Attitude remains unsettled

Just a few minutes ago, I wrote about being out-of-sorts. I pushed Publish and decided to get on with the day, checking my email and the Kindle Daily Deals. Well, my email included urging from Amazon to buy a new Kong Wubba and the Daily Deal featured a book titled, How Dogs Love Us.

And, there, on my windowsill, sits a photobook with Shane’s picture on the front. Oh, yeah, it’s just going to be a grand day. I did read an Alice Roosevelt Longworth quote that seems to fit my mood: When I think of Frank and Eleanor in the White House I could grind my teeth to powder and blow them out my nose.

Back in Indiana

It is warming up – I hope I haven’t jinxed us – and yesterday I drove back, repeated adjusting the temperature setting in the car and even, at times, cracking the window open. Unfortunately, it was not that way while I was in Fairborn and I spent the entire weekend looking out at the cold sunlight on the balcony. (And watching BBC films, as already been reported by an unauthorized source.)

I am not particularly in a mood to do anything today because I spent the night dreaming that I was storming around, ranting about clutter and toting heavy things down the stairs and out to a burn pile. And then, once the flames were going, I had to deal with some nincompoop who listed all possible concerns about burning things outside. No matter that we were way out back in a field in Lagrange County. I awoke feeling tired and irritated that all the work done had not been done at all.

Actually, I think I may be going through some sort of personal crisis. Yesterday, when I stopped for gas, randomly choosing an exit on I-75, I found myself right across a narrow lane from a large GoodWill store, and I did not go in. What is AmeliaJake coming to?

A Hijacked BLOG Post

The PBJ Cafe is home to a number of inhabitants euphemistically called UDOs, short for Ugly Doll Objects. We are often the butt of cruel jokes and unkind comments by the proprietor. For example while watching a Scottish film, I remarked that I would like to be a Laird and she remarked that that was only reasonable because I was already Lard. She thought it was funny. This is a little payback.
ubo author

This post will describe the slothful and slovenly way she spent her weekend. She sat upon the couch eating a DiBella’s Chicken Sub followed by Cousin Vinny’s pizzas while she immersed herself in the extensive library of BBC films offered by Netflix. At the end, she locked onto the Monarch of the Glen (all six seasons worth) although she only made it most of the way through the first year. Yes, this was the Scottish program the prompted the unkind remark.

As to the composition of the UDO emigres that haunt the PBJ, there are icebats (both blue and red), Guido (the black ninja bat) and about ten more.
two icebats
line of udos

Actually, she usually is quite nice when she is not trying to sharpen her wit by slicing poor defenseless little UDOs. Other than the occasional nasty remarks, it was enjoyable weekend.

So, what’s for today

Can’t be anything fancy – I’ve got my jeans with the tattered cuffs on, not to mention my so very often worn red knit shirt. I suppose I’ll change the vacuum bag. Yes, it’s that type of mood that has embraced me – sort of akin to laziness. I believe it may be a chronic case.

I’m planning to go to Fairborn tomorrow; haven’t cleaned out the car yet. I mean it was frozen shut Monday night and I guess I’ll just keep the winter provisions – as scattered and cluttered as they have become – in the backseat and trunk.

Oh, wait, I’ll put on my parrot necklace and that may work some magic.

parrot

My, it seems that I need more than magic – time for facial muscle exercises. You don’t want to see pictures of those.

Baby, it was cold outside

It is a short trip back from the nursing home, but last night I came out to find my car frozen shut. After repeated gentle, but frigid, attempts, the back passenger door opened, so I climbed in and over the console. The windshield had giant blobs of ice on it and I lied to myself about there being a scrapper (Mar. 25: ACK, I meant scraper) on the passenger side floor.

I just sat behind the wheel and shuddered while the car warmed up and the defroster convinced the windshield to shed the ice. Had I looked in my rearview mirror at  myself, I would have seen the word PMIW.

Special weather statement

The high today is a predicted 31 degrees. Snow is predicted. The headline on the weather page referred to two major snowmakers on the way. The major thrust of the alert: SLICK ROADS. And there, in the illustration, we were right in the middle of the path. Of course, it is only March and snow is frequent in March in Northern Indiana, but we have been so cold and so constantly snow-pelted that I am ready for a break.

Of course, last year I was up to my thighs in the driveway with snow and this year has not been so bad, especially since I was in Fairborn when one storm bore down on the house here. It wasn’t me out there with shovels fighting to connect the driveway to the road. I was ensconced in an apartment wondering when I would be able to get back. To be honest, that was so much better than the thigh deep snow and the frigid windchill.

Der Bingle and I sat and watched Netflix and read and I phoned back instructions involving lamp oil and firewood and salt. Oh, and we might have ventured out for a lunch a City Barbeque with the wooden beaver at the door and the Cheerwine in the cooler.

Oh, well. At least the soda in the vestibule will be cold, but won’t freeze and explode. Pretty soon I will feel safe in standing on a ladder, washing cola fizz off the beadboard ceiling without fear of a recurrence.

Today, despite the snow and grey skies and overall winterness of it all, is Kathryn Feller’s 98th birthday. So I am going to not only shower and put on clean clothes, I am going to try to find something a bit more spiffy to wear than my lucky jeans with the pocket torn in back. Unfortunately, I did not think of this earlier and am going to have to scrounge around. This could be a bit of a challenge. Actually, more than a bit. Heck, I’m starting to panic. Rose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An Update on LZP (and Thelma & Louise)

A few days ago, I posted a picture of LZP from 1975. I remarked when I asked permission to do so, that he made me think of a Brad Pitt type in the back of Thelma & Louise’s car. Well, the post title was misleading; I really don’t know how T & L landed, but I got a message from Der Bingle to check my email.

This is what he sent:

An acquaintance of Lon’s from college days found a picture of him on line and asked if she could use it in an art show. She is a graphic artist out in San Ysdro. His only condition was that he got a copy. She asked what medium he wanted it on — he said black velvet.  Fed Ex delivered this to North Liberty this morning.

And here is the artwork:

LZP on black velvet