This! Is! My! Friday! Well... actually it's a Thursday, but I am off for the next 2 days and that counts for something. And the weather is not supposed to be that bad... a bit cool, but no steady rain... at least that's what they're forecasting for now. We'll have to wait and see.
If the weather cooperates, I see more lawn work in the offing. I bought dahlias to put in next to the Itoh peonies. My squash and melon seeds are already in the ground... hopefully germinating as I type. There's also blood red poppies and spearmint and cilantro... the mint's for tea.
Julian Assange as been arrested. in London. How's that for happy news. I suspected he's really concerned... poor thing (cheeky sarcasm). Aren't there rape charges against him in Denmark? He's a loudmouth who thrives off of spilling other people's secrets, now all the dirt he's been trying to sweep under his own rug is going to be revealed. He is going to learn all about Karma...
And what about Billie Barr claiming the Federal Government was spying on the Idiot Jerk during the 2016 election. This love song is directed at one specific block of voters, the blood red, MAGA hatted buffoons and brain dead Republicans who hate everything they can't control. His goal? To enrage them, to keep them charged up, to insure they show up at the polls in 2020. Why? Because the Idiot Jerk in the White House has an approval rating of 43% - that's a death knell if you're trying to get your ass re-elected. They understand this. The only way he can keep his tax returns secret, the only way he can keep from being indicted, is to get himself re-elected. The only way Stevie M., and Betsy D., and Mikey M. and Billy B. from being indicted, is to keep the Idiot Jerk in the White House. Oh, that's right, there are 2 Stevie M's, Mnuchin and Miller, well hell, they're both crooks, so let's get both of them behind bars.
So, I got a text yesterday from Cori, the woman working on my book cover, that included several pictures of background color. She asked one question: do you prefer pastels or blood. I looked at all the pics she had sent me, different pastels, and they were all nice. Then I looked at the one in which she'd let her creativity run wild and couldn't stop myself from smiling. My reply was a no-brainer: Let there be blood.