Whether you are interested, or not, see what’s happening in Waco, Texas. It’s 84 outdoors and 82 indoors as I publish this message. Hate to turn on the A/C this early in the day.

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“The old lady”  was (is) tired but couldn’t go to sleep. After an hour—wide awake—I wanted to check T@B Teardrop Trailer Travels to see where I was ten years ago. I didn’t find a message for June 4th but am delighted to direct you to June 27th when I visited the Von Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe, Vermont. Personally, I was transformed back to that beautiful experience.  Continental breakfast was followed by a history tour and a long walk. Tears welled up in my eyes as I viewed the little Chapel when an angel appeared to me. Seriously, an angel appeared to me!! Here’s another T@B Teardrop Travel Trailer tale. If you (the reader) are clicking on the links, here is one more to read. I’m disappointed that I can’t locate “the message” I wrote about my experience at the Chapel. I remember it distinctly and can’t find the message. To recount briefly: On that long walk, I was climbing that hill “to Jesus, for Jesus.” It was very spiritual. When I arrived at the Chapel, I walked around it before I walked into it. As I came around the corner, a man was standing a few feet from me. I thought: “Where did he come from? There wasn’t anyone near me on the trail.”  Poof, he was gone! I have no doubt; he was an Angel.

It’s no secret; I’ve confessed several times that I’m depressed. This “stay at home, stay safe” is not to my liking!! I’m usually content with hours (or days) by myself but “total isolation” is “not to my liking.”  Looking at those pictures, my-oh-my how I have aged!! ~~~ It was delightful to travel vicariously.

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Avoiding the perpendicular pronoun.

Last night, no TV news about demonstrations, violence, and looting. America’s Got Talent, and World of Dance provided relaxing entertainment.

…so the rioting and vandalism became “personal.”

“Yes, Macy was another ‘cousin‘.”  Maybe a fifth or sixth great-uncle to be exact. Honestly, I have not added specific details to my Ancestry.com database. My ancestors on Nantucket Island, Massachusetts, were intricately intermarried and I’ve had no desire to approach that challenge. My research of choice is the Frantz family (Old German Baptist Brethren) versus my Quaker ancestors in Massachusetts.

TV news is so depressing!! Yes, I’ve watched… but I limit my viewing because I’m so heavy-hearted.  I can’t handle violence, looting, and protests on top of the Coronavirus isolation! It’s all so depressing (I’m so depressed), I feel lower than a snake’s belly.

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As frequently mentioned, this is my journal and I try to faithfully document what is going on in my life. Here’s the message I published on June 2nd, 2012. The June 10th, 2012 blog message has some “same theme” information. But the joy was my garden and thrill was Bluebirds in my yard. (Oops!! The links in those messages are no longer viable. JAARS has shut down tours, Second Chance Boutique is out of business, and that link to Red Hat Society. Here’s a new link to Red Hat Society.)

“This old lady”  is weeping with happiness!! My “mood” changed in about three minutes when I opened the unexpected package. A dear friend (whom I met during travels in 2010) said (in an email message) she was sending a washable mask.

On my “bucket list,” a visit to the Dr. Pepper Museum in Waco, Texas. The Coronavirus really put a crimp in my plans to see places of interest in my new hometown. I moved here the end of December 2019. Then we suffered two months of nasty Winter weather (so I stayed home). Now—for three months—“stay home, stay safe”  because of the Coronavirus pandemic.

12-noon update: Here is Deb’s response to my email “thank you.”

Oh good, it got there ok! I looked before and there were only ridiculous options, like a 2 liter bottle for $52. I bought a couple bottles here and was trying to figure out the best way to send them. Postage has gotten so expensive. A small one rate box is almost $20. So I decided to take one more look on Amazon. And I saw those, which were actually reasonable. I thought maybe I could find an easier way since it looks like there’s a Dr. Peoper plant right down the road from you on 84 or whatever that highway number is. Anyway, I’ll put those 2 16 oz bottles in my fridge, and “drink” along with you, lol.

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The mailman didn’t deliver the package; I didn’t see UPS or FedX. The box was on my front steps when I went outdoors to refill the Hummingbird feeder.

Happy face

The owner-manager of this RV Park—and two “helpers”—arrived at my doorstep, at noon, and they included me in their lunch plans. This time, we were enjoying hamburgers from (in their opinion) the best place in town. (Not a fast-food establishment.) When they arrived yesterday, and today, they said “It isn’t vegetarian.”  (Once in a while won’t kill me?)

All the kindness elevated my spirits so I worked in the yard for about an hour. It was “too hot and humid” so I was forced to retreat to my air-conditioned trailer home. I clipped off the “dead heads” on the rose bushes so (hopefully) the bushes will continue to bless me with colorful blooms.