After the removal of Golden Boy, Queer Gaza is once again at peace. Prince Albert has moved in and became part of our family. The windows in his room are opened to let in fresh air and cleanse the putrid smell of Golden Boy's colognes, facial masks and scented ass wipes.
The Jews of Little Israel, received their bounty of grapes from our orchard. The Muslims of Little Iran got nothing since they have holed themselves up. We hear, on occasion, Farsi but for the most part, they stay indoors building bombs.
Our chickens have been laying eggs, the vegetable garden is producing squash, tomatoes, tomatillos and peppers. The hummingbirds come for nectar, the bees are pollinating and we can now rest in the patio with tea, coffee and the morning paper. All is well with the storm clouds behind us.
Prince Albert made a wonderful birthday dinner for all of us. The celebration was a success with glasses full of wine and bellies full of chicken paprika. And now that the hangover has left, I can get back to my writing and garden.
Life is good in Queer Gaza once again.
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