Thursday, July 20, 2017


I have an injury to my right wrist, so I'll take a few days off from blogging and commenting on your blogs to rest my arm and to ice it so the swelling goes down. Fortunately, it's not broken. Just sore.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Our Island Home

for b.

When we walk on the grounds of
           Our Island Home
We wave at the neighbors off in the distance
We don't call out a hello because our voices
Would waft away on the breeze.
We are alone on the grounds of
           Our Island Home

When we play on the beach at
           Our Island Home
We swim naked and free
We make love in the waves
We rest in the sand because
We are alone on the beach at
           Our Island Home

When we walk to the restaurant near
           Our Island Home
We feast on Northern Italian
We drink red wine 
We wander the roads until
We return from the restaurant alone to
           Our Island Home

We are happy on our own, completely alone, in
           Our Island Home

Thursday, July 13, 2017


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Occasionally I visit a certain restaurant, and I swear Al Sharpton is always there. It's not really Al Sharpton, of course. I happen to think that this particular guy looks like Al Sharpton. You'll have to take my word for it because I won't invade "Al Sharpton's" privacy by photographing him.

Years ago, The Washington Post pointed out that then Secretary of State Warren Christopher

bore a very strong resemblance to

Kukla. Yes, that Kukla of

These days, I watch the news and every time I see Mitch McConnell

I wonder if his head will disappear into his shirt collar because he looks so much like a

I suspect we'll start to see more of the president's lawyer, Jay Sekulow, who has also played the part of

Mr. Burns' lawyer on The Simpsons (Favorite Young Man told me about this one; I can't stand The Simpsons).

And how about Jeff Sessions?

He's practically a ringer for

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug, who always looks like a queen (her tiara gives her away along with the frequent mention of "we are not amused")

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I'm a firm believer in spell check, but I admit that once or twice or twenty times I have ignored the red line under a word because I was convinced that I knew better than spell check. Being corrected by my loyal subjects has taught me to check a dictionary when that red line appears, which I can do without getting out of my chair because dictionaries are available online.

I know I'm not the only person who has ignored the red lines because I've received manuscripts from clients that have words with the telltale red lines that alert me to a misspelled word.

However, some writers turn off spell check because the red lines drive them crazy. If you can't bear the red lines, you can still spell check your Word document by going to the Review tab and clicking on the first icon that says Spelling & Grammar underneath a capitalized ABC.

As soon as the spell checker finds a misspelled word, you'll see a box that looks like this:


As you can see, you also get suggestions for possible correct spellings. If the suggestions all seem incorrect to you, or if you're convinced that your spelling is correct (and it might be), then it's time to ask the dictionary for help.

I lurve spell check because even Your Queen of Grammar makes misteaks.

I also have some good news for you. Employers have started to take an interest in Your Queen. As a results, I'm out gallivanting around (as Willy Dunne Wooters says) more than usual.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Thanks, fishducky!

Wednesday, July 5, 2017


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I haven't gotten lost.

I haven't run away, although I was tempted to do so yesterday when Favorite Young Man barfed.

I'm busy with my job search, learning new skills, and comforting Franklin and Penelope. They hate the fireworks. I hate them, too. If we only heard the explosions on July 4th, I wouldn't mind too much. The problem is that some of my neighbors start shooting off their mouths their firecrackers, Roman candles, and whatever else they have (including guns) the weekend before the 4th. The shooting off will continue until at least Saturday night so we experience the unhappiness of an entire week of blasting.

It's a good thing that Favorite Young Man has helped get the dogs out to potty before bed because they don't want to leave the house.

What Penelope's little face looks like during the fireworks:

See the big scaredy eyes?

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug