I am stumped. I have been searching all over the internet for the lemon lime jello salad recipe Mother used.

I believe it was one small package each of lemon and lime jello dissolved in hot water. Then I think you mixed pineapple, sugar cream cheese and pecans in a sauce pan over low heat and mixed it into the jello. The tricky part was putting it in the refrigerator and letting it reach the point of almost setting. This was annoying. Open the icebox, exam the jello – oh, maybe a hundred times. Then, if you were really lucky – in my case, but Mother had a knack for it – you mixed in cool whip so it would be suspended throughout the mixture as it did the final set up.

All the recipes I have found do not include the saucepan work or the waiting for the almost point of no return for adding the cool whip.

If I can’t find it, Sophie is going to try and wing it . . . and Sophie is nice, but she is not an angel, so we don’t know about the winging it.

That thought made the vision of a Christmas kitchen filled with little Raggedy Ann’s (known as Poo’s) We could get in trouble with Alien Poo’s recipe . . . not sick, but maybe invisible.

Hmmm, have I published a picture of Alien Poo? I’ll have to check and if I have not, I’ll remedy the situation. Oh, wait, there is a picture of her HERE in the last picture next to California Lemon Head. Some other potential Poo cooks are also shown. UPDATE: Ack! Alien Poo seems to be in a lot of places. Here’s another: Right here

It is pitch black outside. I am here with the only light in the room being the laptop display, my Thomas Bickle light and, of course, this little light of mine. Good gracious, it is not looking the slightest bit lighter . . . no hint of daylight. Is the the morning the sun didn’t come up? Am I finally in a reality Doomsday show? To tell you the truth, it is a bit nerve-racking.

Well, heck, sunrise this morning is 8:11. How did that happen without me noticing? Oh, wait, we are on Eastern Daylight Time even though it is almost November.

9:23 am

Okay, I’ve taken myself in hand and made it to the kind of morning that actually has light in it. And that made it possible to take a picture of what Der Bingle brought me from the airport.

It’s always nice to have people think of you . . .

After the adventure with the scooter, I was basking in my glory and thinking about that wonderful victory when I turned the water on for a shower and the water was COLD. It was beyond cold; it was freezing. I determined that temperature rating after standing in the cold water and it did not start to feel like a lake or the ocean or anything you could adapt to.

For some reason, I have never had to re-light the pilot light under  a water heater. But yesterday I was faced with the task . . . because I am the resident patsy here. So I watched YouTube and I, the wonderful AmeliaJake, learned all about the access panel and how to do the little “you have to put this piece back starting with it upside down” maneuver. I lit the pilot light. I did it. And, I did it with only one viewing of the instructional video. I got the access panel back on also.

I went back upstairs where Spikey was broadcasting on her Mercury Radio News station that reports were coming in about alien water heaters landing in New Jersey. Because she had the On Air sign posted, I held up a poster that read:  SPIKEY, YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN HOT WATER and she said, “This just in from a trusted source . . . Never mind. Now back to our regular musical program.”

She then took off her foil hat and put it in the drawer for the next time it is needed . . . and as Spikey says, there will be a next time. You may want to send for her instructional booklet, titled Protecting Your Brain Through the Wonders of  Foil. Several different folding patterns are included. Spikey favors the one that resembles Sherlock Holmes’ hat, but it is just a matter of fashion taste.

HERE IS THE VIKING MODEL:

I have always taken it for granted that a house would be dark at night, but many times in the past years since younger generations have been living with me, lights have often been left on. I don’t like to wake up to a house and find lights brightly burning, but that has often been the case. Lately, though, there has been a trend toward the house being darkened at night  . . .  and it feels so peaceful. Of course, I am not sitting here in the dark; I am sitting in a puddle of light because in the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse we like the shank of the evening to have a glow on.

UPDATE: Uh, this isn’t a true update; I started out to talk about Summer and I having a competitive weight loss campaign but somehow it slipped to the back of my mind. So here it is: Summer and I are writing our weights down every morning for a month. She is waiting on me so I won’t expend any more calories than I absolutely have to. This could get interesting.