Mad as a wet hen !!

In the image, the print appears so tiny because I had to expand to include all. Click the image and you can read the messages. My words appear in green (because that’s the way Ancestry lists…) and the green leaves are links to a vast amount of information in my tree. A sixteen-word reply. I’m so mad  (hurt), I think I’ll  IGNORE ALL FUTURE REQUESTS FOR ASSISTANCE. I wanted to send a one-word reply: “Ingrate”  but I didn’t. ~~ See my previous message regarding her request.

Blame Coronavirus ?

Yesterday, at “Big Breakfast” (the first since March 2020), “Mr. Red” relayed a message from the new (as of January 2022) management company.  Evidently “they” manage a number of mobilehome parks and “they” say ours is the only one with a spirit of community. Our Park will soon be twenty years old and “Mr. Red” has poured “blood, sweat, and tears” into every inch. He is the heart of this Park (in my humble opinion); he knows the residents talents and tears. But the Coronavirus pandemic took its toll. Long story short: “Mr. Red” plans to have a “Big Breakfast” once a month and encourages residents to participate. It got me out!! Correction: He got me out!!

Frequently, I’ve mentioned gestures of kindness to Lorraine. “Mr. Red” brings a container with a portion of the meal he prepared at home. Remarkably, at Cracker Barrel, he will get a “to go” box before he starts his lunch and he will bring half to me. Every time he grocery shops, he phones to ask if I need anything. I tell him “I don’t want to be a bother”  (translated: don’t shop for me) but he brings fruit and veggies, and Blue Bell ice cream. Yesterdayon my shopping tripI discovered Blue Bell is $8.00 per half-gallon. OMG!!

It’s Sunday and I’m full of praise and thanksgiving!!

Road to recovery ?

Lorraine won’t buy $8.00 Blue Bell ice cream BUT, yesterday, she bought very expensive “Regenerist” because it says (on the box) “skin surface renewal starts day one.”  My face has so many wrinkles, I hate to see my ugly face in the mirror!! **If** there are more social eventsand an occasional shopping tripI want to look less like a witch. (Yes, that’s Lorraine in October 2015.)

Good news !!

The self-imposed hermit joined a group of our RV Park residents for “Big Breakfast” in the clubhouse. I counted thirty-four people and everyone was so glad to socialize with folks they have not seen for months (or two-and-one-half years). This was one of the few times I didn’t have my camera with meor nearby. This message is for the benefit of Jan, Jimmie, Deb, Janetand Mr. Redfor repeatedly urging me to “get out.” ~~ Imagine this: I may get in my KIA and drive to the market. Truthfully, I have anxiety thinking about a trip to the market but (to paraphrase) “the journey of four miles starts with a single step.”  This morning, one-hundred-eighty-seven (187) steps from my front door to the Clubhouse.

More good news !!

Gospel truth: The last time I did grocery shopping was May 27th. I drove the KIA to the doctor’s office on June 6th and June 10th. No driving in July. To doctor appointments on August 4th, 23rd, and 30th. No driving in September.  With today’s trip, I’ve driven eighty-six miles since 1:30 PM, May 27th. ~~ Four hundred miles total since a trip to H.E.B. on January 20th, 2020. Yes, January 20th, 2020.


New tune in October ??

Year after year, I have written a blog message about “New tune in June.”  Some are worth revisiting because of a touch of humor.  This year, everything seemed to “get worse” in June, July, August, and September.  I hope, and pray, turning the calendar page (and turning on the heater) will genuinely have me singing praises in October. (No rhyming words for October.)