This morning we’ve been cleaning and getting things picked up and I even put a burgundy tablecloth on the big table room here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. And I put a metal double-sided cut-out of Santa and his reindeer taking flight. Need some candles for it though.

Someone stepped on the vacuum pipe but I fixed it by pounding a ballpeen hammer into the opening with a mallet to re-round the hole. Yes, yes, sometimes I even astound myself . . . and yes, the ballpeen hammer came out of the pipe. (That it would not was in the back of my mind.)

Cans were packed up and sent to recycling and soon I will shower and sort of cycle my daily way to “the Wal-Mart”. Auuuuugggghhhhhhhh.

The day started out with sun and blue sky and now it is overcast and forebodingly grey. But, but, before that happened, I ate my lunch at my usual table, the one by the window that faces the south. Chili and a small hamburger – don’t tell folks here at the cafe, but can you say Wendy’s? – and the pattern of sunlight and  shadow of blinds on the worn red tabletop. The Irish Tenors were on the CD player and when Fairytale of New York came on, I asked all the chatterers  to be still. They went to whispers, so soon I will replay it. Ha! Let them whisper with duct tape on their mouths.

Source of Irish Tenors . . . and Bing Crosby . . . and John Denver and Muppets

and

down below, one of AmeliaJake’s cute little guys