THIS “CLIMATE CHANGE” thing has hit us hard, or maybe the rainy season is simply arriving a tad tardy this year. Whatever.
It did rain yesterday, and today dawned overcast and cool, which is how I like it. The grass is showing signs of revitalization, from dreary brown to joyous green. Abel the Deadpan Yardman will come tomorrow for the first cut of the year.
Life on the mountaintop continues, often in a crackpot manner. Though the Kung Flu problem shows no sign of winding down — quite the contrary — our megalomaniac president refers to it in the past tense. Our mayor has opened both downtown plazas for the first time in a couple of months. He’s also encouraging tourists to return.
And our Kung Flu count continues upward.
Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens tomorrow with the YUGE Trump campaign event in Oklahoma. Thousands want to go, of course, because we love him. I wish I could go. But it seems trouble is brewing. And rumors.
Here’s my prediction. Leftists will appear en masse in MAGA caps, waving Nazi flags and goose-stepping, a disinformation campaign. I doubt they will riot or loot because Oklahoma cops will not be on their side, and the governor is Republican.
It’s good to be out of the fray and atop a mountain in the middle of Mexico.