-Posted by Isaac

What was it they said in Jurassic Park?

Life finds a way…

I realize maybe some of you have been fretting this week— those who took the time to digest last week’s post. Those of you who hate freedom and unbridled capitalism. Or those who simply don’t think my plan will work. Well let me tell you something— life finds a way.

And while life is finding a way, let us not dawdle.

Let us enrich ourselves.

Let us capitalize.

You worry warts, you naysayers, you need to remember that awesome bear song. (even more awesome with marijuana) You know, the line about fretting and frowning on missed opportunity… and then what happens?:

Well I caught that branch, I caught that branch…

On the way back down, on the way back down.

Capitalism. It’s the American way.

We’ll figure it out. We always do, right?

Right??

Aside from the anticapitalist and annoying pandemic situation, this week brought another disturbance in the Force:

Murder hornets! Nooo!!

Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers. (And articles. And text messages.) Silly me, here I was distressing over varroa mites this whole time.

Hopefully the bees and the beekeepers and the concerned citizens can be proactive with this thing.

That is, before this new plague, this death-on-wings overtakes the country.

But look at it this way, we’re going to have some incredible post apocalyptic stories to tell our grandchildren— between Pandemic 2020, Tiger King, and Murder Hornets. (We’ve got, at the very least, some great new school mascots.) What’s next? Trump University? Oh wait…

If we could only get to that far off day. It sure seems like a long way, that bright worry-free, mask-free day when all is right with the world. When the kids are back in school and Mom isn’t a full time teacher/ tutor/ counselor/ entertainer/ doctor/ chef/ server/ maid/ trainer/ planner/ cleaner.

That’s right! Happy Mother’s Day!

It’s time to honor our moms.

I had thought about honoring our queen mothers. I was going to take a bunch of pictures this week—queens in their natural glory— and do some kind of cheesy analogy to mothers and queen bees. But that fell apart with the cold wet weather. We made very few splits this week. The only queens I dealt with were in cages (above). (They did however get the royal mother’s treatment— a warm honey bath.)

Anyway, I’ve done that before, the queen pic thing: Queen Cheesiness completed!

So instead, with Mama at market this morning, I thought of a different way to honor Mother.

The kids picked out one or two adjectives describing Mama. They were to write a story or memory about Mom and her adjective.

…Or just do something creative.

We sure have a lot of memories with brave Mom.

But sometimes it’s hard to put into stories.

We owe her everything. She’s holding us together.

And if we fall to pieces during this pandemic, if we still turn out rotten, I have only myself to blame.

Because,