On Sunday, DJT stated that he’d like to see Greenland owned by the U.S. by the end of his term. Here’s the quote: “For purposes of National Security and Freedom throughout the World, the United States of America feels that the ownership and control of Greenland is an absolute necessity.” Sources close to Trump say he’s 100% serious. Absolute necessity!

Greenland’s population is around 55,000. It’s the largest island in the world, even larger than Coney Island and Gilligan’s Island. It’s part of the North American continent but is also part of the Kingdom of Denmark, albeit as an autonomous territory. Its citizens are citizens of Denmark as well as European Union citizens. Its capital and largest city is Nuuk. (I know this sounds more like a baby product, but just write it down if it comes up in a puzzle.)

Greenland is defended militarily by Denmark. It (Denmark) recently announced it has adopted a major defense package. For Greenland’s defense the package includes two elite sled dog teams. So it may not be as easy to overtake it as Trump thinks.

It’s beautiful out there. I’m looking forward to when we get it.

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These are great pancakes, easy to make. First make some oatmeal. But don’t eat it. You’re not having oatmeal, you’re having pancakes — that’s the whole point.

Okay, next, in one bowl mix 1/2 cup flour, 1 tsp baking powder, and 1/2 tsp salt.

In another bowl mix one egg, two tbl butter or oil, 3/4 cup milk, and 1.5 cup of that oatmeal you already made.

That’s it! Combine the two bowls and make the cakes on your griddle. I like to mix in blueberries which I keep in the freezer, and/or a sliced banana on top. Cinnamon optional, mon.

This young woman is approaching them cautiously. C’mon, dig in babe. We don’t have all day.

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I am posting this nonsense early today, for we are heading west soon, for our overnight stop in Clarion PA on the way to Michigan.

This poem will start our day. It’s by James Wright and was in today’s Writer’s Almanac. It’s called “A Blessing.”

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

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