I am not referring to the cold, white stuff – even though we have had yo-yo weather which sported a high of 43 degrees just a few days ago. It is chilly and rainy today as well. Tomorrow it could be in the 80’s. Who knows?

There is a less abstract question that I would like to figure out. I planted two snowball plants on the south-facing side of the mound two years ago and they thrived and spread. Last year I went out and bought more and planted them here and there and, by gosh, I not seeing them this year, neither here or there?

They is the distinct possibility that I was – and it would have to be on an impulse – weeding and accidentally pulled their tender shoots. You see, I have what I call a wilderness area and then one with some sense of order, covered in glassy ground cover and home to perennials I keep forgetting about. One of them has a delightful bloom, but it only comes at late summer and until then, the green stalk looks as if it belongs in science fiction movie about alien cabbages that are planing to eat me.

There are still more hostas to plant and a fern, not to mention more mulch to spread around. I wish I had a master gardener for a neighbor who desperately wanted more space to do her thing – my backyard is your backyard.

They are calling it the Kindle Oasis

Oh, please. Really? The ebook reader with adjustable print and ability to hold lots of books has been great. Believe me, sometimes the expression “good enough” is correct.

It was rainy and cold on the 14th and I got my hair cut and then decided it was too chilly to plant ferns and hostas; I also decided I would wait until Colin leaves for his group home to start a major reorganization of things in the house. I was thinking piles for right now – making certain clothing for people is in specific piles as it goes through the wash. Oh, and I have to reschedule the electrician also. As it was, I fell down on the job, after I went to the store. I snacked and figured I do stuff on Sunday, which is today.

Today,though, I started thinking about Mobius strips. I know, I’m leaving off the little dots over the “o” – I don’t want to look for them on my keyboard. After I thought for awhile, I made a strip. Okay, so you can go along the surface all the way and come back where you started without going over the edge. It seems to me that this edge thing is sort of a trick. Does an edge have thickness when you are talking about lines. Assuming you have glue on your feet, you could walk along a strip, reach the end, hold on, swing your feet around and walk upside down back the other way. You’d have to have glue on your boots to follow the twist of the Mobius thingie or you would fall off. Gravity doesn’t exist with those strips? Now, technically, you aren’t walking straight on a Mobius strip, you are only staying in the middle. If you went by the compass you would walk right off it.

But, you see, I am wrong – WRONG – about this. I am living in a world I do not understand, which is starting to bother me. And I’m not even going to consider quantum stuff – I’m here, no, I’m there. What is it like for people who understand these concepts? What does the rest of the world look like to them? When they tell you in grade school that the earth is speeding along with you on it even though you feel as if you are standing still, you go “Okay.” Do these other folks feel accepting it isn’t enough – that you have to understand it?

And exactly why is a smaller object attracted to a larger, denser one? Yes, I’m asking you, Gravity, what the heck are you? I’m not going to even start to think about all the space in the atoms of my body, and the idea if everything was all lined up just right in Goldilocks fashion, I could walk through a wall.

This bothers me; here I am living and I don’t know. I can’t understand. Could it be because half my brain started eastward on a train from San Francisco in 1948 and the other half started westward from New York and they are traveling very, very slowly and haven’t met yet. Or maybe they missed each other. Maybe for one split second, the halves of my brain passed each other on a double track and were almost close enough to make sense of things – but not close enough and not for long enough.

Perhaps that moment of meeting came early on and was when I successfully tied my shoes. That would be kind of a Mobius Strip thing . . . maybe.

I’ll make one more comment, however. All this thinking about this stuff certainly puts someone getting in my face and calling me a jerk in perspective.

UPDATE ON MAY 15TH.

See, I missed the 14th; was it because of the 13th? I don’t know, but look down at what I wrote on the 13th. Yep, I typed except instead of accept. Of course, it could be argued that miss a lot of typos because I loathe proofreading. However, let us not let that fact get in the way what you can see with your own eyes: I typed the wrong word on Friday the 13th.

I did not realize it was one of those days until I looked at news headlines and saw something about Friday the 14th not needing to be bad. Great. Well, I’ll tell you, my Thursday the 12th was a bummer and I wasn’t paying attention to the date. Was all the dastardly happenings of life having a little foreplay with me?

Is this all superstition? Is this a psychological trick that leads people to do something careless because their minds are on the date and bad luck? Or is this one of those things we don’t understand – such as time bending. You know, even if I don’t understand it, I think I could except time bending in a U-turn and going back to being a whole lot younger. Why look a Timex horse in the mouth? Of course, a Rolex might be even better. Ah, see, there is is: greed.

