Last spring it seemed March would never end and now it is already almost half a year later and I realized the Apple Festival is coming round again. I’ve been to a lot of them; I especially remember the year it spit snow and I had on leather soled shoes and my feet were freezing when I ate my apple burger.

I also remember the year the temperature was almost 90 and the apple fritter cookers could only do 10 minute shifts over the vats.

They used to have trolleys that ran from the Main Street area to the Fairgrounds, but they had to go to enclosed buses because some jerks decided to yell out obscenities from the open air trolleys. Yeah, that was cool.

We – meaning a changing number of people from the PBC & R – usually walk over and make our decisions on the spot as to eat something depending on the temperature and the crowds. The Swine Barn, is home to scores of crafters and in the center, with bales of hay for seating, is the performance area. I see Wes Leninkugal is coming again and so I will probably make a point of being there at that time. A couple of years ago I bought his CD that included various stringed instruments. Unfortunately, later I stepped on it.

The Wellspring Fiddlers were a family and I don’t think they come any more – which is too bad. I took pictures of one of the years past, however, showing the group and Mother, Summer and Alison,

That’s great uncle as in the son of his nephew. The nephew is Eric and this is his new son, Jackson Rodney. I, of course, am a great-aunt only because I married someone older than myself.

And here is a picture of the little guy with his grandmother.

Oh, and the middle name of Rodney? Well, that’s because the baby is named after his grandfather, Rodney, who is Der Bingle’s brother. Yes, he has more brothers than just the infamous LZP; in, fact, there were six boys in all – Der Bingle is the oldest and Rodney is #5. LZP’s number is classified by order of the Gnome Alliance.

Yesterday we took Robert down to the ortho doctor because the ankle he demolished in 2006 is acting up again; he is wearing his orthopedic boot now and when he sits down, it sticks out if front of him. I knew this and yet I walked past the loveseat on the porch the way I normally do and tripped over it.

I went down hard and squarely on my kneecap and it hurt and then it didn’t hurt much anymore. It looked okay and continued to do so until about three this afternoon when I looked down at my knee and thought, “Is that a ridge growing out of it?” I called to Alison who came out and said it was growing and that you almost expected it to start talking to you. So, since it was Friday afternoon . . . well, I went to the ER, in a peg-legged sort of way.

I had x-rays and found out nothing was cracked, broken or dislocated. It is severely contused they say and I have a prescription for pain medicine because I believe they think in the middle of the night, it may feel different than it does now. So here I sit with my leg in a compression bandage and instructions to stay off of it as much as I can for a while.

I suppose I should have fish for supper . . . because I’ve got a fine kettle of them.

I saw there was a comment on the last post; it was from Pottermom. It contained this computer talk: http://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2013/09/slowing_the_biden_juggernaut.html. This is it in a quick LINK. If you go there, you will see this picture:

I may be talking about craziness, but this, this is madness.

So, I think I was a little loose in my description of my state of craziness, or, perhaps, what could be called my craziness aspirations. (See Previous Post) Pottermom mentioned the jump the shark reference going back to Happy Days and, so, I went and looked it up too. I guess when you jump the shark, you do something so gimmicky that you start to decline in your essence. Well, something along those lines . . . whatever.

What I really meant was that I felt my craziness was reaching a really high level, breaking boundaries. I meant, I think, it was going sublime.

sub·lime (s-blm)
adj.
1. Characterized by nobility; majestic.
2.
a. Of high spiritual, moral, or intellectual worth.
b. Not to be excelled; supreme.
3. Inspiring awe; impressive.
4. Archaic Raised aloft; set high.
5. Obsolete Of lofty appearance or bearing; haughty: “not terrible,/That I should fear . . . /But solemn and sublime” (John Milton).
n.
1. Something sublime.
2. An ultimate example.
v. sub·limed, sub·lim·ing, sub·limes
v.tr.
1. To render sublime.
2. Chemistry To cause to sublimate.
v.intr. Chemistry
To sublimate.
[French, from Old French, sublimated, from Latin sublmis, uplifted.]

I was thinking I was forging new pathways of crazy. It is possible that I just jumped for that high, unreachable star and didn’t make it and fell into the shark’s mouth. Yes, that makes sense.

I have decided to jump the shark of craziness. I do not know what this means exactly, but I guess we will find out. oh, here’s a hint: I am wearing my Esther Yoder Hair and my Emu boots with shorts.

I don’t review books as a rule, which is probably good, since my reading includes snatches of Tabloids while I am standing in the check-out line at the grocery. I’m not going to do it now. But . . . I am going to start re-reading this book to see if I was* careless in following who was saying what. I know that’s an irritating remark to read if you are like me and want to exclaim, “Well, what?” This is one time, however, when it would not be fair to say anything more . . . for at least a couple of days.

