Speaking of folks here at The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, you may or may not remember Lydia, nicknamed Sparky, who occasionally plays the upright red piano for us. She is pretty certain a hard winter is on its way and is making sure her hat fits.
It came to me this morning: I blog for me. I like the crisp way things show up on the template; I like expressing myself with some restraint – it’s good practice for being out in public this election year. I like going to The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and mingling with the denizens, some of whom look like, ahem, “ragdolls”, to those who get it and can look like normal people to those who don’t.
It’s sort of like housing and clothing – you make it fit your preferences and no one else need be bothered. Well, it’s better than housing and clothing. That is to say, I don’t have to visit someone’s blog where the girls wear flipflops to school – but I have to see it when I pick my grandkids up.
I like that people I care about may stop by and keep in touch with me and know I am thinking of them. And I like meeting others who wander in and share a foldover.
Excuse moi, but what is this “look like normal people” remark? We might just have to talk with AJ . . .
