Trump rallied yesterday in New Hampshire. That surprised me. I just took it for granite that NH was a solid blue state. Get it? Took it for granite? NH is the Granite State. Gawd, I hate having to explain my bad jokes. Anyway, Trump seemed to think it was a great success …
Sounds like a lot of people. But then I saw this pic …
Another month, another chapter. If you need to catch up, here are links to Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. Despite adjusting my medications, I put more words down on paper to create a Chapter 3, this time about campaign issues. Gee, that sounds dry. It was difficult to write about serious issues in a light-hearted way. I’m not sure I succeeded. Regardless, here are some excerpts from a raw, unedited third chapter about issues facing us today.
I announced my 2019 Song of the Summer on this blog recently to much fanfare.
That’s right Science Guy Bill Nye, celebrate that “Go” by the Black Keys is my pick for 2019 Song of the Summer. But my 2 oldest children told me I was way off. They claim that a song called “Old Town Road” is the song of the summer. They tell me that kids stop whatever they’re doing and go crazy when that song comes on.
Hmmm, I wonder why? Take a look and listen …
Now that convicted sex offender and accused pedophile, Jeffrey Epstein, is dead, questions are now being raised about possible co-conspirators. For example, British socialite Ghislaine Maxwell has been solidly linked to Epstein and rumored to be his underage girl recruiter. I’m not sure if she is a criminal like Epstein. I do know for sure that even though I have no idea how to pronounce her first name, I expect I will be hearing it enough on the news shortly that I will have it mastered in no time.
I took a walk this morning, partially for exercise to help lose my fat and partially for mind-cleansing to lose my dark thoughts. I need both … a lot! It was an ideal morning for a walk, nice and cool, although the humidity was high. I don’t mind the high humidity because it makes my remaining hair look fuller. Anyway, it was a peaceful walk, almost too peaceful. I passed nobody. I saw no cars on the road. That generated these random musings …
It’s way too quiet to be a normal Saturday morning. Maybe everyone got Raptured up to heaven except me.
Oh, there’s a plane, except maybe it is empty and on auto-pilot and will eventually crash.
Hey, I kind of like this. It’s so peaceful.
But what about my family?
I started this blog 4 years ago to become a better writer. I got derailed as the Trump Train careened wildly into the White House, and this blog devolved to a series of angry screeds, questionable memes, and mildly-amusing (at best) cartoons. I continued that cathartic path for the benefit of my mental health, yet somehow I did hone my writing skills. I have a non-fiction book that is 2/3 done, but also badly in need of a rewrite. I will get to that as soon as I finish a book of short story fiction which is about 1/2 done and looking good. And who wouldn’t want a Best of Mite Be Funny coffee table book?
Fine. You can put your hands down. Anyway, my editor/cousin convinced me to submit a short story for publication consideration to someone she knew compiling a book. I had to write about a picture that the publisher had published previously in one of her art books. I chose this beauty.
I received this email from the publisher a couple days ago …