Not that I am Sleeping Beauty, not that I have been asleep at all these past two days. Nor have I been sick. I suppose it was a blah period when it came to the computer. I get that way every now and then. I still wrote posts . . . in my head. You know, I have been doing that all of my life, long before there were computers. There’s not really a point to this – other than the nice thing about the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse is I don’t have to open it up myself every day. The denizens do that: Rose and Lydia and Woo and Foo and E4 and Rose’s apprentice, who looks like Meryl Streep. Oh, I just referred to my dear friends as denizens. I’d better check the definition to make certain I am not going to get smacked.
Ah, the definition on the handy dandy desktop of this computer is, shall we say, less “cute” than I thought. I’m checking another source, say Merriam-Webster:
Definition of DENIZEN
2
: a person admitted to residence in a foreign country; especially : an alien admitted to rights of citizenship
3
: one that frequents a place <nightclub denizens>
Examples of DENIZEN
- <one of those muscle-bound denizens of the gym>
2. <the polar bear is an
iconic denizen of the snowy Arctic>
This is not really going anywhere . . . so nevermind. Just forget it.
I did spend time gathering up stuff from my parents’ stash of clippings and whatnot – including a teaching contract for my dad from the late 40’s. Up on the top, in handwriting is “Retain this copy.” I can’t comment, because here I sit, not throwing it away myself. Pictures of Great-Great Aunt Sara in the Veteran’s Department Office in Washington, D.C.
We are not too sure about this period of her life. Somehow her husband Sherman wound up at the Veteran’s Hospital in that area. I think we once found a reference in a letter she wrote to going out to see him. I’ve heard my grandmother once asked about Sherman and Aunt Sara just shrugged it off. That was when she was married to L.D. and came to Grandma’s with him and all her possessions and no explanation.
Yesterday, I lucked into going to the store just as they had put out new steaks for grilling and marked the others way down. So, last night, Cameron and Summer and I sat around the grill. The steaks are very thin and so I have this rule the kids have to get the fire ready and cook their own meat so it is “just right”. They have plates and just eat it hot off the grill while another is cooking.
We listed to my ipod speaker – only we used Summer’s mini and her playlist. Let’s just say I didn’t know any of the songs. We threw the Wubbas over and over again for Shane. We all took pictures and I guess today I’ll download them and soon post some. We were kind of like three hobos and a couple of dogs. Next time we will have to invite my monk – the one I bought at the Catholic Rummage sale and Cameron brought home on the scooter. It was supposed to be for an elaborate Christmas package decoration for Der Bingle, but who can keep a monk secret.
I’ll just leave it at that for now.