Yes . . . the Peep guy who I think is a spy. Well I have his picture now and here it is.

Does he look like a Double Zero guy to you? Well, I received this email from LZP and his minions this morning while I was working in the yard.

Do these guys seem as if they might be fired up by some information they have received . . . from someone??

Yes. No picture of the cute little yellow plush Peeps rabbit. He is in isolation because as I walked by where he was sitting yesterday, his “yellowness” leapt out at me and made me smile and then I thought, “Dandelions are yellow.”

This yellow Peeps rabbit came in a package from LZP, and he is the one who, dontcha know, supports the Dandelion Defense Army or whatever those kooks call themselves. Suppose he sent a spy? Maybe the Peeps rabbit is yellow because he is really a dandelion who has shape-shifted into a little plush bunny.

Ah, you see there is no Peeps video yet. Why? Because I decided to clean some in the sitting room and bedroom with my granddaughter helper who is hot to make money. We made progress; we have much more to do. Now I am in a chaise lounge position on the sofa with a basket of my life’s accessories supporting my calves and feet.

Oh, it feels so good after the cleaning thing. Really good. I have to get up to yell at Shane who is barking. I don’t want to move. Actually, I stayed right where I am and screamed/screeched “Shane, stop barking or I am going to rip your head off.” He stopped. It probably won’t work twice.

I’m going to make an appointment tomorrow to see my doctor about my green cough up stuff and maybe he will give me something to clear the congestion which is making me sound as if I have a harmonica in my chest when I breathe. Sometimes when this happens, I fool around with breathing patterns to see what kind of noises I can make. Then I cough and stuff comes up and my chest doesn’t reverberate anymore for a while.

You didn’t need to know that and I didn’t need to type it, but it occurred to me if I kept typing I could just sit here a little longer. Oh, I am wearing a baseball cap with the brim down so it is almost resting on my glasses. I am imagining I look cool. We found it upstairs and it wound up on my head and I don’t know if the hat says anything or not. Okay, I leaned to the side so I could see my reflection in the computer screen which is not covered by this wordpress window and it is a Lands End hat.

A few years ago these hats were being sold for about $15 a piece and then they went to overstocks and On the Counter and the price dropped to a dollar fifty. I ordered about 20 of them and have been working my way through them, being certain to always have a supply of never opened ones so I could look spiffy on a go to town day. Those would then be downgraded to Wal-Mart and grocery store hats and then to just walking around and driving around hats and then to working in the sweaty heat of summer hats.

They are about used up. I will need to find another really good deal or shave a spot on the crown of my head and attach a small umbrella to a suction cup. I think that would look stupid and I have put in the stupid file of ideas that pass through my head when I don’t use filters. Which is never. I don’t think I can filter out any idea because one of them might be so crazy it just might work.

I am probably due for an intervention. The  gang here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse feels they are obliged to try from time to time. Then they spend a week observing to see if it “worked” and then they get downhearted. And the cycle begins again.

Which means I’ll be back, baby.

One of the first things I am going to post is a picture of my plush Peeps bunny that LZP sent me. But not just this moment – because I contracted the cold everyone else has had. Stuffed nose, runny nose, combination of both, the coughing up stuff. Okay, enough of the symptoms.

Cough, Cough . . . Oh, sorry.

I can’t take a picture of the bunny because that would not do it justice; I have to film it. When you squeeze it, it makes clicking sounds . . . and squeezing it become addictive. He is small enough to carry in my pocket. But, oh, I just looked closely and there is no opening for battery replacement. Well, we’ll deal with that surgery when the time comes.

It seems I have a little MacBook problem; I am worried. I will be back when I get this settled.

I don’t know but I took three doses of medicine and I feel so much better. Maybe it is the placebo effect, but, hey it was a pretty good day today. Oh, I forgot; you don’t know. The doctor’s office called and I am positive for C-Diff, a bacteria that can turn your intestinal tract into a battle zone. My daughter-in-law thinks she brought it home from her job as a nurse; I don’t know. Things happen. I hope what is happening now is that I gradually wore down from the infection until I did not realize how tired I was and now the toxin level is reduced and I am feeling perky.

Sort of like what happened when I became anemic from fibroid tumors.

Well, anyway, like I said, it was a pretty good day . . . and I’ll take it and be happy about it.

Snow. Sigh.

I had errands to do today and then a Scrabble game and after yesterday’s warmth, the cold damp bought a psychological downturn. I retreated to a mini-hibernation and napped. Then I turned on the TV and watched a program about civilization – people and earth going down the drain. It was a series of scenarios based on a woman’s lifespan in the 21st century . . . Oh, I’ll turn this off just as soon as I see a dry Lake Mead. But there was always another preview. Finally, I changed the channel at about a quarter to eleven.

Then I walked into the kitchen and came back and went to turn on a light and blew the circuit breaker for all the lights in the kitchen and dining room. There was yelling and a trip to the garage and the breaker box; Sydney followed me and we had a heck of a time convincing him to return.

Finally, finally, I decided to check the news and my email and found the two comments to the post below.

And I smiled because I felt a companionship and it felt good. And then I grinned . . . and I’m doing it again.

We have been in the season of the solid sound of a heavy door closing against the wind and cold and snow. The sound of the sighs of appreciation of warmth. But  today might be 60 degrees and I am starting to think about the thump of the screen door hitting the frame. Other patterns will change – when something happens outside, noses will no longer press against windows; no, people will wander outside, drink in hand, and openly gawk.

We will smell the summer morning freshness and I think I like those early times best – the whole long day ahead of you, just waiting.

I must remind myself it is two months until Memorial Day still; and I must remind myself it is only two months ’til Memorial Day. Geraniums and spikes and ivy or asparagus ferns in urns; quiet times at gravesides. Trips to White Pigeon and Sturgis and Kingman.

You know, I think I’ll talk to the Kingman girls about putting something on our great-grandparent’s grave, way over in the old section. Our great-grandparents, our grandparents, my dad, their mother. Kind of makes you think about that patch of Indiana soil and yourself standing there.

Then we’ll need to go to some cafe for lunch and hear the screen door close behind us.

I have played FreeRice off and on for awhile; it’s the vocabulary quiz that sends 10 grains of rice to feed people for getting correct answers to vocabulary questions. And now they have other subjects as well. I also saw that you could start a group of rice players and so I set up The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse Group and thought I’d post it on the sidebar.

Well, it doesn’t seem to work that way. You can post a banner thing for FreeRice but that crowded my sidebar and only linked to the main FreeRice page, which can be easily reached by typing www.freerice.com. FreeRice links to Facebook and Twitter, but I just wanted a little place on the sidebar where you could stop by and hit the jukebox a couple of times for the fun of it.

I guess if you go here, you can see the group, but I’ll have to test it out. WELL, THAT DIDN’T WORK. It took you to the management page. Rats.

Okay, if you go here, you will see this:

It says you have to log in or sign up, so never mind.  Can’t say we didn’t try.