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Tackling projects is difficult when this old lady gets so few hours sleep. As mentioned in earlier blog messages, I try a wide variety of natural sleep aids. On the positive side: My mind is so busy I may ward off Alzheimer’s disease. Only this morning, Dr. Oz was talking about the disease and said brain activity is important.

and what did I see?
Sprinkles of orange
in a front yard tree.

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Too many hours, yesterday, at the computer “climbing the family tree.” I got lost in the search for information about a “collateral line” individual. I should have walked away but it was a challenge. Now my head is swimming with ideas for a story. The story is begging to be written because the details are so unusual the reader will think it’s fiction. I didn’t go to bed until 1:30 this morning after seventeen hours marathon. Honestly, I don’t have time to write a story because major downsizing projects clutter my trailer home, patio and carport. “Downsize, donate, and discard”  are paramount.

The air-conditioner has been running 24/7 since the first of May.

It was hot in April, too, but I was resolved NOT to turn on the A/C that early in the year.

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Tugging at my heart-strings!! I hate to part with health and cookbooks.

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RECIPE FOR A HAPPY DAY

Take a little dash of cold water,
A little leaven of prayer,
A little bit of sunshine gold
Dissolved in morning air.

Add to your meal some merriment,
Add though for kith and kin,
And then, as a prime ingredient,
Add plenty of work thrown in.
Flavor it all with essence of love,
And a little dash of play;
Let a nice old book and glance above
Complete the well-spent day.

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RECIPE OF LOVE

Take:
A teaspoon of tenderness,
and just a little spice
A whole cup of togetherness,
(oh, wouldn’t that be nice!)
Add:
All the thoughts and dreams and hopes
That come along the way,
And all the world of loveliness,
So, fresh, the brew will stay.

Be careful, though
with this, my friend,
And give it just by drops,
For each one builds a love
that’s true
Which starts and never stops!

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Typed words, decades ago, these two rhymes are in the front of a loose-leaf notebook full of recipes I saved through the years. I’m “too sentimental” to discard the notebook; I’m “saving” it and a few other cookbooks. Most of my “health” books library–and “health” cookbooks–will go to a young woman preparing to be a naturopathic nutritionist. (Picture on the right is my current library of health books.) ~~ Before I left North Carolina, in 2013, I donated seventeen boxes of health books to my chiropractor (for his office). I’ve practiced “health and nutrition” half my lifetime. (“Practiced” but not perfected, ha.)

Yesterday, I spent a minimum of time “climbing the family tree.” In Ancestry, I came across the name “Reppert”  and thought “I know that name.”  It required a brief search and I had information regarding a first cousin, one-time-removed. Then I recalled our correspondence and a visit in her home (1993). Here is a link to the information I scanned (2017) and included in Digitized Library of Family History.