Huddled in front of the electric heater–reading….

This ministered to my pain: Chapter four Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and be Happy

Forty-two degrees outdoors at 11:30 AM; forty-one degrees at two o’clock PM.

The indoor temperature is seventy-one; outdoor temperature still hovers at forty-one. Temperatures will plummet. I’m feeling grief because my planters are not covered and plants will be damaged by the dip in temperature.

When I purchased a new HP scanner in March (and a new Dell laptop computer), I never dreamed I’d be scanning reams of paper to defend myself regarding an eviction. “Never dreamed…”! Curious how these things happen? I was scanning semi-valuable file folders of family history and publishing it to the newly constructed Digitized Library of Family History. Remember the old saying “Learn something new every day“? **I am!!** Last night I searched the Internet for information about FAXing information from a computer–from a computer without a phone line. (Google searches, so valuable!!) Did you know you can FAX from a Smartphone?? I still use a “dumb” phone–and it serves me admirably.

Rainy, gloomy day; a “cold front”  is heading our way and we may finally experience some “winter” weather (so says the TV meteorologist). I cannot provide the reader with details about the amount of rain the past couple of days. I have absolutely no idea where to find the rain gauge; it is buried somewhere in the jumble of “stuff” in the cargo trailer.

Also hopelessly misplaced: Calculator. I was reconciling my check book register with on-line bank statement. Gratefully, a Google search produced an on-line calculator and I was able to complete my task.

Reading Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and be Happy:

The World’s Greatest Need

A little more kindness and a little less greed;
A little more giving and a little less need;
A little more smile and a little less frown;
A little less kicking a man when he’s down;
A little more “we” and a little less “I”;
A little more laughs and a little less cry;
A little more flowers on the pathway of life;
And fewer on graves at the end of the strife.

— Source Unknown

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Sunday,
sad,
sick
senior.

Gratefully, my 5th-wheel trailer home has not sustained the major damage experienced by another single senior.

Fog during early morning, overcast all morning, noon, and afternoon; raining hard at three-thirty. The “heat strip” is warding off chill in my trailer home; my furnace is still awaiting repair. I’m lethargic; perhaps too much exercise yesterday (rearranging [former] garden items). En climate weather affects television reception so I can’t watch “through the air” TV. My reading lamp is buried, out of sight, in the cargo trailer so I haven’t enough light to read. Repeat: gloomy day!!

No TV schedule but I found two traditional films: The Nutcracker, the movie, and A Christmas Carol (excellent, very British). I was wrapped in my Slanket.

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Perhaps I’m overly sensitive? I find myself persona non grata.

Allegedly, I live in a community of adults.  Today I discovered forty-one sites have new numbers painted on the street in front of their “home.” However, no number painted on the black paint in front of my home. Failure to identify my site (for emergency vehicles); isn’t that a bit childish?

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These numbers (above) in my adjacent neighborhood. I checked the other area, the other streets, and numbers at all sites.

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The stockings
were hung,
in the hall,
with care;
however,
Lorraine’s name
was not
found there.