If I should die from the Coronavirus… I am listed with the 2020 Federal Census. In my later years, I “lived” to document family, and collateral lines, on Ancestry.com. Recently, I posted cartoons and clipart that might bring a smile to the face of my readers. The Federal Census is serious business and should not be ignored (not a joke). I’ve learned names, dates, occupation, etc., while reading about “family” in earlier U.S. Federal Census’ records readily available on Ancestry. ~~ I’ve considered myself unusually healthy for “an old lady” (age 85) but this virus is not a respecter of someone who practiced “holistic health.” I haven’t left this property for more than a month. I seldom have contact with my neighbors. But I’ve received packages and mail. With 20/20 hindsight I recall that my neighbor was not wearing gloves when he used my clippers to trim the top of the dead tree. I wasn’t wearing gloves when I continued with the clippers. ~~ I reorganized the storage unit anticipating I would later return to the project of scanning genealogy, and family photos, and posting them to the Internet. More immediate “must-do” tasks have met with procrastination. I haven’t visited DMV with a change-of-address; I haven’t notified various business’ of my change-of-address.  “Next week, next month,”  I’d to it (DMV, etc.) when not plagued with Winter weather. ~~ Forgive me if this sounds morbid; I unexpectedly got “carried away” with the seriousness of the 2020 Census and the Coronavirus pandemic.

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Did you catch my faux pas? After this was published, I re-read and see that the neighbor was wearing gloves. I “proof and proof” but frequently “goof.”

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FYI: I returned to my earlier blog hoping to find a message about being documented in the 2010 Federal Census. No reference located. I was living in Shelby, North Carolina. If you are curious, look at the message for March 2010 where I was packing my possessions into a PODS storage unit. Frankly, I have moved too many times in ten years. (Moved too many times since I left Lancaster, California, in November 2004.) ~~ A second blog location has expanded information. ~~ I continued to search and here is my only reference to the 2010 Federal Census. (I enjoy going back to relive those earlier experiences. Travels then, isolation now.) Maybe I wasn’t counted in 2010?

Another package was just delivered by my postman.

HONESTLY, I do not know how to enjoy this much kindness!! A strange admission but I was rejected by my mother (at birth); I was rejected by two husbands and I’m rejected by three sons. This dear woman “adopted?” me during my travels in 2010 and has showered me with gifts during the past decade. This must be Heaven!! If not “Heaven,”  imagine how beautiful and kind and loving it will be.

Yesterday, the owner/manager of this RV Park gave me nine plastic gloves and three masks.

“The old lady”  searched a lot of cartoons. Sadly, too many cartoon messages are offensive (to “the old lady”).

“Maxine”  is fine?! Today’s humor is mine!!

Look who’s climbing a ladder and trimming a tree. (Day five and no Ancestry.com.)

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A kind, thoughtful, considerate neighbor volunteered to clip the treetops.

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There are several “empty” limbs. Those treetop limbs need “sanding” so a bottle can slide past the bumps. I’m saving for another occasion because enough climbing a ladder for one day. It wouldn’t be humorous if “the old lady” fell off the ladder!!

I’m told the tree was a beautiful flowering pear tree. It was struck by lightning and totally dead from that day forward.

Many weeks ago, I asked the owner/manager if “bottle trees” were allowed in this RV Park. He said it is my yard and I can do anything I want. How refreshing!! For six years, I had restrictions on my gardening.