Daily Archives: July 25, 2015

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Kendallville Pruning

I thought about titling this post: Where did the italics come from? because when I looked at the site, almost all the post had switched to that font – and I believe some things in the sidebar. I don’t know. Maybe it will come to me; maybe not. I did get an email I ignored that said WordPress had automatically updated. Whatever.

I’m not going to sweat it because we have been sweating a lot here today pruning a tree in the backyard and getting ready to repaint the fence. One limb was longer and deader than we thought and it fell down outside the fence. I ran around to get it and discovered it had fallen on one of the neighbor’s little lights by his driveway. No one was home, so I left a note. I think the little connector flipped off, but I am not certain how to get it back on and sitting and sweating in someone’s driveway with parts of a light was rather embarrassing. So, I covered it up with plastic, stuck a marker in beside it and left a note in a baggie at the back door.

My granddaughter learned that saying, “I’m going to saw that thin branch” and actually doing it involve different levels of effort. She was feeling her bicep; I don’t think logging is in her future.

It is supposed to rain/storm this afternoon right about now, but we went ahead and watered Fern anyway, in case the forecast is wrong and in case she is too protected by the tree she’s under. I think I may need to put some Miracle Gro on her.  Once Quentin and I were using Miracle Gro and I read the directions wrong and for a long time we thought it was supposed to be a brilliant sky blue liquid. I am not a master gardener.

Well, darn, it’s still bugging me about the italic thing and I’m going to have to investigate. So much for my “whatever” comment.

Just Me - AmeliaJake

Change of pace from my usual drivel – So this is new drivel

I don’t have anyone to talk to or with, although I have to admit that I am one to do most of the talking and usually it doesn’t involve listening, so I should have just put a period after “I don’t have anyone to talk to” and let it go at that.

I don’t talk to myself because like my dad once said, “Nobody could ever tell you anything,” and so it wouldn’t do any good. Generally, I find myself with this invisible audience to whom I ramble on about some idea, intricate and ridiculous plot of fantasy, or some gossip I’ve heard and am desperate to retell. For the most part the ideas and gossip are but a smidgen of the amount of talking to technically no one that I do. I’d say 95% of it is made-up situations. It’s a way to pass time and it is entertaining and it takes me mentally away from the aggravations of my life.

Sometimes I find myself repeating what I have already said to this non-existent person, which indicates it is time for me to find a new topic about which to fantasize. I’m at that place now and it occurs to me perhaps I should up the ante and hold myself accountable to legitimate conversational protocols by typing things out.

I could do this, but there are times when I am going on about something where I am not, oh, let us say, your everyday AmeliaJake. So, this would be a bad idea – you know, the writing it out for people to read part. Better I should just keep talking in my head to some non-existent sheriff, doctor, scientist, CIA man, pilot, junkie, ho . . .

Gosh, I should not have brought any of this to your attention in the first place. Excuse me now while I go describe just how oddly Andrew was acting yesterday morning to the officers . . .

Well, I didn’t really have a grasp on it at first; I mean, I just felt off-balance. It wasn’t until Andrew had walked into Jim’s office that I realized I felt relieved he’d left – that he was the one out-of-step. Then, I don’t know, it just went out of my mind. I didn’t think anything in particular when I heard the first siren . . . What? No, no, I didn’t feel frightened when he was here. Look, I don’t know what I felt. I was uneasy . . . and if this hadn’t have happened this afternoon, I probably wouldn’t even have thought about it again. It’s tense around here and you just don’t remember every time you’re tense.