Friday the 13thc- probably a day on which I shouldn’t think.

We have been having problems with out modem: it works, it doesn’t work. That about sums it up.

The post just below was supposed to have been published on the 10th, but apparently, it did not make it through the pathways of the Internet. So the yesterday it refers to is not the real yesterday, but then, I’m not certain the real yesterday was kosher.

However, assuming it did occur, I mowed the lawn and sweat a lot; then I came in and did not realize I was soaked and I cooled off and started to chill. I was like a horse rode hard and put away wet. So I got all dry and pulled a blankie around me and then . . . yes, then, someone thought a shirt was missing from the laundry and there was a scene. I don’t know, the horse metaphor could have come in handy then – just shoot me.

An electrician is coming Monday or Tuesday and it could be interesting. We have a short somewhere or wires crossed and I don’t think this is something with which AmeliaJake should experiment.

One thing I must remember today: GET GAS. We did manage to get the trash out. Oh, the little victories – how comforting they can be.

Yesterday was not particularly confusing; I just had to pay attention and keep alert. No sitting with a book, hearing something going on and come to awareness of real life with a “What? What? What?” Actually, it was a follow the bouncing ball day.

First off, my grandson got up early for work, then dozed off and at the last minute we got the show on the road – sans his coffee, which is not a wise thing. Then talking with a group home facilitator – hey, it was the first word that came to mind and stomping trash and gathering up more trash because someone camped out in front of the TV with a 24 pack of soda and there was no Ranger sign that said, Please put all trash in receptacle painting on a can with a swinging lid. How could I have forgotten to do that? Sigh.

It was a short day for my grandson at work and I was there to pick him up, but, at another last minute, no one else showed up, so he had to stay an extra two hours. This turned out to be not bad because he was scheduled for his lunch break and asked me to come in and join him.

I went on home then, only to discover my older son backing out of the garage with his son and a dog in tow because they had to visit the group home. I had to step up and say, “I’ll babysit the dog.” I finally convinced the little furry one to come back into the house and I was thinking maybe I could sort of pass of the job to my granddaughter. However, she’s busy and the dog’s behaving himself so we go about our business . . . until my cell phone rings and my grandson wants to know if his sister can come into work two hours early because even more people have not shown up.

I would not call her a happy camper, but she got on the bus and we headed off, the dog in the backseat. Now, I drop her off and realize it is only 30 minutes until I have to be back to get her brother. After thinking of the time it would take to get the dog back into the house and then almost immediately back into the car, I elect to wait in the parking lot. I think the dog is used to waiting and he sat in the bask seat watching people come and go.

When Cameron came out, he remarked that he had not expected to see a dog and I went with the “It’s a long story” line. Cameron announced that he thought the dog’s name should be changed to Charley. I have no idea why, but he may have a point. The dog seemed to think so.

Cameron had intended to take his brother to a movie that evening, but when the latter got home, he said he was worn out from his trip. Ok, change of plans again. Laundry, vacuuming, getting granddaughter at nine pm.

And today? Well, one to school just now, one to take to Fort Wayne to appointment and, drat, how did all that stuff get on the floor again?

You know, it’s been some time since I’ve been in a restaurant, other than a food court. I’ve always liked the atmosphere at roadhouse type places – no surprise there. Here in Kendallville, the only chain restaurant is Applebee’s, but I haven’t been there in a long time. I remember some twenty years ago when there was one in West Chester and I liked it, but as other business adopted the look, it seemed that Appplebee’s didn’t keep up – at least for the last couple of times I went there.

Of course, that’s been some time since I’ve been there, so maybe I should go and see if it was a downturn that has been rectified. It’s a cloudy day and maybe I’ll spend some time surfing the Internet looking at menus and pictures of eateries. Gee, all these folks are looking at me with eyes that say, “AmeliaJake, peanut butter isn’t good enough for you?”

Now that I’ve thought it through, I think I stick with the cafe and the Foo Bar.

I did a lot of heavy housework yesterday and barely made a dent-because, yes, I announce the truth: WE ARE SLOBS. I believe this was kept disguised until the closets got full and pushed the doors open and spewed. I believe that means I have been dealing with spew; it doesn’t sound too good put that way.

Back to the leaning. I am tired; last night I hobbled to the car on stiff little old lady legs. I remember when I could sit Indian fashion on the floor and stand right up and take off. I have a long memory. I am about ready to ask someone to tip me, tip this cow right over onto a soft surface and put her Kindle in her hand, or a remote.

Of course, maybe instead of a remote, I need a taser in hand.

I used to hear lots of songbirds even through the glass. Not so much anymore and I think I have discovered why.