This week some deeply, deeply disturbing events intruded on life along our little gravel road. Some of them, as my sister-in-law would say, are downright sick and wrong. This week’s three thoughts for Thursday are written in her honor:

1. My little brother, three years my junior, turned 53 yesterday. Do the math for both of us, and I think you’ll agree. That many candles on a cake are more than a fire hazard. They’re sick and wrong!
2. My clematis, which usually bloom in late May and early June, are flowering already. Yesterday, I wore capris and went barefoot. Last night, we grilled burgers for supper. Pleasant as all this is, one of these days it’ll be pay back time for our good weather. Why? ‘Cause there’s something sick and wrong about summer starting in April Maypril.
3. After completing the first 100 pages of Robert Massie’s new biography, Catherine the Great, I’ve come to a difficult decision. Should I ever be asked to serve as Empress of Russia, I will decline. What with all the court intrigue, conniving, and jealousy, being a princess isn’t nearly as fun as Disney makes it sound. In fact, the behavior and treatment of royalty can be summed up in two words. Sick and wrong!

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