epistle to a social worker

Kay-kay,

The days of late have had a surreal quality, almost as if a fog were burning off, but taking a measure of colour and saturation along with it.

Then I wake to find that things are still maraudingly vivid here in the Most Serene Republic of Atlantis-upon-Mississippi.

http://louisianavoice.com/2013/03/24/greenstein-pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-curtain-richard-cms-says-dhh-unresponsive-medicaid-questions-which-if-unanswered-could-cost-la-another-800-million/

Meanwhile: a communiqué from our Esteemed Directress.

Good morning all

I  made these cupcakes http://www.yourcupofcake.com/2013/03/lemon-mascarpone-cupcakes.html and will be selling them  today for  $1 each [a bargain because the cake lady by my house sells cupcakes for $2!) for our March of Dimes fundraising .   I also have a few  devils food with vanilla buttercream (and Cadbury eggs too). (24 total)

I am going to put the  all names of the Walk for Babies Team volunteers  in a basket  and draw one  name  to apply the $$ to.

If you would like to “reserve”  one of these cupcakes, shoot me an e-mail—first come, first served!

It is almost enough to make my heart weep, the sheer absurd poesy of it all.  Nero only raped burning Rome with his own theatrical compositions.  Eat your heart out!  Here we sit, a Bastille in the making (though not a shred so populist), and the Directress, instead of answering a few nice questions from the feds, bakes cake!

O, let them eat cake, sweet lemon mascarpone cupcake for babies, as little Brucie goes into the crucible!

Sometimes I wonder if the Latin American republics couldn’t take a lesson or two from us.

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