On Monday, a propane company filled the 110-gallon tank. On Friday, plumbers were here and searched high and low for the propane leak. They were in my trailer home and under my trailer home but leak not located. An hour into the search (Friday) one of the two plumbers asked: “Is your dryer gas?” After my reply: “I don’t know” he looked at the dryer and immediately found the leak!! That’s the good news. Bad new (1) lots of expense and (2) I still smell propane. I have been suffering from monster headaches!! (I rarely have a headache.) ~~ My only accomplishment of late (Sunday), a trip to Smart Clips for an overdue haircut, and H.E.B.-Plus for groceries and much miscellaneous. OMG: $235.00!!
FYI: The weather is unpleasant (for the next several days) so I won’t be working in the yard. I’d like to have the door open to air out my trailer home but not warm enough.
It’s 7:50 AM and I am watching, and listening, to an extreme rainstorm. A wall of water limits visibility. I’m looking at my “dumb mistake.” Late yesterday afternoon, I filled five bird feeders and hung the four new additions in my yard. Not surprisingly, the seed is now soaking wet and will not be edible for visiting birds. I have a six-foot (or wider) porch roof but the rain is hitting the sliding double-doors into my living room!!
“The old lady” hates to confess that she is depressed. (Hense the tiny print.) Not a single word from my children and grandchildren acknowledging my birthday. It grieves me to the marrow of my bones that I am a “reject.” My eternal thanks to God, my Heavenly Father, for friends who phoned to say “Happy Birthday,” and friends in the RV Park who baked cupcakes and sang “Happy Birthday.” I’m grateful for a hobby that allows me to connect with “family” (albeit extended family). Correspondence, yesterday, with a new-found “cousin.”
Really, really “extended family.”
The new-found relative and I share the same given name (spelled the same way). A pleasant “first.”
This is my journal, as I frequently comment. This is a bad day!! My cell phone doesn’t hold a charge long enough for a phone call. I have a monster headache; I can’t stop crying! I’ve spent half the day in bed with a cold washrag on my forehead. I should eat but I haven’t the desire to prepare food. The birds are flocking to the feeders–of soaking wet seed. The front porch carpet is soaking wet and “squishy” to walk on! I don’t want “company” to track footprints from outdoors to indoors. I’m ignoring “company.” ~~ Honestly, I am overwhelmed with projects requiring attention!!
When I’m in a phone conversation with friends in Livingston, they ask “How are you?”My answer: “I’m living in a little corner of Heaven.” The residents here at this RV Park, in Waco, are so thoughtful and considerate. It’s two o’clock as I prepare this message and (moments ago) a new lady-friend (resident) gave me a container full of home-made cupcakes (still warm). Yes, in remembrance of my birthday.
Really, really “extended family.”
This is my journal, as I frequently comment. This is a bad day!! My cell phone doesn’t hold a charge long enough for a phone call. I have a monster headache; I can’t stop crying! I’ve spent half the day in bed with a cold washrag on my forehead. I should eat but I haven’t the desire to prepare food. The birds are flocking to the feeders–of soaking wet seed. The front porch carpet is soaking wet and “squishy” to walk on! I don’t want “company” to track footprints from outdoors to indoors. I’m ignoring “company.” ~~ Honestly, I am overwhelmed with projects requiring attention!!
Three Quarters & Counting 