This afternoon, this very afternoon, I was informed by the weather people that it is going to rain tomorrow . . .  probably; I also found out it was predicted to be dry for the next six hours. I went to Lagrange County and mowed. It was dark when I pulled into the garage here. But it is mowed up there. I didn’t really feel like doing it so I free-formed it – mow this way, mow that way, go around in a circle, run into a shrub. What can I say, it happens. Berries fell on the seat and I sat on them . . . my shorts have purple spots. I still have not seen a snake, but I did spot a raccoon.  A guy pulled in and wanted to sell me windows – he saw my new metal roof.  Hey, my windows are okay and some have the original glass. That means things are wavy when you look through them. Sometimes that’s okay because imagined monsters in the dark look less scary through wavy windows. Really, it’s true.

Mondays are not necessarily upsetting because you can always think that you have the whole week to get some things done and out of the way. However, often I am not in the mood for Mondays; today is one of those times. I’m ready for a hibernation day – maybe because the weather has done a little fluky thing. It has been cool and overcast, and coming off of some hot and humid days (for us), this change induces a feeling of limpness. I feel I am in Limpo, not to be confused with Limbo, of course.

The problem is if I consider this Monday as sort of like not really there, I will feel that Tuesday is Monday and will think I have five days to get thins done, but I will only have four. You know, I don’t think this really bothers me. So there is no problem. Yes, I can go with that approach.

Lydia, our piano player, went for a week’s visit to The Ohio Redoubt, so we have no motivational ragtime (oops, unintentional pun) to stir up some motivation.

Maybe I do have a problem though. The flat nose accidental utterance is fairly recent and I am on probation and OH NO, HERE COMES SPIFFIE.

That title up there could probably be the whole post. I don’t know what I’m going to do today. It is cool out and I actually plugged in the little space heater to warm my feet. I also turned on the flame effect in the firestove to let me think I was warming up at a camping ground on a chilly morning. It’s kind of working – my feet are getting warmer and my spirits are nudging into the activity mode.

But I am unfocused. I did invest in a trial package of the new Ziploc vacuum storage bags and that may be my adventure for the day. Once, a long time ago, after watching one of the commercials on TV for the send-away vacuum storage bags with the “WAIT! CALL NOW AND GET ANOTHER SET FREE!!!!” offer, I experimented with a trash bag. Boy, you really can suck the stuff down to small flat size, and I assume, help keep things in a good state. The trash bags, of course, leaked, but I knew they would. It was just for the fun of it.

Now, with Ziploc in the business, I am going to give it a try. I’ll let you know.

We watched it. We think we should be wearing stickers like they hand out on election day – the “I Voted” ones. Little badges of the whimsical stupidity of watching over the top SyFy movies. Of course, my brain is now mush.

Well, we at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, which is frequented by and pretty much run by those who wear red-striped socks, just feel the outright need to highlight one of the members of our clan.
It is this man:

AP photo

This man wearing these socks:

AP photo

We are proud.

I need to take a picture, but not tonight; I am stretched out with my laptop on my chest – remember, it’s flat. The picture will be of bears because as most of us know, Der Bingle has many bear friends, including the Coca-Cola Polar Clan. He used to blog from the West Facing Cave, now flying under the radar as The Ohio Redoubt, a place where bears congregate. The bears, of which there will be a picture(s), came in various forms in the LZP box. What was also in the box was something this specific AmeliaJake could not resist – gummy bears. A three pound bag of gummy bears and I think I ate a pound of them.

But they were soooooo good . . .

Well . . . I found this: