Look what I published on January 22, 2018.

National Hug Day. (Click the link; read all about it.)

Squirrel Appreciation Day. (Click the link, check it out.)

I waited all year for this day and almost missed it due to National Hug Day. I have so many pictures of cute squirrel antics. I’ve shared  lots of pictures over the months but refer you to some the most recent….

Bountiful Blessings

Outdoor project indoors.

See this video.

“Yours truly,”  your blogger, lives in an RV community. There’s an area for folks “just passing through”; there are home-sites for “seasonal” residents. Then, some of us, year-around residents. I live across the street from the Clubhouse, on the “main” street (and see [almost] EVERYTHING and EVERYONE arriving and leaving Rainbow’s End). Motorhomes, trailers, pickup trucks, vans, cars… coming and going.

What are the odds that two identical cars would be parked at the Clubhouse at the same time? Often, half a dozen vehicles parked in that area but more than an hour with only those two identical vehicles is highly unusual.

Comment: X marks Lorraine’s location. I took above picture shortly after I arrived at Rainbo’s End. The sign has faded with the years (like this “old lady”).

…begins with the first step.”  Another title was considered “Dirty job–but somebody’s gotta do it.”

Reasonably nice afternoon and I forced myself to complete a dirty job. The ashes needed to be spread in the front yard before our next rain (within a few days).  I’d been told ashes are good for the grass and that project was started months ago. There is so much “yard” to “do” within the next few weeks, I must tackle some every day. I’m preparing for a HUGE yard sale with plants, planters, and garden paraphernalia, destined for new homes.

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Yesterday, a blog message  documented the falling temperature. Later today, I’ll survey the planters to see if damage.

In between “start” and “stop”…

Neighbor-lady, landlord, accosted me (1) accusing me of removing plants from front yard: “Where are the azalea bushes?”  I assured her I did not remove any of the plants but she didn’t accept my answer. (2) Demanding return of “her” wind chimes; (3) Access to the flag pole “because Ray liked to fly the flag” (and Ray died more than eight years ago). ~~ You ask: “Why are these complaints arising now?”  She was gone for twelve months of the thirteen months I’ve lived here. ~~ Not one word of appreciation for beautifying the “many-years-neglected” yard.

Gratefully, I’m heating homemade vegetable soup for evening meal. (No energy required.) Beautiful afternoon with lots of exercise. First: A long walk with my friend and her dog; second, yard work.

Four-forty-four in the morning and time to put my thoughts into writing?! Could not sleep; blog content spinning in my mind.

ABC-TV program 20/20 spent three hours last night describing “Unfaithfully Yours”—the television ministry of Jim and Tammy Bakker. I was never “a follower”; I didn’t contribute to their ministry. “A piece of my mind”  because “the media”  loves a sensational story. ABC resurrected a decades-old scandal. Anything to paint the Christian community in a bad light? Viewers might think all TV evangelist’ are unethical? Contributions might lessen for Pat Robertson’s “Operation Blessing“ and the 700 Club, or the world-wide ministry of TBN (Trinity Broadcasting Network). Franklin Graham fosters “Operation Christmas Child“ and Samaritan’s Purse. For several years, I was a volunteer with Wycliffe Associates. (Still a heartfelt supporter of Wycliff Bible Translators.)

Forgive me, I digressed. I have my own interesting experience with Jim and Tammy Bakker’s Heritage USA. I was working at Hallelujah Acres in Shelby, North Carolina. They regularly presented conferences regarding health and nutrition; attendees came from across the Nation. (Originally, I made the trip from Lancaster, California.) Several times, I allowed a single woman, attendee, to spend several nights with me, in my apartment (rather than expense of a hotel/motel). One such occasion: My car, my time, a trip to the Charlotte airport to pick up a guest. First thing the lady demanded: “I want to go to Heritage USA.”  I was new to North Carolina; Shelby was “north” but Heritage USA was “south” (South Carolina). I didn’t own a GPS at that time; I had to stop and ask directions. I’m talking about 2007 and Heritage USA was a shabby, neglected piece of real estate. But my guest knew it very well. She directed me into an adjacent subdivision and pointed out homes of “brother John” and “sister Sue” (individuals involved in the “Praise the Lord” ministry). She had been a frequent visitor and possibly one of the thousands who “bought” a lifetime membership to the Christian theme park, and hotel. We wandered the halls of the nearly abandoned once-magnificent building. MorningStar (according to a Google search) appears to own the property now and pictures are attractive.

Just another musing of “the old lady”  who traveled extensively, and enjoyed unique experiences. Through it all, a strong faith in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. An assurance that my Heavenly Father was (and is) directing my path and His love isn’t tarnished by scandal.

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