Of course, I’m not a Noble County girl; I’m a LaGrange County girl. Now, if I were in Europe and meant someone else from Indiana, I would say we were from the same place. But, here, when I’m in Noble County, I’m only really just living here – I’m not FROM here. I’m from this little bitty village one county north and just northeast of Shipshewana. I’ll have to scan in some old photos – including a tintype or two.
It was four degrees outside, according to the bank sign that registers warmer than it really is, this morning when I took Alison to work. I was a little chilly in my sweatshirt – I had worn a regular PB one and not the sheepskin- lined one. Had there been wind, I suppose I would have had to opt for a jacket as well. (Rest assured that I always have a warm coat and blankets in the car with me – just as I carry sturdy shoes for walking in the car all the time . . . You just never know.)
But, yes, four. We think it is supposed to warm up some and then hit single digits by the end of this coming week.
Of course, our friend, 4, thinks that he is being given a shout out when the electronic signs flash his name. He spends a lot of time with us here in The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse because he likes the privacy it affords him – being a celebrity and all that.
Ever since “the book” came out, he has been sought after for talks, autographs and all that. Unlike most poker player in saloons, he sits at a table where his back is to the door. Once, though, one well-read lady came in, stopped dead in her tracks and exclaimed, “I’d know those ears anyplace!” She quickly reeled herself in and to show his gratitude, 4 sent over a napkin with his autograph. She was thrilled.
Four, by the way, likes his foldovers with honey.
I see that I missed calls last night after I had dozed off. I am going to make sure I put my phone on vibrate and on a wood surface from now on. Of course, that may make for a startled, panicked “HELLO” but at least I will not miss calls I really like to get.