Disaster with a capital “D” !!

Earlier today (when I published the blog message with a clipart picture of broken bottle), I never expected I’d see a dozen broken bottles in my front yard. In my humble opinion, my “bottle trees” add an artistic touch to my garden. A lot of time, and money, went into acquiring my vast collection of colored bottles (and vases). I bought the beer sold in beautiful cobalt-blue bottles and a friend enjoyed the brew. One can’t find white, or red, bottles so I shopped Thrift stores for white “milk glass” vases. The red vases were purchased from Dollar Tree.

About one-thirty, a thunderstorm “blew” in and drenched the area–and took out the electricity. I heard the sound of broken glass but could not see (from my windows) what happened. At one-fifty, umbrella in hand, I dashed across the street to the Clubhouse for “Father’s Day” potluck. “Oh no, not my bottles!!”  I left the fellowship early so I could take the pictures and prepare this message.

“D”  for “disaster” but a failing grade (“D”) when it comes to participation in activities here at the RV Park. As mentioned in an earlier blog, my mind says “do” but the body says “don’t.”

Out of business ?!

Yesterday, preparing four blog messages was the entire extent of my activities. I don’t know “why,”  “what” or “when”  but the “where” was hours spent in bed. My head was saying “do”  but my body said “don’t” (and I “didn’t”).

Three “D’s”

Donate, discard, downsize.

Yesterday, a resident here at Rainbow’s End RV Park helped with my “new tune in June”  theme.

Hours later (5:30 AM), I am still “weepy.” I love my plants and garden paraphernalia. In a manner of speaking, they are my family. However, every day it is more evident that I need to find my “Intentional Community”  and move away from this stressful environment.

“Thanks for the memories” !!


In an earlier message, I commented about the loss of a dear friend-cousin. True to that earlier promise, I documented all their ancestors (in the United States) and most of the ancestor siblings and their children. Years ago (1989, at “Annual Meeting”) when I was introduced to the Old Geman Baptist Brethren community, I was told, “you are related to most of these (4,000) people.”  This precious lady graciously shared her vast library of information with me. With my computer skills, I entered the data into a genealogy software program and later (1996) published Frantz Families–Kith & Kin.  Building my Ancestry.com database (the past two weeks) recognized these two but also crocheted numerous other families together.