I awakened to the horrible news about the storm in Tennessee. ~~ On top of “horrible news” about the extremely negative situation in Afghanistan, fires in California, a tropical storm in the Northeast, and an unwanted flood of illegal immigrants into Texas.

Disaster relief for Haiti.

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Now that’s a lot of sitting! One-thousand in seventeen days; two-thousand in twenty-nine days; three-thousand in two months.

Too much sitting!! My legs have been hurting (extremely painful). “Mr. Red,” the owner-manager of this RV Park gave me some compressions stockings and I think they are reducing the swelling and the pain. I know I should get more exercise but it is too miserably hot to leave the inside of my trailer home.

A still small voice kept saying “acquiesce.”  I vaguely knew the word but wanted the professional definition. I believe Jesus, my Lord and Savior is “my comforter,” and God, my Heavenly Father winces when I complain about old age.

Yesterday, an appointment with an eye doctor (after weeks of waiting). On Sunday evening, I consulted Google maps and had foreknowledge of where I was going. I was en route at 7:30 because I had been instructed to be there at 8:00. I wanted the alternate route but the woman’s voice on my Garman went ballistic saying “recalculate.” She was insistent that I go to I–35. Honestly, Waco traffic terrifies me and the 340 Loop is (perhaps) as busy as the Interstate. Construction on I–35 makes traffic a nightmare!! #1: I have anxiety just leaving home; #2, Waco traffic terrifies me; #3, Garman was extremely unsatisfactory!! I didn’t write down the mileage at my destination but undoubtedly more than the originally indicated “eighteen miles.”

New patient paperwork, wait, conversation with an assistant, wait, then the eye doctor followed by another wait. Finally, I received the report on my vision. On a scale of one to ten, my cataracts are a seven. I was told surgery would not help me read “the tiny print” so I declined surgery. Furthermore, I have onset Macular Degeneration and there is no cure for that.

The doctor put drops in my eyes so my vision was “fuzzy” for hours. For the first time in my less-than-one-year experience with a SmartPhone, I checked “maps.” What a surprise when a pleasant woman’s voice started talking to me and gave me specific directions to the nearby Panera. For more than an hour, I “hung out” and enjoyed flatbread pizza and lemonade. Then I drove around the strip mall and decided to browse a Dollar Tree. Honestly, I was very uncomfortable to be “out in public” so I consulted the map on my SmartPhone and the woman’s pleasant voice directed me to 340 Loop. I was home at 2:30 PM and I had driven a total of fifty-five miles. What a relief to be home!! (“Yes,” I had more pizza [the other half] for my evening meal.)

Nightmare  (daymare) experiences!! I’m back home safe and sane. Details later.

Maybe, just maybe, I can devote an hour a day to “downsizing” the thousands of old Gmail messages? (But I’d rather climb trees.)

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Here is an example of “why I love to climb trees.”  I see strange surnames.