* My granddaughter and I had a discussion about the subjunctive case and I know usually, you use “were” with if. However, this is not referring to something hypothetical, but something that I actually did. I’m thinking of an example of looking at an old map and seeing where the barn definitely was located and then looking around and remarking, “Well, if the barn was here, then the house had to be there.” In the case above, I am thinking I would definitely have been careless, otherwise I would not be going back to check. So probably I should not have wondered about being careless in the first place, since apparently I have decided I was from some reflection after the get-go of that sentence in question. I could just go back and rewrite it . . . (Aside from Rose: AmeliaJake, stop now.)

Lordy, this is how I spend my time?

Okay, I carelessly misspelled frivolous in the last post title, but no dotted red-line showed up. And why was that? Huh? Quite often there will be an update and they tell you until you cave and go, “All right, all right, all right, I’ll do it now.”

Then there is the matter of new themes to make your writing visually better and adaptable to all media forms . . . Quite frankly, what I need to do is get some content, discipline my mind a little, focus. Nah, I probably don’t want to do that. I am still getting used to the fact that I can sit on my porch and without being wired to anything, type words that are sent out to be read.

Actually, that’s scary. It is another pitfall for people who tend to fume and stew about stuff and maybe mouth off a little. Think about it, you don’t even have to get a piece of paper, pencil, string and a brick to hurl something through a window. Just type it and SMASH.

Like this:

Joe Biden is a Jerk.

Putting the weekend of Sulfa vomiting and “things swimming before my eyes” behind me, I have, as of 20 minutes ago, begun a five day course of Cipro. They write the side effects in tiny print; I read them and am actually paying attention to all the precautions cited. Things like, oh, taking it with food and lots of fluids and stay away from calcium supplements . . .
Five days; I can do this.

The ironic thing is when I had C. Dif. and had to take a medicine that most people have to suffer through, I felt great. Hopping across the kitchen great. Not that I want to do it again. On the other hand, when I had to take a sliding scale of Tums after my parathyroid surgery, I found out they were delicious and really didn’t want to cut down. So, it just goes to show you, it’s either this way or that . . .

I also have a stuffy nose, as does Summmer, but I do NOT have one of the “really worse cases of post-traumatic arthritis” that Robert was diagnosed with yesterday. He first broke that ankle when Summer was in grade school!

And, speaking of Summer and school, she asked me to proofread an essay she had written about the importance of leadership. She writes better than I do, BUT she wrote that it is necessary to be able to assess the qualities of leadership in order for the people to elect a good president. Of course, I had to say she needed to add an an aside: BUT THEY DID A SUCKY JOB OF IT!

Which reminds me: Pottermom told me Joe Biden is making Presidential hints in Iowa. I think the slogan writing should start now.

DON’T ABIDE WITH BIDEN!!!!

Joe Biden. Why, why, do I even come so close to him as type his name? BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND HIM. No doubt if he ever read this, he would delegate someone to say, “AmeliaJake, the VP wants you to know he is much, much smarter you!!” That is what he told a questioner in one press conference.

Here’s a little reference to that incident:

Oh, yeah, don’t forget the fact that he graduated 76th out of 85 in his law school class, but claimed to be in the top half. When asked about it at one function, this interaction was reported:

The tape, which was made available by C-SPAN in response to a reporter’s request, showed a testy exchange in response to a question about his law school record from a man identified only as ”Frank.” Mr. Biden looked at his questioner and said: ”I think I have a much higher I.Q. than you do.’ (From this source)

Then, of course, here is the summary out of the horse’s (possibly we could substitute another animal) mouth.

Now he knows more about the Senate that anyone who ever served there . . . according to him.

“I’m going to say something outrageous,” Biden said. “I think I understand the Senate better than any man or woman who’s ever served in there, and I think I understand the House . . .

We’re fair here so we wanted to post a definition of outrageous and here it is:

OUTRAGEOUS:

outrageous |out?r?j?s|
adjective
1 shockingly bad or excessive: an outrageous act of bribery.
• wildly exaggerated or improbable: the outrageous claims made by the previous administration.
2 very bold, unusual, and startling: her outrageous leotards and sexy routines.
Now which definition do you think Biden was referencing?  You’re right  – #2. And in the lingo of little kids’ potty-training lexicon, it fits.

Gee, what if he uses the  Neil Kinnock quote rephrasing method again?

Henry, (JB) was furious when he found out what Becket (AmeliaJake) had done (written). He is said to have shouted out “will no-one rid me of this troublesome priest (B____) ?” Four knights heard what Henry had shouted and took it to mean that the king wanted Becket dead.

Oh, yea, what if he sics the bureaucracy on me?