While looking for the picture of the giant iceball that formed inside a small room refrigerator – you don’t want to see that picture – I came across this one of two friends.

Daylight Savings Time began today. Too early – not the morning, but the dratted Daylight Savings Time itself. When the powers that be moved the starting date up, they fiddled with the physical adaptation of humans to the sun/earth relationship. Our physical bodies are not ready to spring forward; we are spring preemies.

A few weeks later and this hour jump is not as jolting – people are enough into the dawn to absorb an hour change. Doing it now thrusts us back into the hibernation mindset of pitch dark mornings.

It doesn’t help that The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse is on the very western part of the Eastern Time Zone . . . Thank you, ex-Governor Mitch Daniels.

Oh, this is a saga, in case you didn’t know.HERE HERE, HERE, HERE, and HERE (which includes a book reviewlet.

UPDATE: Purple smoke appeared above the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse . . . Summer has announced Trunko’s new name is Thugo.

Two (actually four) new characters have joined us here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, with auxiliary assignment to the Ohio Redoubt. They are Trunko and Babo (plus Little Trunko and Little Babo). Alison opened the Speakeasy Door and then she opened the door and here they are.

UPDATE: A candid little sneak photo:

Shane is in the doghouse, figuratively speaking, of course. When Der Bingle opened the door to take Alison to work, Shane took off like a drone manned by a crazy psycho. Bad. But it gets worse: I am in the doghouse also. My cell phone went to voicemail and I didn’t hear the kitchen phone so I was unaware of this and Der Bingle had to chase “the dog” down.

I was informed of the cellphone and kitchen phone aspect when he returned.

I can’t stay in my doghouse because we have another person sick here and one person who needs help with daily tasks (PC talk would be special needs) . . . so I, myself, am unaware whether the report tonight will be upbeat of just a big bloc of white space where the lack of writing screams, I’M POUTING AND IN A REAL SNIT!!!.

Better get the flares ready to put in a circle around me.

A while ago, the PBC & Roadhouse received a decoration, scarfed at a clearance sale by LZP,  for next year’s tree.

I put it on the little table in front of where I was sitting. And then, out of the blue, it fell off and shattered. Der Bingle and I looked at each other and didn’t say a word.

It was not a pretty sight and I carefully picked up all the tiny,thin,shiny pieces . . . and sighed. Then I put my little AmeliaJake mind to work and came up with the idea of stuffing it with cotton balls to use as a foundation for reconstruction.

The front side is shown above and didn’t turn out too bad, but the back side has a couple of obvious CSI red flags.

As we say here, it has character (and glue)

When I went to check my email I noticed that my airport signal was not registering, so I went to System Preferences and did what I needed to do. When I got to the part about choosing a network to join, one choice stood out: KENDALLVILLE POLICE SURVEILLANCE. 

So, really, officer, I never saw that man, woman, child, whoever, whatever in my life . . .

Oh, wait, why do I hear scurrying around sounds in the Foo Bar?

I don’t care if I break some rules to reproduce this story here in its entirety instead of just noting a link. This story, well, it’s about that elusive element in us – the best of what we should be. Perhaps it is the Good Particle . . .

Here’s the LINK.

Here’s the story:

(CNN) — If Kerry Drake missed his connecting flight, he wouldn’t get to the hospital in time to say goodbye to his mother.

Drake got the news on the morning of January 24 that his mother, who had been ill for years from rheumatoid arthritis and had been especially sick the last four months, was dying.

To get to his mother in Lubbock, Texas, the San Francisco resident booked a United Airlines flight, with only 40 minutes between connecting flights in Houston. When his first flight was delayed, Drake thought he would miss his connecting flight to Lubbock, the last one of the day.

Sometimes, airlines go the extra mile

He started crying, obviously distraught. The flight attendants brought napkins for his tears, said they would do what they could to help, and most importantly, got his connecting flight information to the captain, he told CNN.

When he got off the airport train and was running toward the gate, “I was still like maybe 20 yards away when I heard the gate agent say, ‘Mr. Drake, we’ve been expecting you,'” he said.

Continue reading This story . . . United Airlines →

A bit of prep for St. Patrick’s Day

Two packages came. I opened mine; it was a shirt.

This shirt:

What do you think is in Der Bingle’s package? UPDATE: Der Bingle tells me LZP said they were the last two in the store. Der Bingle also announced that he’d be hanging up the shirt at work for people to see on St. Patrick’s Day. He said he thought that would be better than going around pulling his shirt open and his tie up to flash folks. And besides, it makes his getaway easier if he has to fade into the crowd if the Notre Dame fans get to revved up . . .

We have a wet snow outside. That means we have heavy snow outside, which is not technically heavy water, but feels that way. It is going to be 48 degrees on Sunday and in the above-freezing 30’s as it works up to 48. So, shovel again? Well, I think we should take it under advisement for a few days, be certain we are making the correct decision.

I will probably call a meeting in a couple of hours to start analyzing the situation; we’ll be gathered around the fireplace, munching on snackie foldovers, sipping sodas and going through our options. We do have one young person here who is looking at the shovel with the idea of exercise, so we’ve suggested he make a narrow path along the main sidewalk and the little sidewalk up to the door. He says the snow is “light, not packed”  – he is not old enough to realize any snow is lighter when it is not packed down and that this is, actually, heavy snow. I suppose he will learn in a few years. Right now we are, some would say, taking advantage of his naiveté.