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Bob

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Summer named our Christmas tree Bob, after Bob in “What About Bob?” and here is our progress so far.

Summer on the Christmas Tree Field Train, wearing her great-grandfather’s hat.

Alison and Summer – Alison is wearing my trapper Land’s End hat under her hood. It was not that cold but we let her do it because we thought it made her look really silly, and so we looked more normal.

Oops! No pictures from the actual obtaining of Bob.

Part of Bob’s ride home, but this wasn’t his view because he was in the trunk.

Grandma driving on I-69; Bob, of course, cannot see her. This is Summer’s view. Grandma is wearing Summer’s hat, by the way.

Traditional stop at Steak and Shake after getting the tree.

Bob at Steak and Shake; Bob wasn’t hungry.

Bob in Krinner stand but not yet freed; Sydney circling Bob, the tree in the house.

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Thursday at The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

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Vague post title, I know; but my mind is in a rambling mode so I won’t get real definite here. Of course, I often start off with a title which eventually has nothing to do with the post, so I guess I’m rambling about rambling. Whatever.

Two- hour planned East Noble delay today. Oh, the pain, the pain. Finally at ten they were gone! (Maniacal laugh here.) I may not be an enthusiastic grandma, but at least I haven’t duct taped them to the wall lately. (I’m out of duct tape. mwahahahahahahahahaha)

Kroger’s had a $2 flower cactus on the table by the check-put lanes so I grabbed it up and took it over to Mrs. Feller at the nursing home. I hadn’t intended to go but I knew if I went home first I would be hijacked for something and so headed off in the grungy clothes I had donned to make a quick and stealthy grocery raid. You know, the kind where you keep the hood of your sweatshirt up.

This is borning . . . I’m cutting to the chase: The weather did a quirky thing and hoar frost formed on all the trees very quickly, so I stuck my cell phone out the window and took a picture. It didn’t turn out too well, but here you go . . .  Hoar frost in Noble County. Indiana 3.

I am still boring, so I am going to quietly slip away for a while.

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Hi there

Yes, I am just in a good mood and I’m not certain why, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Ack. Cliche alert. I had a peanut butter foldover since Der Bingle is not here to fix me my eggs with the soft yolks that I dip strips of toast in. I guess I could cook them myself, but, oh, the butterfly effect, dontcha know.

The sky has gone from grey to light blue to robin’s egg blue to deep blue to fading blue/insinuating grey. It is doing it quickly, I see even more grey now. Well, okay. It’s 24 degrees here and this morning we are going to deliver a poinsettia to the nursing home. Used to be I really didn’t care for them; now I don’t think they are so bad. Emory had a garden across the street for 66 years, so I’m hoping he will like the color. I read on the Internet that professionals use ice cubes to water poinsettias in locations that are not conducive to typical watering. I’ll have Kathryn tell the aides she’ll need a couple of ice cubes now and then . . . and, in fact, I’ll mention it myself to the folks at the desk.

Oh, here’s too much information: Last night I was chilled and so tired I fell asleep like a log. I dreamed I had to go to the bathroom, but couldn’t go – even with the dreaming of running water. When I woke up and remembered the dream, I thought, “Yes! Gotta love that animal brain that is somewhere in my so-called more sophisticated human one.” I was a little frustrated in the dream, but oh, so grateful the little red flags went off in my brainstem or whatever.

Maybe with that I’d better stick my head in a soduku and shut up for awhile.

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light through the blinds

This morning we’ve been cleaning and getting things picked up and I even put a burgundy tablecloth on the big table room here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. And I put a metal double-sided cut-out of Santa and his reindeer taking flight. Need some candles for it though.

Someone stepped on the vacuum pipe but I fixed it by pounding a ballpeen hammer into the opening with a mallet to re-round the hole. Yes, yes, sometimes I even astound myself . . . and yes, the ballpeen hammer came out of the pipe. (That it would not was in the back of my mind.)

Cans were packed up and sent to recycling and soon I will shower and sort of cycle my daily way to “the Wal-Mart”. Auuuuugggghhhhhhhh.

The day started out with sun and blue sky and now it is overcast and forebodingly grey. But, but, before that happened, I ate my lunch at my usual table, the one by the window that faces the south. Chili and a small hamburger – don’t tell folks here at the cafe, but can you say Wendy’s? – and the pattern of sunlight and  shadow of blinds on the worn red tabletop. The Irish Tenors were on the CD player and when Fairytale of New York came on, I asked all the chatterers  to be still. They went to whispers, so soon I will replay it. Ha! Let them whisper with duct tape on their mouths.

Source of Irish Tenors . . . and Bing Crosby . . . and John Denver and Muppets

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down below, one of AmeliaJake’s cute little guys

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Oh, here I am sitting with a heating pad on my knee and an autopsy show on tv. Ack, Der Bingle and friends woud cringe.  Summer already left – two hours ago – when I watched a show about face transplants. Yes, it is Tuesday on TLC.

But at least there was a nice little part –  a Pier One commercial with the little shiny VW ornament and the caption: By golly, let’s get jolly. Uh, I guess you had to be here, watching it, hearing the music; in writing, “by golly, let’s get jolly” has a lot of letters that are really dragging their little tails.

So. we are doing the old back and forth conversation about how much to decorate the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Today, I made a wreath and used the rich, deeply colored LED bulbs and they were great, but the wreath looks like a tumor . . . so I’ll be redoing it.

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Pancake foldovers?

Gee, I don’t think so, but maybe I have lost my spirit of adventure. If I surmise correctly, Summer inadvertantly flipped a pancake so it folded over and her Grandpa immediately told me she was making foldovers. So, of course, it was a little jokie. At first I thought – peanut butter inside a folded pancake? . . . nah. But as I mull the idea over, I suppose some taste buds would go for it. After all, I like sourdough and peanut butter. Foldover waffles are an idea – the peanut butter could nestle in every little indented area.

Now that I have thought of taste buds and am wondering if that is one word or two, I remember the taste buds of the Budweiser commercials. They were so cool . . .  Apparently taste bud is two words. I must learn to trust my instincts . . . oh, that’s a scary thought. Ah, the farce in strong in me.

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stacking firewood

Sitting down, cooling off, drinking iced tea . . . becasue we stacked firewood this morning. A loadful. I don’t know how much that is because the fellow we buy wood from – David Reidenbach – has always sold it in loads. Maybe at one time my mother and father knew. We now have a new wood/old wood double stack by the back vestibule door and lots of dry wood in other places. I’m told it is to be a cold winter so I guess I’ll probably be ordering one more load.

I think when Summer was little she thought we were saying the back ‘vegetable’. Today she did her share of stacking and is being treated to a lunch at Wendy’s – which, of course, exists in another dimension from the PBC&R.

Later:

I’ve come back to say I’ve done my perspiring and I love the way my mind and body feel when the roots of my hair are wet from physical work in the sun.