But the grass is green

Yesterday there was winter on the windshield but I began to really notice that spring is on the ground. Nice, green, colorful and therefore not depressingly drab, grass. It also is showing signs of growing. I’m not going to complain about being in my 60’s and quite capable of mowing grass; let’s just say I would rave a little bit more about being in my 60’s and walking down to the beach. I don’t know if it is human nature or not, but it is apparently AmeliaJake nature.

I don’t remember if I mentioned it or not, but I, as the proprietress of the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, have decided I have to be rather firm with some of my regulars who like foldovers on the house, but don’t consider oiling the hinges on the screen door, sweeping the peanut shells off the floor, keeping the glasses nice and sparkly, or toting the remains of the day out to the trash can. I have started a private blog on which I post chores that need to be done. I even use pictures, although I haven’t yet added circles and arrows courtesy of photoshop yet. I will probably be a little more creative than circles and arrows when I get to that stage because I am the one who took a marker and wrote on the several pairs of scissors I had to buy to replace “missing” ones. Thing like: Take and Die, G’ma will kill you, a picture of a skull and crossbones, the word poison and so forth. So far, I am not seeing much success. Time to be motivational . . . I find myself chuckling. Maybe a little tweaking with the wi-fi? Missing DVD’s? As the days grow warmer I might announce one must earn air conditioning; I could make a sign over the door: Work will keep you Cool.

I have given them author privileges on the blog so they can let off steam or whatever; I think that is fair.