Off the grid !!

Five o’clock in the evening!! No early morning blog message today. The cool weather–with occasional rain–was an invitation to work on projects under cover of the patio, or carport (at home). However, the KIA is my priority right now. I firmly believe my Heavenly Father–or guardian angel–cared for my sadly neglected transportation. (When I  moved to the CARE Center, my “focus” changed substantially.) No picture, but I made an appointment with an auto repair shop before visit for oil change. Not directly a KIA matter but I (belatedly) went to Department of Motor Vehicles to report change of address. A new driver’s license issued and the picture is horrible. (I look very old and very ugly!!)

The refrigerator seems stuck on sixty-three degrees. It’s no wonder some of my food items spoiled (recently). Today, a bare minimum of perishable food purchased. ~~ “Yes” several items for my lawn and garden. A birthday present for my friend, Jim. ~~ “Doggie” items returned to Dollar Tree because Gabriella and the pups were gone before I had an opportunity to pamper them. ~~ For Lorraine: An apple fritter and coffee for breakfast; Subway “veggie delight” sandwich mid-afternoon. Also, mid-morning, extremely much-needed haircut!! ~~ (My “grid”  is the little piece of land identified as 351 Escapees Dr. [and I’m rarely “off”  the  grid].)

New battery

Boy did I have a rude awakening this morning!! I was prepared to go grocery shopping but the KIA wouldn’t start. “Click, click”  was the response when I turned the key in the ignition. During the course of the morning AAA arrived and “jump started,” followed by arrival of dear handyman/friend “Jim.” I’ll spare you the hour-by-hour; we bought a new battery at AutoZone and Jim installed. ~~ I’m so blessed to have such a multi-talented young man to help “a damsel in distress”!! (Well… he’s almost sixty but [at my age] that makes him “young.”) Next: “Can you help my ailing trailer home refrigerator?”

See Attitude of Gratitude.

Attitude of gratitude !!

Remember how grateful I was (am) for the refrigerator I purchased from a thrift store and put in the laundry room? The refrigerator I had to secure? Now that refrigerator is my “primary” source to chill my food items. The freezer is working fine–in my trailer home–but the refrigerator is too warm. Food items are spoiling. Next trip to Livingston, I’ll buy a refrigerator thermometer so I can determine the temperature. I haven’t thought far enough ahead to know how to resolve the refrigerator problem. Recreation vehicle (RV) refrigerators are terribly expensive. I don’t think I have enough space (in my trailer home) for a regular house-type refrigerator. I’ll figure this out another day (when it isn’t hot and I’m not so tired). Meanwhile, I’m extremely grateful for the refrigerator in the laundry room!!


Friday “fizzle” & “sizzle” !!


Three o’clock and my day is a BIG fat zero. This morning a rare trip into Livingston to pick up a package at the Post Office. I hadn’t ordered anything but a notice (yesterday) in my mail box. All last evening and all night I looked forward to the trip so I could visit my favorite little cafe for breakfast. I was showered; I was dressed in an attractive outfit; it would be a good day. In Livingston, almost the very last-minute, I changed my mind and changed my route. Very recently, a Huddle House restaurant opened near Livingston and I decided to locate it and “check it out.” For most individuals, the breakfast may have been fine. For me, it was awful!! My favorite little cafe serves wonderful gourmet coffee; Huddle House coffee was strong and tasted like mud. The coffee was pennies less than two dollars; the bill was almost twelve dollars. I left half the food on my plate; I did not leave a tip. 

It was still early; the Post Office wasn’t open yet. I went to Lowe’s and browsed their mark-down plants. Two plants came home with me–and another fifty pound bag of Quikrete. (The bag burst when I was removing it from the car so a big mess!) In the garden department, I browsed–and shuttered–at the prices. Ninety-nine dollars for a Photinia approximately the same size as the one I’ve had in a container for three years. During my yard sale, it was priced at fifteen dollars (and didn’t sell).

The day got off to a bad start so grocery shopping was cancelled. “Home”  was the only place I wanted to be and “home”  is where I’ve spent hours in my comfortable chair in front of the television set. Outdoors/indoors, the heat is miserable.