Hey, Quentin. Want to play?

Okay, I’ll settle for this bozo.

Is anything over there interesting?

How about over this way?

Maybe Der Bingle will entertain me if I stare hard enough.

Decisions, always decisions.

Rose, with Bing beside her keeping watch and Sophie sitting nearby, ready to counsel if needed:

Report from the Ohio Redoubt.

Rose, wrapped in the Healing Blanket with her head resting on the Pacific Dorfman free-spirit hat.

Rose is riding back to the Ohio Redoubt with Der Bingle for some “balcony time”; I hear they are going to stop at Starbucks. Rose just gave so much of herself for others and pushed herself so hard even after she grew very weary that the winds of worry bent her clear over – but they did not break her. She thanks everyone for the good wishes and says she’ll be back soon.

Actually, Pernilla came down with her attitude adjustment incentives for me, AmeliaJake. Yes, she means well, but sometimes her Viking ways are a little rough, especially when she leads with her helmet.

Not too long ago, I said I was going to start titling posts in a manner that would allow me to find them with less guesswork in the archives. That didn’t last long; so I guess this could be any given sunny Saturday morning – whether I ramble a few sentences or make a momentous announcement.

By the way, this is not the latter, and given what I have written already, I guess it is a rambler.

Our Rambling Rose, now that I have stumbled my thoughts in her direction is doing better; she spent a couple of days snuggled in a Healing Blanket cocoon and last night Der Bingle counseled her. Pernilla, whose picture I have not shown here yet, accompanied Der Bingle for the purpose of “whipping me into shape” and did pack her whip.

Pernilla is an organizer – a strict one. She is Swedish, but has incorporated her own version of “keeping a stiff upper lip” into her guidelines for the behavior of  those in the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and the Ohio Redoubt of the West Facing Cave. However, she is not opposed to the swollen upper lip method to persuade one to toe the mark.

Oh, look, Der Bingle had a picture of the Big P on his phone:

I guess I’ll wait to see how this goes over before I add any more comments about Pernilla, assuming my fingers can still work the keyboard.

UPDATE: Ah, Der Bingle felt we should show Pernilla full-figure so he sent me another picture – one with her sitting in Two Moo’s arms. Actually, when I opened the email, her picture was 90 degrees off . . . sort of looked as if she were “laid out”. (That observation might be an oops on my part.)

LAID OUT – VIEW WITH CAUTION

I Googled The Big Heart Times, which covers Osage County, Oklahoma, and got this message from Google:

Warning – visiting this web site may harm your computer!

I clicked on a link to get more information and was presented with this explanation:

Safe Browsing

Diagnostic page for barnsdalltimes.com

What is the current listing status for barnsdalltimes.com?

Site is listed as suspicious – visiting this web site may harm your computer.

Part of this site was listed for suspicious activity 1 time(s) over the past 90 days. *

What happened when Google visited this site?

Of the 77 pages we tested on the site over the past 90 days, 2 page(s) resulted in malicious software being downloaded and installed without user consent. The last time Google visited this site was on 2012-06-06, and the last time suspicious content was found on this site was on 2012-06-06.

This site was hosted on 1 network(s) including AS26496 (PAH).

Has this site acted as an intermediary resulting in further distribution of malware?

Over the past 90 days, barnsdalltimes.com did not appear to function as an intermediary for the infection of any sites.

Has this site hosted malware?

No, this site has not hosted malicious software over the past 90 days.

How did this happen?

In some cases, third parties can add malicious code to legitimate sites, which would cause us to show the warning message.*
*(Emphasis mine)
Next steps:

Return to the previous page.
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As I understand it, The Big Heart News was purchased by Louise Red Corn a few years ago; she was formally a writer for Tulsa World, and still contributes to that paper.

I visit someone who is 95 and is very hard of hearing. We have discovered that if she removes her hearing aids and puts the type of earphones that have little, soft, round rubber balls that snuggle in her ear, she can once again enjoy music.

And I’m happy about that. Yesterday was Glenn Miller. I’m lining up Benny Goodman. We’ll probably stay away from heavy metal . . .

I’ve been bombarding Rose with so many needs for counseling and comforting that she has just been run ragged (Oh, sorry) with trying to help me. Last night, she broke down during a call to Der Bingle, sobbing out, “Nothing’s ever going to be all right again.”

So, Rose is going to rest herself and Sophie will shoulder the workload for a while. Remember, however, Sophie is the one with the high top sneakers and her therapy is a swift kick to the head and/or butt.

We are hoping Rose feels better soon. Real better, real soon.

I wanted to distract myself; I wanted to focus my mind on something not connected to me. I downloaded a free Kindle book  –  a mystery –  and it was not bad at first for my purpose. But at the end, I found myself looking inward  because I had spent a few hours reading a story that wound up 200 miles east of the recently torn-down Berlin Wall and concerned a 50-year-old Nazi scheme to recreate the “missing link” by  mixing the genes of a human an ape.

I actually read this. Why? It is not like watching a horrible movie in which you look for zippers in the monster suit! Sometime “free” costs you.

Shane, our dear dog who came to us from Quentin in Houston, had a habit of digging holes. Occasionally, he relapses and I have filled the holes with top soil, at one point wondering if eventually we would have to climb steps to get to the backyard.  Der  Bingle was out at Rural King and saw that shrubs and trees were 20% off; he decided to plant blue run junipers in each hole. We did. I don’t know where it will end . . . or disaster will occur when Shane, an Australian Shepherd, decides he must herd them – blue-green sheep, don’tcha know – and winds up pulling the stubborn little guys into a definite grouping.

That is the type of situation in which you open the door, assess what you see, close the door and turn away. Ah, you see, I have steered you away from dwelling on the fact that two people put shrubs in holes randomly dug by a dog.

I carry gas in the trunk when I go to LaGrange to mow; well, a couple of days ago,  a wee bit spilled.  This is bad because Der Bingle is always remarking about how my car smells like gasoline. Except it hasn’t since last summer, but now the dratted cycle resumes. The really unfortunate consequence is that I had a full pack of Diet Coke in my trunk, and, yes, maybe some gas got on the cardboard container and wicked its way to the cans.

I discovered this circumstance this morning when I went out to get the virgin pack, put it in the back vestibule and then raised a can to my face.  Do I want to wash the 23 remaining cans or put a sign up that advises consumers to wash their own cans?

Sigh. I believe I am going to have to do the wash option. I get myself in the most unusual predicaments; it has got to be a curse.

I can’t put this off . . . so see you later.