This was nice. Last night just as I was going to sleep I thought about my husband’s great aunt Cuba and wondered what was her husband’s first and last name. And my brain was able to pull the information out of some crevasse. Good chemicals from the success uplifted my spirits.

It was a little tricky; I knew he name was a “bit” different, with the flavor of a foreign country to it, but just trying to think of those types of names didn’t yield anything. So I did the old alphabet trick. I got really teased by the “E” category, as if I were almost there. I forced myself to go on and as I hit  “I” territory, it came to me – Ivan. YES. YES. YES. YES. WOO-HOO.

But my body craved more of the good chemical of success and I thought . . . last name? last name?  last name?

The alphabet again. Trying to hear my husband’s voice in my head . . . almost saying the name.
Oh, gosh, I was getting toward the end – past the “R” section and the “T” faction and getting nervous . . . and then, then, my mouth said it and I heard my husband’s voice say it at the same time: Vilander. Ivan Vilander.

Not that this has much importance, if any, but it sure felt good to have some brain cells firing.

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Back when I was in college, a girl (Abby) in our circle of friends was really attractive; we all were convinced of it. Then one of our mothers showed up and we introduced her. The first thing she said when she was alone with her daughter was to remark that Abby didn’t have good features at all. Oh? The daughter told this to us, her friends, and we were all surprised, as she had been.

But, actually, when you came to really think about it, to picture Abby in your mind, we had to agree the mother was correct. To be quite truthful, Abby was not only unattractive, she was homely. It was her personality, of course, that had grabbed us the moment we met her. We thought she was beautiful; we still do.

My mother in NE LaGrange County says the sky is lightening up and if the usual pattern holds, we should be seeing some sun in NW Noble County in a few minutes. Do like the Whos and cry, “Sun, we are here. We are here.”

UPDATE: Thank you, thank you, thank you. I almost see shadows outside because the sun is almost out. I had about given up and then, the total gloom lifted. Summer is throwing up; I almost typed “puking” and I don’t know why. I don’t talk that way. Now, please shout: “Flu Spirit – AmeliaJake is not here. AmeliaJake is not here.”

Here I sit, looking out a half wall of windows at shrubs and bits of sky. Even with the light on, I can differentiate sky from shrub – it is not just a dark mass. So, dawn is coming. Ah, I think it is a gray sky again. Well, that is ultimately okay, although I could use a good dose of sunlight.

Yesterday was a teaser day – first sun and clear sky, then clouds rolled in when they weren’t predicted (not surprised), then the sun picked out in changing blue pools . . . and finally, finally, the sky was one big piece of construction paper azure blue again. But it was late in the afternoon and chilly to cold; in the backyard, the leaves were frozen to the ground, so I propped the rake against the side of the house and popped back inside.

Another sick one is on the sofa, up half the night with a sore throat. Drat.

Still, we await the day so we can carpe it and gather our rosebuds.

 Remember when I thought he had managed to get a case of frostbite in the Green Bay game that result in disaster? Well, of course, I was wrong. I just didn’t know how wrong; he has saved face, boy, has he saved face. He is getting 21 MILLION dollars to coach for four more years. READ THIS and see a picture of his saved face.

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I have come to really like sunny days; I have learned my lesson from this dismal Northern Indiana winter of 2007/2008. And today it is sunny, right now and it is predicted to remain so. If it does not, I may just have to go hunt Jim Cantore down. Today is also the Kendallville Home & Garden Show; it was yesterday too, but I forgot. I think my mind was dimmed by the overcast. It’s a small show, but, hey, what the hey? Or something like that.

What DID I do? I have an idea – something not correct when it comes to blog innards. Drat, this template business is no place for flying by the seat of your pants. Google Webmaster had this warning, and, yes, they called it a warning, on my dashboard sitemap slot:

URLs not followed

When we tested a sample of the URLs from your Sitemap, we found that some URLs were not accessible to Googlebot because they contained too many redirects. Please change the URLs in your Sitemap that redirect and replace them with the destination URL (the redirect target). All valid URLs will still be submitted.

Okay, I am going to have to think about this. It reminds me of science classes, especially chemistry, when the teacher announced that answers had to be exactly correct . . . something about the difference between blowing ourselves up or not. (See, that’s what I liked about math problems – you could make an error and not wind up with a “7” sticking out of your forehead.)