We at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse are wondering about getting an aquarium, and we got this idea from The Weather Channel Website, where we also became obsessed with the end of the world. Now one of their sub-headlines is about the deadliest fish and the stone fish is mentioned. I once saw a show where a man kept a stonefish in an aquarium, pulled it out and stuck its snout at an enemy/rival/whoever and then put it back in the water.

But could we control ourselves if Joe Biden came in??

It started with deciding to have a small fire while we were grilling. Der Bingle put in a fire starter and a couple of logs and I sat there watching the flames grow. One of the logs had a knothole which eventually burned out, allowing a view of flames through it. I tried to catch it on camera, and maybe I did, but I’m not looking now.

I liked sitting there on a day close to 60 degrees, watching the fire – so I added more logs. There is a special pile at the corner of the shed consisting of decaying logs; I used them . . . it was time. Over ten years ago, Quentin, Mother, Daddy and I stacked a bunch of wood on two elevated rails. We burned a lot of it, but never seemed to get down to the bottom layer, then Daddy died and I just let it sit there because I remembered that fall day when the four of us put it there. Then Mother passed away and I still let it stay. To my Depression Era parents, this would have been considered wasteful.

Finally, last fall I got the message and took it off the rails and put it at the corner of the shed. But I left it there and it got snow-covered and ice-glued together and by this spring, it was a little more rotten. So yesterday I sat in the backyard with the firepit for about five hours and burned it. I don’t know what went up in smoke, but it kept me warm.