(1) Make that first cup of coffee. (2) Water the thirsty plants. (3) “Deadhead” spent blooms. Today, only, finished filling the holes with damp soil. (4) Miscellaneous (as I see them). (5) Indoors (hot and sweaty) to make the second cup of coffee and prepare a blog message. Today, a Gardenia bloom was a sight and smell blessing!
The “arborist” spent the afternoon in an unfamiliar forest of trees. When I said “shirttail relatives” it is less cumbersome than “great-grandfather of wife of fourth cousin one-time removed.” I was intrigued when I noted that “great-grandfather” was the father of a set of twins, and a set of triplets. My sympathy to the wife, and mother, who gave birth to five babies in less than three years. A total of thirteen children in twenty-three years. ~~ I get intricately involved with the individuals and aspire to accurately document details of their walk on this earth. ~~ Why did I digress from my surname and collateral lines? Because the surname was (**is**) a “collateral line” but I failed to connect with my Old German Baptist Brethren cousins.
I’m back!! My computer is my “pacifier” and I’m content.
On Friday, I drove to my “computer guy” in Onalaska and I’m confident he is a magician!! My computer was fixed the minute I walked in the door. No more problems. It was embarrassing to sit at the table and attempt to display the troublesome features. Tim just sat there and grinned. I had been struggling with the laptop built-in mouse-pad but working fine in the “magic castle.” I was advised to stop at Walmart (on my way home) and get a mouse.
Early this morning, I was in the yard watering the plants. Back indoors at 6:50 just as the TV “anchorman” asked the meteorologist “When does it get cool again?” The answer: “October 22nd.” Check my blog messages; I think I recently said hot and humid until Halloween.
Desperately weary sitting inside my trailer home (“climbing the family tree” on the other computer); yearning for needed exercise, I tackled the strenuous task of filling two holes. The clay soil is “hard as a brick” so I’d “wet it down” and then scrape that damp dirt into the hole. “Wet it down” again (and again) until too hot… and old lady forced indoors. ~~ Two-fifty PM as I publish this message. Next, some thoughts for blog messages (unpublished) while computer was not responding to my wishes (lol).
Decades ago (the 1960s), I had a girlfriend who told me how to measure my worth. “Make a fist, stick it in a bucket of water. When you pull it out you see no impression. That’s your worth.” She was not being nasty; she was expressing the truth as she saw it. Likewise, recently I saw a measure of **my** worth.
Many months ago, I hired a man to take down, and repair, the ceiling fixture in the laundry room. The “Casablanca fan” came down but the repairman never returned to complete the task. My landlady accused me of stealing the fixture. In February, her son-in-law told me he would hang… if I bought another fan. I made the purchase a couple of days later but “Sonny” did not return until mid-May. My fixture and two ladders were adjacent to the laundry room door. After my cruise, I found a new fan in the laundry room and my fixture ignored. My item had fan and light; the new fixture is fan only. Due to my limited vision, even during daylight hours, I need a flashlight to read the dial on the washer and dryer. ~~ **The measure of my worth?!**
After the father of my sons deserted us (in 1964), I raised the three boys alone. They’re grown now but I never receive a Mother’s Day card; never a birthday greeting; never a Christmas gift. *The measure of my worth?**
Only two responses (many weeks ago) to my ad. I won’t renew the advertisement in Foundation for Intentional Community. I’ll continue to enjoy my current excellent living arrangements and trust that “my intentional community” will find me at the appropriate time. No response to my ad is “the measure of my worth”?