GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

 

 ICE is in my city. I want to take off in a rocket to the moon, as long as it's not launched by the musk melon.

Was I the last to know that Alligator Alcatraz didn't close? I found out it's still open when I read an article about a popular Miami food truck owner who had been arrested and taken there. The last I'd heard, a judge had ordered its closure. 

A different judge said it could be kept open. Next to no information about the prisoners has been released. How many are in custody there? Who are they? Where will they be sent?

Deporting people who are in the US legally is crazy (I don't really approve of deporting people who are here illegally and not causing any trouble). Deporting people to countries where they've never been before is even crazier. The fascist felon has never given up trying to deport Kilmar Abrego Garcia. 🟧and his henchmen last wanted to send Mr. Garcia to an African country, I believe. A judge ordered Mr. Garcia be allowed to stay in the US. When🟠falls asleep during meetings, he dreams of sending Mr. Garcia to any country that offers to torture him. Will this poor man ever be granted any peace? 

All vestiges of Christmas are gone. I put away the tree on Sunday. I do have a string of lights on the dining room table. I need to untangle them and store them correctly so they'll be ready for use in 10 months.

My supervisor works in Virginia. She was 30 minutes late to work Tuesday because ICE had closed down some roads. She didn't know what they were doing. 

She tells me all the time that I'm going to be fired. I've been with the company 4+ years. Every supervisor I've had, except the first, has told me I'm going to be fired. It's demoralizing. According to her, I don't do anything right. Blah, blah, blah. 

Last week I renewed the license I must have to do my job, which I need to do every couple of years. Why did the company pay for the licensing if I'm going to be fired? She praises one aspect of my performance, but tells me to change that aspect. She doesn't want me to be me. 

The Junebug is the Junebug.

When someone finally gets around to firing me, I have my big money-making businesses, and I added a new business last weekend: Junebug Refrigerator Repair. The icemaker wasn't working in Leon, my refrigerator. Usually I repair an icemaker by unplugging the refrigerator for five minutes and then plugging it back in. That didn't work, so I had to figure out a different method, which worked beautifully. Therefore, I have a 100% Success Rate in the field of Refrigerator Repair. I have a 50% Success Rate with Junebug Lawn Mower Repair, and a 100% Success Rate with Junebug Automotive Repair (consists of adding power steering fluid to vehicles). 

Then there's my whopper of a great idea: THE LAKE JUNEBUG RESORT & RUMPUS ROOM. I haven't opened the resort in a long time. I think this coming summer will at long last be the time to accede to your demands and throw open my doors again. Break down the gate––literally. The gate is falling apart anyway. I'll have the same great offerings I had in the past along with some new ones. 23,407.99% Success Rate. I suspect some of you will make reservations for the first time, and you'll encourage your friends and relatives to do the same.

Princess was a delight last weekend. She continues to learn and adapt. Saturday I had to go grocery shopping because the cupboards were bare, so I returned with a pretty big haul. When I need to bring in groceries, I ask Princess to go in the backyard so I can prop open the front door without her running out and screaming FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY! I'M FREE AT LAST!

Princess has always resisted being relegated to the back, but this time, I walked in the house, she led me to the back door, I let her out, and she sat on the deck at the door, waiting patiently until all the groceries were inside. She didn't bark or cry. I praised her liberally. I'd had no indication she was ready to make such a big change.

On the rare occasion someone comes to the front door, she also lures me to the door by motioning with her head and showing her concern if I don't move quickly enough. Princess doesn't know I can look at the camera app on my phone to see who's there, but I appreciate her assistance.

Sunday evening I gave Princess a shower. I'd been calling her Stinky Butt. She's not stinky now, and her fur is soft and fluffy. She was pretty good in the shower. She didn't like it, but she cooperated. That's my sweet girl.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug