Well, yes, it is sunny this morning; the forecast refers to the intrusion of clouds this afternoon, but right now I am going to just soak in the uplifting sunlight and let the afternoon take care of itself.

The sickie is still sick and so I have elected to be very quiet and not rattle around cleaning up the apartment – I do so love my ability to rationalize. I did light a candle to freshen the air; it was a tough job, but I got it done.

I haven’t checked the news yet, so I am taking it for granted that everything is about the same. I’ll go look now, because I don’t want to miss anything exciting – such as mutant snakes heading toward Ohio.

I went to the doctor Friday morning for just some routine things and then drove on to Fairborn, where I found a sick Der Bingle in a coughing marathon. So, we have been watching films and BBC shows and Swedish Wallendar episodes with subtitles. Not just because of the language in the third category, but to follow the plot despite the coughing.

I was going to post the following a couple of days ago, but I got called away and so it here now. I found it among my mother’s things. The newspaper article was folded inside the book.

Oh, by the way, it’s raining today, which I guess works out since I am sitting here with my sickie.

Some things you just never think about, but, then again, where did they sit before electricity, the telegraph, and the telephone? I guess there were more trees, and then you have to remember the days of clothes lines.

I just can’t get started today; I did get up, but that’s about it. Washed a few dishes, tossed a load in the laundry and, uh, well, I can’t think of anything else. It is Trash Stomping Day, but the prestige of that task has worn off.

The sky was blue when I opened my eyes this morning and grey about 15 minutes later. It’s been overcast almost constantly with a wink of sun once or twice. And windy. We had a few snowflakes and the temp when I checked was officially 34 degrees. I had spent time yesterday gathering up winter clothing to go in a box, so I guess that’s my fault. Of course, the grass has started growing, never mind the snowflakes and cold air. I guess I’ll have to put anti-freeze in the lawn mower motors.

And on that thought, I’m going to put this computer down and pout.

HEY, LZP, THIS IS FOR YOU . . . and that little Peep eater Ronbo.

We got back this afternoon from attending The Rocky Horror Show, directed by my cousin at the junior college where she is a professor of speech. It was her idea to introduce stage productions into the college’s schedule. I have planned to go now and then, and something would come up. Boy, what I have been missing.

It was great. Really good. We had a marvelous time. Uh, are you getting my drift. I thought I didn’t care for shows on the stage – guess I’ll have to revise that opinion. Glenda Woodrow Boling – I am so proud of you. And you can bet your Uncle Bob would have been also – he might have skipped this production because of his generation, but I think he would have said, “I’ll bet that was the best production of a show using words ‘Ladies shouldn’t say’ that has been presented by any non-Broadway group.

We saw and dined with Sue and Marshall and sat with Glenda’s daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law. It was a right good time, to use an old-fashioned adjective often voiced by our English descended grandmother.

I came to this page the last few days, stared at the blank New Post and decided I just didn’t have anything to write. So I went off surfing on the Internet. I came here today and it is pretty much the same, but I figured it was getting ridiculous and I should say something in behalf of the interesting people who do frequent the cafe.

So, oh dear, they have left me out of the loop – dull, they call me – and I am back at square one with nothing clever to write. Oh, heck, let’s just throw that too the wind and blather on.

I’m heading down to Danville Area Community College where my cousin is putting on a play. She does this at least twice a year and manages to bring diverse community college students together to produce something that has grown in reputation throughout the years. It is a tremendous amount of work for her, but it is her . . . and I am so proud to be her cousin.

I think I am taking a passenger, unless she chickens out. I suppose I should prepare her for her first revelation: Glenda has a very neat house; this is a concept that is unfamiliar to her because her grandma is a slob.

Her view out the passenger side windshield will be blurry because Shane’s nose prints are still on it. I cannot bear to wipe them off, which probably indicates that her grandmother is crazy and a slob.

We are going to take our time meandering down; there was a midnight production last night and God only knows when Glenda got home and in bed. Oh, the show is The Rocky Horror Show. Tonight the show is at 7 pm. I got to thinking about the time zone, but I think my cousins have already done the translation into Eastern Time for me.

Now it is time to do the getting out of bed time thing with the passenger. Sigh.

I have a dental appointment at noon for a cleaning. I am not a person who looks forward to going to the dentist, even though it is so much better than it was when I had four wisdom teeth, an extra molar and four regular teeth extracted because my gums weren’t large enough to accommodate all of my teeth. Yes, I know my actual mouth is big – go figure.

So, it’s a routine visit and I hope I am not jinxing myself into a reaction from the hygienist that is along these lines: Oh, I’d better get the dentist to take a look at this, followed by: Oh, AJ, it looks as if we have a problem here.

When I have to go to the dentist, I spend the entire morning whining and sulking. I was blessed with fairly durable teeth and parents who were very vigilant, but I take advantage of the results generated by those two things and sort of get real lazy about tooth care. Especially flossing. Probably, I should eat popcorn every day to make flossing necessary. I mean, you can sit there and try to make suction to get a hull off a tooth or out from between teeth, but, ultimately, you have to floss.

There is so much work to do here and at the Lagrange house and I just want to party and be festive. I am having trouble working out a compromise. Aliens, if you want to abduct me, this would be a good time for me.

Heck, I don’t know exactly where I was standing. My little walking feet just wanted to take a rest.

Or maybe not.

She* lives here; she wants extra money; she can get down and get dirty. She was amazed at how we both worked for two hours and such a little dent was made in the chaos. Gasp. And then her brother came down and sat in a clean spot and she got very threatening. I may be onto something here. (In case of any homicide in the house, this post will self-destruct.)

*She – formerly known as Little Her in reference to people who can be bossy, annoying, whatever. For awhile there were multiple “Her’s” here and one “Little Her.” Now she is a former little her and has graduated to full Her status.

She noticed that a snapshot of herself had fallen facedown on the floor and I remarked, “I guess it’s like water seeking its own level.” Nastiness comes so easily to me – I believe I am a Champion Her.