I have been thinking that it has been  a year since Mother was talking about finally going to a doctor – after some decades. And I was telling her we would get a baseline, so in the future the doctor’s could look at it and say, “I guess she isn’t having a heart attack or whatever – she’s always had this.” Well, you know, I convinced her of that and I was wrong.

No long essay here, but I felt like I wanted to mention it.

Oh, hum, well, I’ll be working hard to clean up the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse to get it ready for the holidays . . . because Quentin is coming to see us. That is, if he gets in gear and tells Der Bingle when to make the plane reservations. I just thought I’d mention it, QUENTIN, so you would know that I have not lost my little prodding touch. Also, SHANE wants to remind you to get planning so you can do some planing. I would post a picture of him looking at you sending you that message, but I think your imagination can do such a good job all by itself.

Feel the nuzzling nose?

Feel the fur?

Hear the Wubba land at your feet and the little pleading whimper?

I’m thinking we’ll chop a little volunteer cedar from up at Grandma’s and make duct tape ornaments a couple of days before Christmas. I suppose the sticky surface makes duct tape origami a little difficult? Oh, well, we’ll manage.