One of the first things I am going to post is a picture of my plush Peeps bunny that LZP sent me. But not just this moment – because I contracted the cold everyone else has had. Stuffed nose, runny nose, combination of both, the coughing up stuff. Okay, enough of the symptoms.

Cough, Cough . . . Oh, sorry.

I can’t take a picture of the bunny because that would not do it justice; I have to film it. When you squeeze it, it makes clicking sounds . . . and squeezing it become addictive. He is small enough to carry in my pocket. But, oh, I just looked closely and there is no opening for battery replacement. Well, we’ll deal with that surgery when the time comes.

It seems I have a little MacBook problem; I am worried. I will be back when I get this settled.

I don’t know but I took three doses of medicine and I feel so much better. Maybe it is the placebo effect, but, hey it was a pretty good day today. Oh, I forgot; you don’t know. The doctor’s office called and I am positive for C-Diff, a bacteria that can turn your intestinal tract into a battle zone. My daughter-in-law thinks she brought it home from her job as a nurse; I don’t know. Things happen. I hope what is happening now is that I gradually wore down from the infection until I did not realize how tired I was and now the toxin level is reduced and I am feeling perky.

Sort of like what happened when I became anemic from fibroid tumors.

Well, anyway, like I said, it was a pretty good day . . . and I’ll take it and be happy about it.

Snow. Sigh.

I had errands to do today and then a Scrabble game and after yesterday’s warmth, the cold damp bought a psychological downturn. I retreated to a mini-hibernation and napped. Then I turned on the TV and watched a program about civilization – people and earth going down the drain. It was a series of scenarios based on a woman’s lifespan in the 21st century . . . Oh, I’ll turn this off just as soon as I see a dry Lake Mead. But there was always another preview. Finally, I changed the channel at about a quarter to eleven.

Then I walked into the kitchen and came back and went to turn on a light and blew the circuit breaker for all the lights in the kitchen and dining room. There was yelling and a trip to the garage and the breaker box; Sydney followed me and we had a heck of a time convincing him to return.

Finally, finally, I decided to check the news and my email and found the two comments to the post below.

And I smiled because I felt a companionship and it felt good. And then I grinned . . . and I’m doing it again.

We have been in the season of the solid sound of a heavy door closing against the wind and cold and snow. The sound of the sighs of appreciation of warmth. But  today might be 60 degrees and I am starting to think about the thump of the screen door hitting the frame. Other patterns will change – when something happens outside, noses will no longer press against windows; no, people will wander outside, drink in hand, and openly gawk.

We will smell the summer morning freshness and I think I like those early times best – the whole long day ahead of you, just waiting.

I must remind myself it is two months until Memorial Day still; and I must remind myself it is only two months ’til Memorial Day. Geraniums and spikes and ivy or asparagus ferns in urns; quiet times at gravesides. Trips to White Pigeon and Sturgis and Kingman.

You know, I think I’ll talk to the Kingman girls about putting something on our great-grandparent’s grave, way over in the old section. Our great-grandparents, our grandparents, my dad, their mother. Kind of makes you think about that patch of Indiana soil and yourself standing there.

Then we’ll need to go to some cafe for lunch and hear the screen door close behind us.

I have played FreeRice off and on for awhile; it’s the vocabulary quiz that sends 10 grains of rice to feed people for getting correct answers to vocabulary questions. And now they have other subjects as well. I also saw that you could start a group of rice players and so I set up The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse Group and thought I’d post it on the sidebar.

Well, it doesn’t seem to work that way. You can post a banner thing for FreeRice but that crowded my sidebar and only linked to the main FreeRice page, which can be easily reached by typing www.freerice.com. FreeRice links to Facebook and Twitter, but I just wanted a little place on the sidebar where you could stop by and hit the jukebox a couple of times for the fun of it.

I guess if you go here, you can see the group, but I’ll have to test it out. WELL, THAT DIDN’T WORK. It took you to the management page. Rats.

Okay, if you go here, you will see this:

It says you have to log in or sign up, so never mind.  Can’t say we didn’t try.

I have mentioned The Tender Bar before. Yesterday I looked at the forward and thought some about it and then today I read that part again.

I like the way this man expresses ideas and I like the way he sees things. I need this in what I read and I need to read such things as this. Like I used to. I need to have hands reaching down to me and saying, “Be a little better.” I want to be nudged every day to see that higher ground. I don’t know if I am returning to myself or just moving on; I would hope that I am returning to myself to select  some of the best parts of me and moving forward with them.

Der Bingle’s nephew (LZP’s son) is getting married next year and I thought I’d share the heads up notice that came in the mail. I wonder if the couple has any idea that LZP might arrange gnomes for ushers and insist the bride carry a bouquet of dandelions?

Seriously, I present The Couple:

The colonoscopy is over and I am home, thinking of watching a movie. They say my doctor gives optimal sedation and it was not unpleasant at all. Plus they had warm blankets.