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, if I put one up for a drink or a piece of whatever, I must, must, must take the empty glass into the kitchen and put away other stuff when I am done with it.

Yes, without seeing you, Der Bingle, I know you are rolling on the floor laughing. You are probably right, but let me have a wee moment of hope, please. I pulled up the wicker rocker closer to the table in case I deign to let someone join me . . . and I even have a folding canvas chair with two cupholders if I go crazy and let two people out here at the same time.

The layout here at the PBC&R is a little hard to get across to people in writing. We have a long porch out in front and half of it is screened so we can escape any flies and mosquitoes. One screen door leads out to the unscreened part of the porch and to get into the main cafe/roadhouse, you have to go through the double screen doors on that side. We keep saying we’re going to turn one of the windows into a door, but we don’t – although we’ve been down to climb in and out through one.

Okay, the main room when you come though those screen doors is the original building back when the stages stopped. A staircase leads up to the rooms on the second floor. Over to the right is a door that leads into the built-on paneled den with banks of windows on the west and south sides and a fireplace. The kitchen is behind the main room – it used to be the summer kitchen, but as we got more modern, we made a year round thing and put in more tables and a bigger counter in the freed up space in the original room. That enlarged summer kitchen is about 2/3 the length of the main room and den; Great-Great -Great Uncle Frank kept on going for the full length and added on a “private” room for meetings and such. Then my grandfather built a side porch and later in his life enclosed it and planted shrubs all around it – That’s where I am now.

Confusing isn’t it?