This song is by Chris Guest, son of Kay at Georgia Girl With An English Heart.
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
When I found out the felon in the White House had kidnapped Nicolás Maduro of Venezuela, my first thought was, Now that we know it's okay to go into another country to steal their leader and imprison him and his wife, will someone please kidnap our fascist and maybe take Melanie, too? Canada? Pretty please with sugar on it?
I nominate Debra (She Who Seeks) and HRH. They're an unbeatable team. Debra, it's not that difficult to find Mar-a-Lago. Stroll in while he's having one of his shindigs. He's the pudgy guy with weird hair, an ill-fitting suit with too-long red tie, cankles, and bruises on his hands. He won't see you coming because he'll be sound asleep.
Take or leave Melanie. I don't care. He doesn't either. She might like to go back to Slovenia. She's the one who doesn't like children and can't speak English. According to him, she has her panties steamed. Announcing that turns him on, although doing anything about it is a thing of the past.
Make sure you keep him in solitary confinement. *PEDOPHILE ALERT*
And that's not funny in the least.
I'm undecorating the Christmas tree the same way I decorated it. I walk by it; I take off an oranament. At this rate, it might be down by Easter.
I don't think I told you about my neighbor, Scott. I'm surrounded by men. On one side in the yellow house is Andrew, a very nice young man. I thought he was in his 20s. He told me he's 40! On the other side in the white brick house is Henry. Henry is pleasant, but I don't see much of him. Behind Henry's house is a white garage with an apartment above it. Scott and his daughter live in the apartment.
Scott is soooooo nice. He fusses about me –– if he sees me working in the yard and he thinks it's too hot, he tells me I need to get inside. He gave me some clippers because he heard me using my chainsaw (I think he's worried I'll cut off my arm or leg or head; I still use the chainsaw but the clippers come in handy).
Scott had company on Christmas Day, when we had lovely, warm weather. Princess and I went for a walk and saw some of his guests. I'm sure he's a great host.
Early in the evening. we heard a knock on the door and his raspy voice called out IT'S SCOTT! He brought me loads of food: Lasagna (the best I've ever had) and garlic bread, a seafood boil, and excellent barbecued chicken. I feasted for days.
I have wonderful neighbors, but Scott goes above and beyond. He always says to tell him if I need anything, and so does Bob, a musician who lives across the street with his lovely wife Annette, a teacher.
Carol took me out to lunch Sunday when she got home from church. I should have taken a picture of her. She looked beautiful in a lavender skirt suit. Carol doesn't wear a skirt or dress without a slip and hose. She's a traditionalist and she sticks with the way she was raised. Carol does not wear a girdle, although she thinks some women could use them!
I'm grateful to be considered family.
And speaking of family, Favorite Young Man and K sent me what K described as a "box of hugs" for Christmas: A beautiful shaw I wrap myself in on chilly days, a nice mug and hot cocoa mix, cozy socks, and many other goodies.
I was in a bad mood when I started writing this post, and now I feel better. The US is headed for even bigger trouble, I'm sure, with the felon threatening Mexico and still yapping about wanting Greenland. We'll see what happens with his Venezuela fiasco. I'll watch it play out and we'll protest and we'll still call it the Kennedy Center and his name will be removed and occasionally, the Supreme Court rules against him. If he puts in marble armrests, they'll end up being removed and so will he.
They can kill ya, but they can't eat ya.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
