Overnight, the “charger” failed to charge the battery. This morning, a kind neighbor man (“Jerry”) removed the old battery and took it to Napa… and returned with a new $169.00 battery. ~~ I wish it were that easy to renew the power (“energy”) for this old lady. I don’t have a teaspoon of energy!!

It is a beautiful, sunny day and I enjoyed an hour outdoors. I did a few things in the yard, rode my three-wheeler, tossed trash in the dumpster, and delivered (returned) containers to the neighbors who brought food. Surprise, surprise, another package “smashed” into my mailbox.

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The KIA battery is dead. I was checking… because (Lord willing) I have an appointment tomorrow for my second Covid vaccination (postponed a week). Gratefully, “Mr. Red” was available and put a trickle-charger on the battery. ~~ I pray that I am able to make a solo trip to the doctor’s office tomorrow.

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THANKS to D.D.

In less than thirty days, these thoughtful gifts from Deb. Her loving kindness stretches all the way back to 2010, in New Hampshire. We met during my T@B Teardrop Trailer Travels.

Please join me in prayer for Deb because she recently experienced an injury—while rushing to assist another RVer.

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Above: Lorraine talking to Lorraine.

Yesterday, I spent many hours researching the family of a cousin. He emailed me with his request for help–but didn’t even say “thank you.”  Eliminate the negative, forget it.  “Accentuate the positive”—dwell on all the gifts–and prayers–I’ve received recently.

All morning, I have been climbing “the Apple tree.”  A cousin contacted me because he is having problems with Ancestry. (We’re all having problems with Ancestry since they made new changes!!) Look closely and you will see that I am NOT remotely related to the “Apple” family. However, if someone asks for help, I can’t say “no.” ~~ “Climbing the tree” (mental gymnastics) kept me from thinking about my physical condition. I’m feeling better… and no severe coughing spells (praise the Lord).

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Postscript @ 4:30 PM: I searched two alternate sources (FamilySearch and RootsWeb) and not a hint of additional information.

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The packages were shoved (“smashed”) into my mailbox. I ventured out in the cold and misting rain. I was eager for my “gifts”—and I had three weeks of trash for the dumpster (all those soiled Kleenex, etc.) ~~ With mail piling up in the box, it would have been nice if the postperson thought “Maybe she’s sick; I’ll put the mail on her porch.”

On the Praise program, on Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN), I was comforted by the conversation with Rick Warren.

If that link doesn’t open the Praise program, try this link. (The program should start after the “beet” commercial.)

Perhaps a reader of my blog would like to read the message from another blogger? I met “Ed” in my RV travels and have followed his blog for several years. Here’s the link and here’s to inspirational reading.

I’m so grateful for my Waco, Texas, family because they have taken good care of me. I appreciate friends (like family) from Florida to California who have shared gifts and restoration health suggestions. I’m “out of sight” but not “out of mind.” A dear lady-friend in Livingston, Texas, has been of enormous support. A dear lady-friend, in Jacksonville, Florida, has been my surrogate daughter.

“Orphan Granny”