Kathryn Feller and Alison in her room at North Ridge

Indiana from a rural road going not too fast.

Faster by the corn and the country road behind us.

Der Bingle found a sign on the Internet and he shared it:

Here is what it says in case you don’t read green and yellow –

Due to the frequency of human-bear encounters, the B C Fish and
Wildlife Branch is advising hikers, hunters, fishermen, and any persons
that use the out of doors in a recreational or work related function to
take extra precautions while in the field.

We advise the outdoorsman to wear little noisy bells on clothing so as
to give advance warning to any bears that might be close by so you don’t
take them by surprise.

We also advise anyone using the out-of doors to carry “Pepper Spray”
with him in case of an encounter with a bear.

Outdoorsmen should also be on the watch for fresh bear activity, and
be able to tell the difference between black bear feces and grizzly bear
feces. Black bear feces is smaller and contains lots of berries and
squirrel fur. Grizzly Bear Schitt has bells in it and smells like pepper.

Pottermom dropped by during her vacation to remark that she hoped our air conditioner was installed – it was – and to remark it had snowed while they were on vacation in Colorado. I wonder if they were in her Mini Cooper and if it had an incipient panic attack visualizing snowdrifts sooooooo high. Maybe she had to go out in the night and talk to it, reassuring the little car that a few flakes do not a blizzard make . . .

But maybe they flew to CO and rented a local car, one that eyed the sky and purred, “Bring it on, bring it on.”

But speaking of August weatther, I was born this month and that day’s high is a record that still stands. That was 60 years ago. My husband has  joked (?) that the Gates of Hell opened that day . . .  I’ve been known for throwing a few foot-stomping temper tantrums. Okay, more than a few. If only it were an Olympic event.

I looked over this morning at Thomas Bickle’s light and the bulb was out. Gosh, that sounds so earthy. Well, I guess it is the earthly part. Anyway, I went over and opened the new package of two amber bulbs that sat beside it and put a new one in.

It shines

Tomorrow we are supposed to have the new air conditioner installed; it was supposed to be last week, but the coil didn’t come in and it was okay because we have had really nice weather. At night the cool air pours into the house from outside and the days have been in the 70’s and low 80’s.

But now it is supposed to get hot and I have this feeling that the air conditioner won’t get installed for some reason or another. Oh, woe is me. If it does happen, then my intuition is wrong and that’s disturbing, but if is not put in, we will be hot and maybe we will never get air conditioning and die of heat.

But then maybe I think if I write this, it will cause the air conditioner situation to work out after all. Then that would mean my intuition works . . . just strangely.

My mother doesn’t like to have her picture taken:

Summer and I were up there shooting BB’s at cans. Classy, huh?

Ah, this is a Cheerwine Sunday morning in Indiana, so please don’t tell the Cheerwine Patrol who is on the outlook for Yankee Cheerwine Drinkers.

I think I may have mentioned Cheerwine here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and now if you look HERE, you will see the authorities may be onto us.

When I was little, I did not know what a moon pie; and actually as I type, I do not really know if it is one word or two. I also still do not know what a moon pie is, although I have been told and think it involved cakes and a center layer of creamy stuff.

I do know that Grandpa introduced Cameron to moon pies and now he is waiting for the traveller from Georgia to arrive with a stash of them. We have learned you can find them here, but not always easily.

I have received edification via email and HERE it is to share.

* Okay, so it’s MoonPie; I would say that is two words without a space. My head hurts.