More air-conditioning

You wonder why I have not been talking about the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and its swinging and slamming screen door? It is because the denizens there got a feel for this summer’s temperatures and humidity and decided to turn on the air-conditioning and watch Netflix movies and DVD’s and Phil Harris’ four to five week passing away on The Deadliest Catch.

I asked them about the ambiance of the old time place with condensation on the outside of the drinking glasses and perspiration on your stomach under your shirt and they told me they were leaving nostalgia for late autumn, winter and early spring.

Then Foo asked me if I wanted her to prepare a cucumber foldover.

They are contagious. You may remember I got a small air-conditioner and stuck it in the little eating nook at Mother’s. Well, I got another one for the west room and Cameron and Summer and I installed it  – in our own haphazard way. The advantage of the west room is that it can be closed off from all other rooms. And there is a TV in there. Cool, huh?

Then we went out back and tried to fly a couple of kites Mother had purchased at GoodWill and which we found in the Club 70 little yellow getaway. (Mother had it erected just under a willow and my dad remarked she wouldn’t be so happy with it when a big ole limb came down. She didn’t think it would but one morning she got up and looked out and there was a green blob. She quietly went out to investigate and found the limb had missed the building by a fraction of an inch. Only then did she point it out to my dad.)

That was a long parenthetical wandering. I suppose I could have just included it formally in the paragraph, but it was just a memory that popped up so I let it sneak in.

There are a lot of things in that yellow shed and one thing I was going to bring back was a table . . . but it has many things stacked on it. That will be something for another day. The table is an old one – solid wood and heavier than anything. But it has short legs; Mother sawed them off because she wanted it to be the right height for puzzle working while sitting on a sofa. I don’t know what it would have gone for at an auction with four regular legs? But she needed a table with short legs.

It’s a drop-leaf and I’m bringing it home to put a computer on for now . . . in front of a sofa.

We also found a painted small circular saw and I sent Cameron to put it on the back porch. I forgot it so I guess I will head back this morning.

I’ll be leaving now. Seeya.