Of course we aren’t a vegan eatery or hang-out or whatever you want to call the PBC&R, but we do know a fellow who is green and is not Kermit. Now he is thinking of working around the place , making it jolly, dontcha know. This Green Giant is a reincarnation of the the one that my mother sent away for when my first son was quite little. When she went out to the mailbox, she found a transparent bag on which was written, “Here’s your everloving Green Giant.” She said she wondered what the postman had thought. We never found out.

Time went by and the everloving GG got a little threadbare, so I sort of cloned him – a bit of seam cell research. I am no longer the person  who sat there making a pattern and cutting out leaves for his little Tarzan suit and his hat. I don’t know if I have changed or just grown tired, but the idea of making one does not appeal. Perhaps that is because I have already made one and see no need to do it again. That would mean I haven’t changed that much since I usually enjoy only the first figuring out process and not mass production.

I once made a Raggedy Andy – Jake – because the first one had a material fatigue problem and his head was ripped 90% off. It was impressive. The original donated his shiny black eyes and his heart to the project. I mean he literally donated his heart; I cut out the  “I love you” heart and stitched it on the new one.

I have made more than one “raggedy” – some pieced together in a Frankensteinish process and others fitted with new legs and arms. To this day, I can still be surprised while rummaging around in some box by a red and white stockinged leg, or an arm . . . an unfinished wig, salvaged eyes.

I have no real way to end this bit of rambling, so I think I’ll just sit here and chat about old times with his nibs . . .

Today, for the first time this year, I parked facing the west because of the brightness of the sun.  And, from time to time, the glare on the big flat windows of  noseless school buses  travelling east on the highway to the north would cause me to blink and avert my eyes.  The air outside was soft and with the sun behind me, the colors of spring were brighter. Sydney and I stayed a long time. Soon enough, we will be seeking shady spots, ones on rises so we can catch the breeze of morning. Soon enough we will have to share our fairgrounds with Bluegrass festivals, and 4-H and little leaguers and the fair and people out for a stroll. We will compensate by going earlier and earlier. Fortunately, I like the early dawns with the day lying fresh before you – not in the way gung-ho, productive people do – more in the personal quirk sort of way.

Now, I am going to look up some rules of punctuation, not because I intend to heed them, but I am curious about the technicalities regarding the inside/outside of quotation marks. Sometimes what is right looks so wrong and  you just have to bite the bullet and do it, even though you know some folks are thinking, “Poor dear, she doesn’t understand that point . . . “