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“The old lady”  is being precautious. She hasn’t left home since the end of February. (Correction: She hasn’t left the RV Park since the end of February.) It’s a good thing she knows how to entertain herself with a computer? It’s a good thing she knows how to climb trees?

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Check this.

“This old lady” wants to curl up in a fetal position and suck her thumb.

This has been such a frustrating day!! Remember when I wrote about my website suddenly disappearing from the Internet? Today, a genealogy cousin worked with me for several hours in an effort to upgrade and improve researcher access to Frantz Families–Kith & Kin. Although I labeled this blog “confession,” I do not feel the problems were solely “the old lady.”  I “confess” to being uneducated when it comes to technical computer and Internet stuff. Maybe the vendors selling websites should make their product more “user friendly”?!

P.S. When published yesterday, I failed to mention that “genealogy cousin” and I accomplished the improvement via email messages. “Social distancing,” ha-ha.

Lots of lightning and thunder!! There were “sheets” of rain falling but the pictures do not capture the scene. ~~ The bedroom window was wide open–and that portion of my trailer home isn’t under the roof “cover.” Items under the window got soaking wet!! ~~ It’s too early to be “up” but I’m wide awake!!

Crafting another blog message.

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early at two.
little sleep.

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Tutu in a “play on words.”

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“Sleep aids” would be helpful but I’ve spent half a lifetime devoted to holistic health so I seldom venture beyond Melatonin.

The owner/manager of this RV Park purchased and installed the solar light because (in his words) “I like your bottles.”

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Remember the movie “The Lost Weekend“? Without a good night’s sleep, for me, it is “the lost day.” I hoped a tasty breakfast and a shower would energize me but no such benefit.

Yesterday, this image greeted me when I was ready to search for more clipart. I don’t type that fast but I spend a lot of time at the computer keyboard.

The Corning Museum of Glass has asked that we share their message.

Click this link and it will take you to my T@B Teardrop Trailer Travels where I make mention of my visit to the Corning Museum of Glass, in 2010. It is impressive (the museum). Recently (perhaps on PBS) I saw a very thorough tour of the museum.

Two individual clip art (left or above) that I imagined could send one smile—plus (below) a serious message.

Such a wonderful odor permeating my home!! Today I have the smell of bacon and onion!! Usually, I have a defuser sending a fragrant essential oil odor into my living quarters.

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“Is she sick? It has been months since she spent this much time in the kitchen!”

A thoughtful, considerate, kind, neighbor gave me this quart of local raw honey. I’ll try it in my “sun tea.”

A reminder: This blog is my journal (and I gladly share it with the whole wide world). A few of my friends in Livingston will comprehend the enormity of the following statement. For the first time in five years, I have fingernails. No, I didn’t “chew” or “bite”; I “picked.” I was always experiencing stress because my “landlords” found fault with me. “Picking” was involuntary. Since I’ve been in my new home—with a wonderful owner/manager of this RV Park—my fingernails have grown. Yesterday, the owner/manager (unsolicited) brought me fresh food and said: “I love your bottles.”