but I’m not complaining.

Another rainy day and cool (and delightful) and no need for the air-conditioner. I have doors and windows open!! Isn’t it peculiar to have “yucky” and “oh happy day” in one brief message?

…stole the old lady’s pacifier.

Yesterday (all day), I did not have WiFi. Initially, I thought it was an outage due to the rainstorms. In total, three phone calls—with extended time on “hold”—and no service. The third call—to “customer service”—may have motivated someone to “do something.” Almost miraculously(?), about 8:00 PM, the light on the router changed colors and started vibrating, followed by solid blue light. Hallelujah, WiFi and Internet.

I’m making a joke of the situation that kept me off the computer and forced me to do some household tasks.

I’ve posted political messages lately so a friend suggested I include the picture and the message that accompanied the picture.  Not Lorraine’s words!!

The Mayor’s wife! This picture answer’s load’s of question’s.

WE must be politically correct. They do make a striking couple.

I actually thought it was a joke. But no, it is not. This is the Mayor of Chicago, Lori Lightfoot, & her wife, the First Lady of Chicago, Amy Eshleman. They’re comfortably overseeing the mass murder of blacks by blacks in Chicago.

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Of little or no interest to the reader(?), I post this image to illustrate the “overload” of obituaries I receive from a cousin. “Senior folks” joining friends and family in Heaven. While I’m documenting one… another email arrives, and another. It takes considerable time (for me) because I’m documenting the parents, siblings, children. With each individual, Ancestry may offer five to twenty “hints” and “sources.” Quite likely, a member of the family is already in my database; I expand that branch of the tree. My database isn’t “a tree”; my database is a forest.

Are you curious why an emphasis on obituaries? They are a “gold mine” of valuable family information. So many of my ancestors–and collateral families–lived in the same community their entire life. The dearly loved family member is usually celebrated in their church. The obituary lists parents, siblings, children, grandchildren, etc.–information that won’t be available on Ancestry for years. (This old lady wants her extended family [database] well-documented now because she doesn’t have”years” ahead of her.)

A cousin is sending information faster than I can type. My brain is spinning!! Correction: Two (2) cousins are sending information faster than I can document!! I’m about six “behind” with obituaries of other cousins and collateral lines.

Coronavirus made me do it.

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At this moment (6:40 AM) it is still dark as midnight! So strange because usually “light” at this time. An indication of the dense cloud cover. ~~ Two boxes were against the wall of the trailer, four-feet from the outside edge of the porch, but they are soaking wet. When I stepped outside the door, it felt like stepping on a wet sponge. Our weather has been blistering HOT (and my lawn had turned brown) and now we have a downpour (for hours). Gratefully, we won’t have the damage experienced during a hurricane but my heart goes out to the folks who are suffering the aftermath of Hurricane Laura. I’m comfortable, I’m dry, I’m safe from “the elements.”

(“Comfortable” until some radical kills this old lady because she has a Trump flag in her front yard.)

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Postscript, 8:00 AM.

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The weather is delightful; careless documentation is frightful. Why don’t people take more pride in their family history? Why don’t people take more pride in their country?

I was so lethargic; I had only accomplished two things: Coffee and two blog messages. Mr. Red (owner-manager) called and asked if I’d water the roses. He has been so good to me, how could I say “no”? But it was a rouse to get me out of the house!! He needed an item (or two) from his shop (at home) and insisted I ride with him “to see the country.” WOW, I saw his ranch home and his cows and calves. (I petted a cow.) I saw the location where David Koresh and the Branch Davidians had their standoff twenty-seven years ago. I rode on the old stagecoach route and heard so much history of Waco and the surrounding area. “Eye-popping”  visual tour.