Yes, here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, we haven’t mentioned the peanut butter recall because all our peanut butter has the Bear Cave Seal of Approval, having passed all safety measures. (They sample everything and not one bear has become ill – well, if you don’t count Little, who wound up with chickenpox after having been exposed to AmeliaJake and her shingles.

We did receive an email today from Der Bingle that he received from someone who received it and forwarded it to him. It has a link to products involved in the peanut butter/salmonella problem. So it would stay within easy reach, we have taken advantage of the site’s widget connection. See, it’s over there to the right about the upside down cow.

Remember Alien Poo? This is from Halloween when she kept an eye on who was coming up the walk. Well, yesterday she headed down to Fairborn with Der Bingle to check things out for us – you know, bring back info on the complex’s pool, exercise room, community area and the balcony off the living room. However, since it has been rumored that there are artifacts of UFO landings at Wright-Patt, we are wondering if she is going to check in on that situation.

She can sneak almost anywhere because she has mastered the Obi Wan Kanobi technique of putting thoughts into other people’s heads. Thoughts like: I do not see an odd Raggedy Ann. No small person is scurrying across the tarmac. No one in a blue dress is walking through the gate. We have no idea what thoughts she has put into our heads, but often we will have not the slightest idea what happened to the last piece of cake or pie . . . or why we changed the TV channel to a special on Roswell.

Tonight we will get out our special receiver and wait for her transmission.

UPDATE:

AP sent this picture of herself and Otter and Bing in front of the fire stove in the Bear Cave.

And this shot which is a little eerie.

I forgot to mention that Der Bingle packed up Cameron and Summer and took them to a matinee in Auburn yesterday to see Steve Martin in the new Pink Panther movie.  Just that morning I had read that the critics panned it, but we seldom listen to critics. Summer was quite impressed with the theater which is new and offers 8 screens and has “great chairs” and “butter-your-own” popcorn and giant Icees with free refills.

Oh, the movie. Yes, they liked it and apparently so did the other people in the theater. Der Bingle said there was outright guffawing. Older people, such as Der Bingle and I, use words like guffawing. We also use words like icebox and phrases such as fast time and slow time. Because for a long time in Indiana  we did not go on Daylight Savings Time, Quentin did not know what I meant last year when I referred to fast time. I had to tell him that’s what the oldtimers call it. He guffawed, but he stifled it to be polite.

There is no way I would take a picture of the ground surrounding the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse right now, unless I wanted to preserve the image of muck and surfaced trash. After all the snow and freezing and wind, now everything is marshy and all things that blew in on that wind  are exposed – wet and soggy and grungy looking. Oh, it’s bad.  And getting out to pick up all that wet stuff is going to take motivation. When it was very cold – so cold the Christmas ale tried to blow it’s cork –  we were not very careful about the bags of soda cans to be recycled . . . I may have run over one or two.  Dropped pieces of firewood stayed where they fell, and, oh, there is so much more.

Now Sydney is a walking ball of mud. Now you don’t need mittens outside – you need latex gloves.  What we need is a powerful drying wind . . . and maybe it would carry debris somewhere else. But then we would get other people’s debris. Well, maybe somebody dropped a $20 dollar bill. I could find it and dry it with my hairdryer and go out and get myself a treat for going out to pick up in the yard.  A reward, yes, a reward.

Or, maybe no one did. Or, gasp, maybe I did and my neighbors are going to be going out for the treat. Aughhh. See, I guess the shows there are times when your train of thought needs to pull into the depot and stop.

That would be what I am doing now.

Yes, we’re watching it here in the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. In black and white. We didn’t know it was going to be on and, all of a sudden, here it is. We tuned in just at Peter Lorre was telling Rick about the Letters of Transit. My favorite line: The Germans wore grey; you wore blue. I just heard it.  Letters of Transit . . .  I want them.

The ecstasy . . . Of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world, she walks into mine. The agony . . . being reminded of Cameron watching The Simpsons’ interpretation of the movie, with Hitler coming out of the piano.