The Leaning Cow

I, AmeliaJake, have cleaned up my little porchery spot here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. To real housekeepers, this translates as “she is not tripping over as many things.” I got enough stuff off the dropleaf coffee table that I was able to drop the two leaves. That is kind of nice. Now, [...]

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Maybe it was destiny, but when I flipped on the TV this morning, I saw these cowboys shooting in black and white and I knew it was one of those old movies I had grown up watching, either on the early morning movie or the late show . . . before TV signed off with [...]

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When I was writing about Lydia (Sparky) and Spikey I thought they would understand how their “people” looks flash back and forth with their spirit looks and how sometimes you tend to see the spirit part most of all. And they did; they just think I should post a picture of my spirit as it [...]

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Pottermom picked a hundred pounds of peaches; if I remember correctly, her daughter helped. They took a picture of some of them and she’s planning on doing canning. I’m not one for canning – or cooking really – but I like the way those peaches look in the boxes against the color of the wall [...]

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Indiana countryside and Wal-Mart’s garden stuff. Oh, what a great airplane for  little kids . . .

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Harrison Ford has inspired me after all. I must exercise so that people can say, “Hey, she’s pretty spry for an old lady.” Not that anyone needs to say it – I just want to be able to think it truthfully. So along with my facial exercises, I am trying to regain a waistline. What’s [...]

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Okay, so Harrison Ford is a few years older than I and he’s playing Indiana Jones again. So I think, oh, that’s going to be sad and they should have left it alone. Then I think well, he’s doing stunts and practicing with the whip and this might be inspiring. I liked the movie; I [...]

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It’s usually when the barometer is up, the sky clear and the sun out . . . the temperature not hot. It seems to trigger emotions of things lost. I think and remember and no one is there to see my face or come up to me with the motor roaring. Trees and bushes growing [...]

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I fell asleep somewhere in the second hour. I have this question: if the Andromeda parts can communicate with each other and change en masse, why were people still having the blood to powder experience after the virus had already mutated to resin-eating? Oh, I know – the writers said, “Hey, let’s have the virus [...]

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I’ll bet you didn’t know this but we have a red upright piano at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, and we have a pianist who can really tickle the ivories. Her name is Lydia, but we call her . . . because of her spirit . . . . Sparky. And this is her [...]

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