
Tomorrow is the first day of August.
Maybe it will heat back up again.
Like others, I enjoy the cool evenings and nights we’ve
recently experienced. When that summer
heat beats down all day, the nights stay pretty warm (and humid), too. I sleep, and do everything else, more
comfortably when it’s cool. I do know
people, though, who prefer the heat. Not
me. I wilt in the heat. I need air conditioning or an astral
projection to Iceland. How did I get so spoiled? When did the luxuries become
necessities? Or do I have a right to
expect an easier life as I get older?
I was taken aback by the news that Dino’s Restaurant is
closing. What a shame. I don’t suppose that Mr. Mayor, a
“professional real estate agent,” can do anything to help. Mr. Mayor gives our money to his friends and
contacts. There’s nothing left to help
out a locally owned restaurant that’s been in existence for more than half a
century. Oh my. The parade of shame just keeps marching
through City Hall. Millions for millionaires,
but not a dime for working people.
The blackout of WTMJ 4 from the local cable provider is
sad. The broadcast of a Packer preseason
game may be affected. That is
unacceptable. The Journal Broadcast
Group and Time Warner Cable are both filthy rich. They are like squabbling, spoiled brats. As always, the real winners are the lawyers
involved in the negotiations. No matter
what happens, they get paid handsomely.
I’d like to formally complain about Racine
drivers. That’s right, I, Ms. Demo
Derby, would like to lodge a complaint with the appropriate authorities. I have never seen worse driving. Some drivers are uninsured and/or unlicensed. Some are drunk. Some are blind. Some don’t care. Too many don’t know the rules of the road. Driving in Racine
is now an ordeal for law-abiding citizens.
I like the idea of swapping Ethics Boards with Kenosha. Is there any way we can swap out Mr. Mayor,
too? We don’t need a mayor in
return. We have an administrator to
perform that job. I suspect that we’ll
accept just about anything in trade for Mr. Mayor. How about some streetlights? Spare change?
Want us to pay you? How
much? He’s not worth a lot.
Thank you, my honeys and bunnies, for visiting my blog
today. I always appreciate the
attention. I always appreciate the love.
Bundle up, my dears.
I didn’t think I’d be saying that for at least a few months. Perhaps another glacial age is upon us. Get out there and enjoy it before it becomes
a winter wasteland. Ydromancy!