Life-changing experience!!

The worship services were awesome. The guest speaker was Bill Johnson. Our location: Church of the Hills, Cedar Park, Texas–221 miles from Livingston. We spent three nights in a Best Western Motel; we enjoyed a variety of eateries. (I say “eatery” because only one “sit down” restaurant where we had dozens of choices from a fancy menu.)

You, too, can enjoy the inspirational messages of Bill Johnson. It is free on a podcast. (Confession: “Podcast” what’s that? Me: I have a “dumb phone”!!)

I’m reading Bill Johnson’s book: The Supernatural Power of a Transformed Mind. Subtitle: Access to a Life of Miracles.

Changing the subject to make a point. Have you seen that dumb TV commercial “Change your apartment, change the world.”?? Well, here’s the challenge: Change your mind, change the world.

You saw the 2:30 indoor and outdoor temperatures. It is 7 o’clock PM and still extremely HOT inside my trailer home. It is 95 degrees inside!! Because it was beastly hot inside the trailer, mid-afternoon, I took my laptop computer to the CARE Center and prepared the two previous messages. Before supper, I brought the laptop computer back to the trailer and discovered it had not cooled because the air-conditioner wasn’t working. I checked, and double-checked, everything for the possible problem. No success; no relief.

After supper, I watered the plants that were wilted (but [gratefully] not dead)–and filled bird feeders. Three oscillating fans are of no value; it feels like a sauna inside!! I plan to sleep tonight on a reclining yard lounger, on my patio. Quite frankly, sleeping indoors is not an option!!

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Postscript, Tuesday, July 14, 2015, 8:30 AM: Hottest day(s) of the year so far!! I was lovingly encouraged to sleep overnight in the Multi-purpose Room of the CARE Center. ~~ See indoor and outdoor temperature when I returned to my trailer home this morning. Hopefully, I’ll have an A/C repairman today.

Going away for a few days; hiatus is a fancy name. I’m not taking the laptop computer–but packed a Bible and swimsuit.  A CARE resident neighbor lady friend and I are en-route to a Christian conference.

In the garden, pulling weeds. Well, more correctly, pulling up baby Chinese Tallow trees. Washed tree debris from the patio and sidewalk. Filled bird feeders; watered plants.

It’s 9 o’clock and I’m heading for the laundry room.

(Picture taken by another CARE resident and posted on our Escapees CARE Facebook page.)

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Postscript: Almost three PM and I’m lethargic!! Because the “feels like” temperature is about one-hundred-four degrees outdoors, and the inside temperature is eighty-four degrees!! I’ve lived in my 2003 Carriage 5th-wheel trailer for eighteen months but never had the air-conditioner serviced. I left North Carolina twenty-one months ago and the KIA has been neglected. Guess where some T@B teardrop trailer dollars will be spent.

Uh, uh, no lecture, please: Fifty pound bags of bird seed are a luxury I allowed myself. I love the birds!! Recently I saw a Pileated Woodpecker (for the first time–and not at a feeder). I’m delighted that one found my yard. (Searching for a picture from the Internet, I found this interesting link.)

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Did you read my blogs titled “Bleeding heart“ and “Because you asked…“ ? Interested individuals wanted more information about my T@B Teardrop Travel Trailer. Hopefully some, or most, of the seventy people “following” the item were impressed–and well-informed. I received several offers and turned down their low bid. I surmise some people were waiting closer to the end of the listing to make a serious offer.  ~~ Just for the fun of it, I prepared a subsequent blog titled “It’s a ‘guy’ thing.” I received positive feedback.

The first person who answered the ad, and expressed interest, lives less than one-hundred miles away–and came to inspect… and paid the full price “without batting an eye.” It is my hope and prayer that the new owner will love my T@B as much as I have.

Remember how radio announcer Paul Harvey used to give us “the rest of the story”? It has been my intention to donate my one-of-a-kind (in the United States) T@B to the RV (recreation vehicle) – MH (motor home) Hall of Fame in Elkhart, Indiana. In 2010 I spoke to them face-to-face and they provided documentation I could include with my Will. As I said, it has been my intention…. Recently I updated my wishes in a new Texas Will. I contacted RV-MH Hall of Fame to make certain everything was still “OK.” To my extreme disappointment, “they” would not assure me that my German-built, great-grandfather of all T@B trailers in America, would go on display. (Why not? It’s a classic!!) Furthermore, receiving it as a donation, they could do whatever they wanted with it. Sell it? Pocket the money?

This old lady has been hanging on by her fingernails (so to speak), financially. The precious little T@B trailer is the only asset. The decision was made to list on eBay. Although I am “computer savvy,” it took a couple of hours to prepare the ad and post four pictures. Well, that was insufficient information so I took more than seven dozen pictures, prepared the blog messages, and that’s the rest of the story –the rest of my story.

This little guy was inside the T@B teardrop trailer this morning. I caught him and tossed him into the yard. He hopped right back and would have been back inside–but I closed the door. ~~ A few days earlier, the gecko made himself at home in the kitchen.

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Funny, isn’t it, how thoughts come out of no where?! Someone asked me earlier today how I’m feeling. I said “Couci-couça.” It has been decades since I spoke (or heard) those words. My Army husband was stationed at the Paris American Hospital from 1959-1961. We lived in an apartment in the suburbs of Paris, France. (The most spectacular Independence Day fireworks over the Seine River!!)

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We did “camping” in Europe!! Before that we traveled back and forth across the United States with our 35 foot Spartan “trailer house.” I’ve been living in “trailers” (off and on) since 1953. (From the Internet, a picture of a Spartan–and “covered wagon”-type camper–both similar to ours.)

Selling my little T@B Teardrop Travel Trailer is sad and I feel “so so.” But it’s the right thing to do. I’m in another chapter of my life and will cherish the memories of T@B Teardrop Travels, and Little George Havens’ Cowboy Camp Meeting.