Yesterday I was alone with my thoughts in the early morning and, then, later in the evening. Both times I stared at the New Post page at blog administration and found my fingers still. The election’s over and it is very hard not to feel that, overall, “It’s over.”
And, just by clicking to a new paragraph, I am not going to be able to dismiss that feeling of mourning. However, there is nothing to be served by being a broken record . . . uh, a glitched-up mp3 player in today’s terms.
We have been moving furniture around here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse – not a lot, but giving the place a warmer, cozier atmosphere as the cold weather sets in. Ironically, it’s going to be 70 degrees and close to it tomorrow, but, hey, I’m pretty certain the overall trend is leaning toward “freeze your nose (or other body part) off.”
We have welcomed the days when the back vestibule can serve as a soda pop and bottled water cooler. Some of us, however, (that granddaughter) welcome the cool beverages but are wont to ask someone else to actually go out into the vestibule. Almost makes one want to shake up her Mountain Dew . . .
I sold some records at our garage sale last month. I actually had a few sell but most sat there in their crate not even being considered. My granddaughter didn’t know what they were. I told her they were big black CDs…… and she asked me…. what’s a CD? Seems all their music is downloaded mp3s. I have to admit very little shocks me but that did.