It has been so long since I posted, so let me try to get it all down before you complain that I didn't sum up the past so many weeks well enough.

I have acquired poison ivy again, so I am itchy as well as witchy. I know the accusations that follow in my wake. I am okay with it and I have lovely pink ankles, accented in calamine lotion. This means, of course, that parts of me that don't have poison ivy are itching sympathetically, and I fear the spread of the rash of evil to other parts of me--such as my face. It has happened before. Hence the fear. Of course, I can't complain. My third wife and her husband have been so overtaken with the oily poisons, that he looks like he has the plague on the palms of his hands. (Her words, not mine.)

Like any dutiful aunt, I enjoy observing that my niece and nephew are as corrupted as myself. Princess Madeline enjoyed her Disney princess themed birthday party. I don't know if it is because she is all set to be a fairy for Halloween, she got princess Barbies, or she got her very first My Little Pony. I admit it, I have been waiting three years to give her one. You can't blame me. Or can you? Sadly, I believe what she enjoyed most was picking up a cupcake, licking off the icing, setting the cupcake back down, picking up the next cupcake and repeating the procedure.

Jojo, having not reached even his first birthday, was not quite as exciting to most people. After all, he isn't old enough for cupcakes. However, I took the opportunity to introduce him to one of the greatest wonders of the modern junk food--cheese curls. After his mother was coerced to give him one, I found him to be very attentive when holding one. In fact, he opened his mouth, reached toward it, and opened his eyes almost as wide as his mouth. CUTE!!!

In other news, some books that I read disturb me a little. How does one reach the point where they have no faith? What has to happen to a person to make them not only try to write God out of existence but also try to write him into being a fraud? Seriously, I do not understand, and I have a lot of bad experiences under my hat, but that is another story...

I continue to wish I didn't pay attention to the world around me. I realize that it would be unwise to hide my head in the sand, but the more I hear about the world we live in, the more I realize I do not even begin to understand. We make things public that should remain private. We sit on the edge of our seats awaiting information that could change someone's life in a way that is not good. We also try to crowd people off the road when they are going plenty fast enough, especially considering the police car three cars ahead of us.

As my body has decided to be at war with me, I have been spending a lot of time watching the first season of "Heroes". This leads one to ponder again what each of us would do if we had power beyond our own understanding.