Huddled in front of the electric heater–reading….

This ministered to my pain: Chapter four Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and be Happy

Forty-two degrees outdoors at 11:30 AM; forty-one degrees at two o’clock PM.

The indoor temperature is seventy-one; outdoor temperature still hovers at forty-one. Temperatures will plummet. I’m feeling grief because my planters are not covered and plants will be damaged by the dip in temperature.

When I purchased a new HP scanner in March (and a new Dell laptop computer), I never dreamed I’d be scanning reams of paper to defend myself regarding an eviction. “Never dreamed…”! Curious how these things happen? I was scanning semi-valuable file folders of family history and publishing it to the newly constructed Digitized Library of Family History. Remember the old saying “Learn something new every day“? **I am!!** Last night I searched the Internet for information about FAXing information from a computer–from a computer without a phone line. (Google searches, so valuable!!) Did you know you can FAX from a Smartphone?? I still use a “dumb” phone–and it serves me admirably.

Rainy, gloomy day; a “cold front”  is heading our way and we may finally experience some “winter” weather (so says the TV meteorologist). I cannot provide the reader with details about the amount of rain the past couple of days. I have absolutely no idea where to find the rain gauge; it is buried somewhere in the jumble of “stuff” in the cargo trailer.

Also hopelessly misplaced: Calculator. I was reconciling my check book register with on-line bank statement. Gratefully, a Google search produced an on-line calculator and I was able to complete my task.

Reading Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and be Happy:

The World’s Greatest Need

A little more kindness and a little less greed;
A little more giving and a little less need;
A little more smile and a little less frown;
A little less kicking a man when he’s down;
A little more “we” and a little less “I”;
A little more laughs and a little less cry;
A little more flowers on the pathway of life;
And fewer on graves at the end of the strife.

— Source Unknown

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Sunday,
sad,
sick
senior.

Gratefully, my 5th-wheel trailer home has not sustained the major damage experienced by another single senior.

Fog during early morning, overcast all morning, noon, and afternoon; raining hard at three-thirty. The “heat strip” is warding off chill in my trailer home; my furnace is still awaiting repair. I’m lethargic; perhaps too much exercise yesterday (rearranging [former] garden items). En climate weather affects television reception so I can’t watch “through the air” TV. My reading lamp is buried, out of sight, in the cargo trailer so I haven’t enough light to read. Repeat: gloomy day!!

No TV schedule but I found two traditional films: The Nutcracker, the movie, and A Christmas Carol (excellent, very British). I was wrapped in my Slanket.

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