POSTSCRIPT @ 6:50 PM: After the evening meal, a neighbor resident helped me get the shelves out of the KIA and set up in my apartment. Eventually, genealogy books and newsletters will come out of boxes and reside on the shelves.

About eight hours, yesterday, researching and documenting these individuals. It was so complicated, I won’t bore the reader with the details. Dozens of Ancestry Member Trees have the incorrect information. “Members” obviously copied from one another. I wish “members” would double-check their information. Correction: I said “detective” but I’m just a janitor cleaning up messes.

Quite by accident—but there are no accidents with God—I stumbled across a TV program and the man was saying those remarkable words. I embraced the message because it identifies my mission with Ancestry.com. I feel like I received a hug from God, my Heavenly Father.

Note the sign hanging on my front door. I truly feel “thankful, grateful and blessed.”  However, today, I’m struggling with depression because there doesn’t seem to be any interest in my “for sale” trailer home. Furthermore, I haven’t located anyone interested in the bottle bushes and bottle trees. Likewise, I have “collectibles” that I will donate to an antique and/or collectibles dealer but no interest there either. It’s 5:00 PM and I’m still in my pajamas. I’ve been documenting, in Ancestry, all day because “climbing the family tree” is my medicine. ~~ When I see “gross errors” I create a collage to draw attention to the accurate information. (Depressed and “catty” [meow]?!)

The dessert at the evening meal: Tres Leches cake. At breakfast, while waiting for my omelette, I read the meal choices for the day–and the scheduled activities. In my mind, I questioned, “tres leches, what does that mean?” I thought it was French and, miraculously, I believed I had the answer, “tres, like très bien, very good” and “leches” being milk. I quickly thanked God, my Heavenly Father, for my memory that went back more than sixty years to the years when I lived in Paris, France. I double-checked—on Google—for the translation, and it is “Three milks,” in Spanish.

The meals are VERY GOOD!! This noon: Filet Mignon, mashed potatoes and green beans. This evening: Cheese quesadillas, red beans, and rice. The much anticipated Tres Leches cake was very, very good.

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I commend the men for their patriotism!!

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POSTSCRIPT @ 4:45 PM: Where is Peter Doocy?

Staying indoors all day, every day!!

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POSTSCRIPT @ 5:50 PM

Seriously, I would like to do some tasks outside my apartment. However, it is just too hot to be outdoors. I’d like to visit Laverty’s shop which sells antiques and collectibles. I’ll gladly give vintage clothing, bottle bushes and bottle trees, and other “collectibles.”

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POSTSCRIPT @ 1:25 PM: After lunch, a trip to my KIA with a few things, and return to my apartment with the step ladder. Not that I “need” a step ladder, but one more item that wasn’t left at my trailer home. Almost everything is out of the back of my KIA (a month after the initial move).

A small American flag  joined the red, white, and blue bottles and vases on my balcony.

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Observe pictures on my one–month anniversary. I’m displaying evidence of my “getting settled” progress. “Yes,”  I emptied all those crates.

POSTSCRIPT @ 12 noon: A busy morning.