I get “involved” with a research project and I can’t walk away!! This “mell-of-a-hess” was a challenge to unravel. All this because “cousin” sent a comment regarding an individual in my database. The problem stems from Ancestry Member Family Trees copying from one another rather than studying a record to see if names—and dates—are accurate. Below is something I labeled “inexcusable” (and [shame on me] I misspelled the word in the image).

…tomorrow morning when it is cool!!

I’m out of sugar, for nectar, for the Hummingbirds. The refrigerator is empty. I can’t procrastinate any longer!! I’ve got to go grocery shopping.

“I’ll not be defeated, I’ll not be defeated anymore”  are the words of a Christian chorus. I’m humming the tune as I start this message. I was “climbing the family tree” in my dream and I got up and came to the computer. From what I’ve seen (in my database), the details were eighty-five percent correct. My dream might be one-hundred percent correct? I’m known to be wrong. Last night (before ten) cousin Patrick (the obituary distributor guy) brought an error to my attention. ~~ OK, back to bed. ~~

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We Will Not Be Defeated
We Will Not Be Defeated Anymore
Jesus Christ Gods Only Son
Fought The Battle And He Won
We Will Not Be Defeated Any More
We Will Not Be Defeated
We Will Not Be Defeated Any More
Since The Holy Ghost Came In
Gave Us Power Over Sin
We Will Not Be Defeated Any More

In a dream, I was researching. It was a challenge but I successfully documented the man. When I awakened I thought I’d quickly write down his name and dates—but instantaneously I forgot everything. I’m starting my day exhausted because I’ve been climbing trees all night!! ~~ I’ll add to this message as I work toward making this a “good Friday.”

Sitting on my porch, drinking coffee, the thought came to mind “rabble-rouser.”  If it were not so miserably hot (most of the time), I’d “shake things up”  around here. All (almost all) of the residents are as isolated in their homes as I have been. The Coronavirus—and the variants—have stolen our lives!! Yes, I’ve had my hobby but I’ve missed social interaction. Even this morning, I am “self-isolating” because I’m not going to the Clubhouse for waffles and fellowship.

I started my day with a “trike ride” followed by some gardening—and “oddball” projects.

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“Special delivery” from Mr. Red: Two waffles. While it was reheating, I went back to my outdoor project. I “know better”; I “know” I shouldn’t be using the stove while outdoors!! (Bronze medal winner for participating in the game of outdoors??)

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I was “motivated” to work on projects in the yard, and carport. Regrettably, too hot!!

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Really tired blogger starting her day by publishing this message at 6:27 AM—and will add to it throughout the day. I just want to prove to concerned friends that I got an early start on activities. I was in bed just before 10:00 PM. The Dr. Scholl’s massager was discarded in about half an hour. I was still awake at one but surmise I fell asleep shortly thereafter. Wide awake at 5:10 AM and hoped to go back to sleep. Weary of “sleepless in my Waco bed,” I got up at 6:20. In the “cool, cool, cool of the morning,” I’m going to walk (and maybe ride my trike).

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Usually, I start my morning with inspiring messages on Christian TV. In my youth, we pumped our water. Usually, we had to “prime the pump” to get it started. I’m praying that walking—and biking—will (like “priming the pump) get me started.

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Thursday trivia: The local TV news showed pictures of the new $200,000.00 (two-hundred million dollars) Amazon facility that will hire more than 1,000 (one thousand) employees.

I worked in the carport, and storage, most of the morning. I semi–loaded the back of the KIA with stuff for a thrift shop. Honesty, I didn’t make a dent in the clutter!!

There was a Webinar that taught skills for the program that handles my pictures. I hope to eventually get thousands of pictures organized.

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Now, I’m making an exerted effort to do more walking. I took a small grocery bag, with trash, to the dumpster—and saw four discarded boxes. “I might need them someday?!”  So I walked back to my yard and got the ladder…  Later retrieved the ladder… so a reasonable amount of walking?!

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Confession: Ancestry sent an email message with three “hints” for individuals in my tree.  I limited my time to approximately one hour—in the early evening.

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Before 7:00, I rode around the Park on my three-wheeler. Then to my comfortable chair in front of the TV set. I always watch Tucker Carlson, FOX News–and the other conservative newspeople.

*****  (To appreciate “Wednesday morning,” you need to read “Tuesday night.”)  *****

Briefly, this outlines my Wednesday. “Up” at 7:30 but “so tired” I could hardly walk from the bedroom! First things first (right?). Brushed my hair and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I took the picture of the thermometer—and filled the Hummingbird feeder. At 7:50, I started walking around the RV Park. Mr. Red and Mr. Gill joined me. Along the way, we visited with Ernie, and Bill. They went to the Clubhouse for coffee and I continued to walk ’til 8:30. (During the day, I wrote down my activities so I could document them here.)

9:15-9:45: Sat in the rocking lawn chair, on the porch, drinking my first cup of coffee. A lady-friend, in Livingston, phoned (and interrupted my “quiet time”) and she updated me on all the news (gossip). ~~ Still pleasantly cool so I decided to ride my three-wheeler. ~~ I’m supposed to be “downsizing” but I added the toaster to my collection. (I haven’t had a toaster since I left Lancaster, California, in 2004.)  RV Park residents put their discards beside the dumpster for other residents to take.

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I wanted to add a picture of the Crepe Myrtle after I trimmed it (last year) but could not locate the blog message and pictures. 😦  I thought about harvesting the bell pepper but decided to let it grow for a while longer.  🙂

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I didn’t leave my home for more than one week. The “unexpected gift” (in the shipping box) was sitting on a table in my carport. How long had it been there? My lady-friend—in Jacksonville, Florida—must think I am so ungrateful because I haven’t sent an email message saying “Sincere thanks.”

“Discipline” and “restraint” to refrain from “climbing the family tree.”

Why do I spend hours researching and then another hour creating a chart?? In this case, I may be the only person who will take the time to document the families. I’m an old lady who started researching “the old-fashioned way.” Nowadays, Ancestry.com has made it so simple for “armchair” researchers to “copy” (and copy, and copy). **If** “they” are going to copy, I want them to copy my well-documented information. (FYI: This commenced with the email arrival of the obituary for Ronald Paul Flora. I shed tears, and offer prayers, for the overabundance of deaths in the Old German Baptist Brethren community and their [my] extended family.)

With an eye on the next milestone, I searched for clipart with the number 55555. See the powerful message directed at me. Yesterday, a lady-friend lovingly encouraged me to apply myself to the removal of the burdensome clutter. She called it “suffocation.” (Via a cellphone conversation, a gentleman-friend said the same thing a couple of weeks ago.) “If only” it were not so miserably hot!! “If only” I had some energy!! “If only” the Coronavirus hadn’t forced me into isolation (and depression).