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Just Me - AmeliaJake

It’s starting . . .

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I’m starting to fret about this colonoscopy thing. I’ll tell you the truth here – the procedure isn’t something to which I am looking forward, but it’s not the real worry. And I don’t think the real worry is the results of this, particular test. (Did you hear my knock on wood? Maple – an end table.)

In the back of my mind is the fact that I’ve never had one of those phone calls where the doctor would like to see you – Is this afternoon or tomorrow okay? How in heaven would I handle getting challenging news? Not well, I think. I can tell you one thing, I would immediately think, “Oh, no. I had so much planned.” Well, that would be an outright lie. I am not a driven person.

Actually, I am tempted to cancel this appointment and force myself to get out there and live my life with the famed GUSTO for one full year. It would be a new experience. Usually, if someone tells me the road is clear, I respond that’s good, but I guess I’ll put off my trip and just putter around. I’m the type that wants the gusto option, though.

I could delete this post. And I sat here thinking about it. I could delete this post and just tell myself to buck up.

Oh, I was thinking about it again and minutes you cannot read passed. Aha, I initially typed “cannot” with a third “n” and immediately started thinking about telling everyone I had invented a new spelling to indicate can and not are spelled as one word. You know: can ‘n not – together. So I think I’ll go ahead and push publish because I guess if I didn’t, I would have to invent a reason to tell about the cannnot thing.

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Turning over a new leaf

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I was just thinking this morning about doing some things differently – the turning over a new leaf thing. And it popped into my head that perhaps that is one of those expressions that has prompted images to pop into heads and maybe theories about vocabulary. Actually, the first thing that popped into my head was not that thought; it was the image of a little person running out in the yard and turning over each new leaf that falls in the – uh – fall. Thousands of new them. Each one a leaf. It would get boring and turn into a long job which would only end with the ritual of turning over a new snowflake. Of course, I’m wrong: You don’t turn over a snowflake; you verify that it is not like any other snowflake you have seen.

Okay, just forget the part about snowflakes. I’m going to. I’m getting back to the leaf thing. You’re turning over each and every leaf and all of a sudden Newton’s Apple smacks you on the head and you think, “I’m going to leave.”

And that’s why the plural of leaf is leaves.

But if the leaf of which we speak in this turning process is a page in a book and the part to which a page is attached is the spine, why don’t we call it a rib? That would make a book a rack of ribs which could be a reason for bringing reading material to the table.

It could be an odd day today.

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Nellie Grismore from 1974

I keep things in special boxes, most of which are made out of wood. Some came from Thailand when my husband was in service there; others are from GoodWill where people have turned in kid’s projects or crafts of which they have tired.

In one box, I have for years seen this flowered note as I have pawed around for a necklace or a ring or something special. I slowly began to think it was something other than it is. I looked at it today; it was from grandmother . . . and the Lana Jane she mentions is that cousin of mine who is nine months younger than I. Come April, though, we will both be the same age – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Oops, forgot myself for a moment there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back of card

 

 

 

 

 

 

And what she wrote.

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Part two of 3.1, Cutline image posting

Using visual:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shane face posted as medium and then enlarged by pulling on corner of image. If, things go as expected, there will be a large empty space. Switching over to code will show a series of  &nbsp – –  in some instances, up to 14 of the little guys, one to a line.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s a screen shot of the code when I switched from the visual stretch to the code description

Shane face medium.

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Comcast . . . Do you mean what you say?

Here is a picture of the form to see if you are in an area where service is available.

 

 

 

I filled it out with the address at which we want to install internet access.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here is what I saw when I clicked on CHECK AVAILABILITY.

I have blocked out the address, but it tells me that, yes, it is available where I want it.

We called and got a confirmation number and then when it came to arranging for installation, we were told “maybe not” because, well, that’s just Comcast’s way.

Now, come on, Comcast, say it ain’t so. Say what you said under ADD TO CART is so.