Strange Times

Strange times indeed. Families are in transition, jobs are scarce, and the middle class is becoming a survivalist group. Makes one wonder if there is a greater plan and we are merely ants scurrying to fulfill the scheme.



Jobs. The one is South Carolina is becoming a reality. The "recruiter" called today and asked for a start date. Of course, I still haven't talked to the "right" person on the site to determine exactly what the job will be. Also, the money has yet to be confirmed. Strange.



Ava had a great birthday. Both sets of grandparents were there as were assorted cousins and others. Her Dad left shortly after the cake was cut. Strange indeed.



My neighbor has a new hand gun. Granny class is next weekend. However, bullets are in demand and in very short supply these days. Strange.

Lately, the feral cat, BK, has been inside more than the cats. Strange.

As in the past, this Blogger site has a "mind of it's own." The spacing between paragraphs is not what I input, and the photos I wanted to post won't show on the "slide show." Maybe next time.

Right now, things are just to strange for me to comprehend, let alone deal with. I will become more of a blond tomorrow - then things should return to "normal."

"'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat. 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'" - Lewis Carroll in "Alice in Wonderland."