I awakened from a dream about aluminum cans. There had been a large social gathering for a picnic. I told the host to save the Pepsi cans. I was madder than a wet hen when I discovered he didn’t save all aluminum cans—only “Pepsi.” (Be careful what I say?)
Many comments greeted me when I checked my email messages. “Complaints” from a woman “mad as a wet hen” with my documentation of her family. I’m not shy about drawing attention to obvious documentation errors and the woman wanted the observation deleted.
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POSTSCRIPT: Hindsight, an afterthought, etc, etc., at twelve noon. (There isn’t anything wrong with my memory; my “recall” is slow.) Rita–the complainer—has my email address and could have written directly to me and not attach eight complaints to individuals in my tree. Rita has a “private” tree and does not share her information. Lorraine has a “public” tree (71,816 individuals) and gladly shares her thirty-five years of research. Read an earlier narrative.
Yesterday, I had the extreme pleasure of an actual tour of a Chip and Joanna Gains“Fixer upper.” The house is extremely gorgeous—beyond something we see on film.
I wish there was a way to fix“this old duffer.” I’d like to “wax eloquent” about yesterday’s adventure but too tired to type.
Postscript @ 6:30 PM: The TV news is so depressing!! I have watched a lot of “Fixer upper” programs on the Magnolia Network. One depressing feature regarding those images: My home is so unattractive (and oh so cluttered).
Postscript @ 7:00 PM: My neighbor just brought me a “just out of the oven” stuffed bell pepper. Yum yum, good. 🙂
Most of my readers are too young to remember Art Linkletter and People Are Funny. The expression came to mind as I glanced at an obituary before deleting it. The obituary arrived late last night, via email, and captured my attention first thing this morning. All I did (“first thing this morning”) was copy the written text and proceed to document it with the individual in my family tree. I seldom look at the supplementary information sent along with the obituaries. I do not know “why” I glanced at it… before deleting it. “OMG!! That’s funny.” (That’s a copy of my information….)
Today, I went “far and wide” (as I usually do) documenting additional information regarding the extended family. I created an image that illustrates familial ancestry as I saw it today. I spent about two hours researching to correct misinformation. ~~~~ (It’s my medicine.)
Recently, three statements have caught my attention. Last one first: “Possessed by our possessions” from the lips of one of my favorite television pastors (7:05 AM, 16 May 2022). Second: “Sitting is the new smoking” by Jesse Watters, a favorite FOX television host (7:00 PM, 10 May 2022). Third: “If something is hurting, something’s wrong” by the chiropractor, Dr. Scott Hannen, on TBN Christian TV “Praise” (13 May 2022). (Yes, they were so arresting, I wrote them down.)
God, my Heavenly Father, was speaking to me through Dr. Scott Hannen!! “OK, OK, I’ll try to take care of my health.” In less than twenty-four hours my experiences went from bad to worse; from cramps and pain in the legs, and fatigue, to pain so severe I could hardly move. (Dr. Google suggests Pericarditis.)
This morning, this is the scene that greeted me. I believe there is “a message” but I haven’t the revelation (yet). “Murderer?”
One of my granddaughters phoned yesterday and we had a long conversation. Oh boy, oh joy!! I’m pretending that I am “in the picture” with my son and his grandchildren.
Yesterday, I received email messages requesting information. I responded indicating I had nothing new to expand on the information I shared in September 2021. In my database, I recognize that (at that earlier date) I shared an abundance of information… and developed our “cousin connection.” Out of curiosity (this morning), I clicked on a link to his tree and was met with disappointment. Mysteriously, my “note” appeared (and I didn’t remember that I had a “private” note). ~~ My mind and body is moving slowly these days!! I had an invitation to ride to Walmart (this morning) with a neighbor but had to decline because I haven’t a teaspoon of energy.
I awakened from a dream about aluminum cans. There had been a large social gathering for a picnic. I told the host to save the Pepsi cans. I was madder than a wet hen when I discovered he didn’t save all aluminum cans—only “Pepsi.” (Be careful what I say?)
Many comments greeted me when I checked my email messages. “Complaints” from a woman “mad as a wet hen” with my documentation of her family. I’m not shy about drawing attention to obvious documentation errors and the woman wanted the observation deleted.
Three Quarters & Counting 