The self-imposed hermit joined a group of our RV Park residents for “Big Breakfast” in the clubhouse. I counted thirty-four people and everyone was so glad to socialize with folks they have not seen for months (or two-and-one-half years). This was one of the few times I didn’t have my camera with me—or nearby. This message is for the benefit of Jan, Jimmie, Deb, Janet—and Mr. Red—for repeatedly urging me to “get out.” ~~ Imagine this: I may get in my KIA and drive to the market. Truthfully, I have anxiety thinking about a trip to the market but (to paraphrase) “the journey of four miles starts with a single step.”  This morning, one-hundred-eighty-seven (187) steps from my front door to the Clubhouse.

Gospel truth: The last time I did grocery shopping was May 27th. I drove the KIA to the doctor’s office on June 6th and June 10th. No driving in July. To doctor appointments on August 4th, 23rd, and 30th. No driving in September.  With today’s trip, I’ve driven eighty-six miles since 1:30 PM, May 27th. ~~ Four hundred miles total since a trip to H.E.B. on January 20th, 2020. Yes, January 20th, 2020.

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Year after year, I have written a blog message about “New tune in June.”  Some are worth revisiting because of a touch of humor.  This year, everything seemed to “get worse” in June, July, August, and September.  I hope, and pray, turning the calendar page (and turning on the heater) will genuinely have me singing praises in October. (No rhyming words for October.)

I talk about my faith, my trust in God my Heavenly Father. Yet, this morning (11 o’clock) I’m having a panic attack because I’m expected at a “Big Breakfast” tomorrow morning (at nine). This is the first “Big Breakfast” since the Coronavirus pandemic started two-and-one-half years ago. As I’ve often stated, I’ve been a hermit. I do not want to be in a crowd of people—albeit perhaps only a small crowd and people I know. ~~ This is my Journal and I have to be honest about events in my everyday life.

Twice a day, I watch and listen to the message of Dr. David Jeremiah (6:00 AM & 3:00 PM on TBN). Today’s message [yesterday’s message] was uniquely different. and I recommend my reader watch and listen. I would be remiss if I didn’t tell my readers that I receive comfort from messages by my favorite TV ministers.

Click this link to go to the message for September 30th.

All is silent in my trailer home. I had to turn off the TV because the news about the devastation from Hurricane Ian has me in tears.

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POSTSCRIPT: I was drawn back to checking (watching) the latest information. Pictures like this really really touch my heart.

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My trailer home was not very warm; I had been wearing a sweater. I hoped (and prayed) that a shower—and wash my hair—would elevate my depressed and grieved emotions. Nice try? I’m still depressed!!

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Twice a day, I watch and listen to the message of Dr. David Jeremiah (6:00 AM & 3:00 PM on TBN). Today’s message was uniquely different. and I recommend my reader watch and listen. I would be remiss if I didn’t tell my readers that I receive comfort from messages by my favorite TV ministers.

Five hundred individuals were added to my database in seven days.

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Documenting obituaries—and adding information to individuals already in my database—allows me to ignore the fact that I don’t get a good night’s sleep. I forget my fatigue—and pain. I’m not thinking about Hurricane Ian or political discord. Ancestry.com is my self-medication.