Well, this showed up on YouTube from, I think, Coltskid18. I particularly like the arm out the window at the very end.

Last night I watched the segment of Dateline that addressed the murder of a young woman (Nona Dirksmeyer) in Arkansas and the progression of the legal case against her boyfriend and the eventual verdict of not guilty. I wanted to learn a little more so I went to the msnbc/dateline website and found a section that asked what your opinion of the verdict was. I agreed with the verdict and actually had my suspicions about the stepfather. I felt strongly enough about this to fill out the little registration comment section and leave my opinion.

When I clicked back to look at what others had said, I was amazed to see that almost everyone was suggesting that the stepfather did the “dunning” in this whodunit. Today I looked again and all 22 pages of comments pretty much said, “Yo, police, look at the stepdad and the mom.”

So what is going to come of this? Did the story show up on Dateline because someone wanted the court of public opinion to get an investigation moving? Maybe.

Here’s just one quirky tidbit: The stepdad decided to use the murdered girl’s cellphone, found by the body at the murder scene because, he says, “I am frugal.”

I woke up this morning to dark and gloomy overcast and the threat of rain. Now –  and I don’t know if it is a coincidence or not –  now the sun has come out just as Bill Clinton has come to town to speak. I hear birds chirping outside. Surely, this is not “a sign”  . . .

This sun thing shakes up my day though, for I had accepted that it was going to be too wet and whatever outside to do anything in the yard work category. I even went out and sawed a couple of branches so I could say, “Well, I did what I could.” Now, the blue sky and sun are calling my bluff and wanting me to go out there and do more??

Are there ferns  that like sun? I am thinking of having a fern lawn with little paths leading a few places. No mowing, just “ferning” – whatever that is. Then each winter the little ferns would turn brown and lean over and be covered with snow. In the spring they would put up their little space monster-like green ball heads on tiny necks and we’d have another go at summer.

A video from YouTube: But right now, at 9:38 am, my computer tells me it can’t find the server at YouTube. Now, at 10:20 am it is back up and presenting, as before: Noodlehead.

This is just a clarification of our policy here at the PBC&R: We do not do anything special for Mother’s Day because we firmly believe that the relationship between mothers and children is something year round and lifelong- a personal relationship. One forged through daily interaction. It is what it is and we just don’t put much stock in “quasi-official obligatory acknowledgment”.

We understand others feel differently about this subject; we just feel this way – the way we described above.

We remember the scent of sunshine on blond hair, of special books and special blankies.  We remember  favorite movies and  multiplication tables on the refrigerator. We remember so very much . . . and we hope you guys remember that we have loved you.

After watching the YouTube video that featured Mickey Kantor, James Carville  and that George guy with the really long last name, I watched a longer video showing more of The War Room . . . and saw a lot more of Carville.  I think he looks like a snake, but that is a visual perception of mine and I don’t really KNOW that he is one. He married Mary Matalin, you know, who has worked with the GOP on the really national level. And she married him. Go figure.

I have wondered about this for a long time; they both indicate their political beliefs are important to them. Yet, they married and have children. So what have they said by their actions: It doesn’t really matter? It will all come out in the wash? What will it matter two hundred years from now? Gee, what was a controversy in politics between 150 and 200 years ago? Ah, yes, the Union, the Confederacy, Slavery.

We are determining our nation’s future here – yet one works hard to carve one path and  the other pulls hard down another trail. Do they look at the workers in each party and go “heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee”? I can’t see that they actually believe it makes a difference or they would be concerned for their children.

Oh, they are selling a home in Virginia for four plus million so they can move to New Orleans, from whence he hails. Apparently, this “He said; she said” stuff pays pretty well.

Oh, be still, my heart. It is on the front page of the local paper: Bill Clinton will be in Kendallville this Saturday. Actually, I agree with the late David Brinkley.

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In the New York Times online obituary there is this paragraph:

In his final election night program, in 1996, Mr. Brinkley delivered some parting shots, calling President Clinton a bore and telling voters they could expect more ”goddamned nonsense” for the next four years.

There appear to be many people who believe Mr. Brinkley did not say “bore” but “boor”.

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I have been alerted in the comments section to a youtube video that shows Clinton staffer Mickey Kantor giving a negative opinion of Indiana citizens. The link to the video is HERE. Make of it what you will. UPDATE: Youtube has just pulled the video (1:07 pm). I watched it several times and definitely believe Kantor referred to Hoosiers by saying, “These people are s –t.”

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The former president is scheduled to be at the Drake Road Fire Station at 10:45 am  –  according to THIS SITE, it’s at 10:15 am. People are asked to park at Sunset Park and walk to the station. Maps below are from Google, clicking on them will enlarge and provide a zoom feature. Sunset Park is just off Morton Street on the other side of the road from the fire station.

Photos:

The is the fire station on Drake Road.

And below is the street map.

And here is the view of the fire station from the corner of Drake and Morton. (See my side mirror in the lower corner of the picture?)

And this is the aerial view.

I gave Sydney a meal yesterday spiced up with some Campbell’s Beef Soup gravy and ground beef and I found out he does not like peas. I find it amazing that someone known for wolfing food can so delicately leave the little green balls.

I took my rake and went out to the north side of the porch – where are the shrubs are overgrowning. The sun came out and I was far enough away from the north wall that it hit me and I started to get hot. And then I started sweating. I think I worked for an hour pruning more branches and raking the leaves from under them. Once I overfilled the tarp and, you know, it’s a long way to the curb when you’re inching along. I just could not bear the thought of taking some of the branches off.

Sydney supervised from a cozy little spot deep inside one shrub; it did get a little dangerous when I was using the rake to snatch errant white plastic grocery bags and came close to grabbing a white blob that turned out to be fur.

He likes it out there . . . and it is a good time to think with no one being around to bother you. After awhile though, those thoughts are more along the line of heat and sweat and thirst. The humidity was 48% I think. Another thing I think is that I stepped into the droppings of the very large dog that lives next door. Rats!

So, now I am inside that porch, sitting on my trademark sofa, barefeet propped up on the little table and there is peach papaya Lipton Tea in my glass – with ice. Yes!

Sydney is supervising me from a sprawled out position on the floor. He likes it in here too.

Ah, fortnights. Yes, it is my kind of thing – there will be many hot nights in the old fort . . . hahahaahhahahahaha. Oh, would that be hot knights? hahahahahahahahahah. Sorry, just a little counting coup humor, there.