Really tired blogger starting her day by publishing this message at 6:27 AM—and will add to it throughout the day. I just want to prove to concerned friends that I got an early start on activities. I was in bed just before 10:00 PM. The Dr. Scholl’s massager was discarded in about half an hour. I was still awake at one but surmise I fell asleep shortly thereafter. Wide awake at 5:10 AM and hoped to go back to sleep. Weary of “sleepless in my Waco bed,” I got up at 6:20. In the “cool, cool, cool of the morning,” I’m going to walk (and maybe ride my trike).

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Usually, I start my morning with inspiring messages on Christian TV. In my youth, we pumped our water. Usually, we had to “prime the pump” to get it started. I’m praying that walking—and biking—will (like “priming the pump) get me started.

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Thursday trivia: The local TV news showed pictures of the new $200,000.00 (two-hundred million dollars) Amazon facility that will hire more than 1,000 (one thousand) employees.

I worked in the carport, and storage, most of the morning. I semi–loaded the back of the KIA with stuff for a thrift shop. Honesty, I didn’t make a dent in the clutter!!

There was a Webinar that taught skills for the program that handles my pictures. I hope to eventually get thousands of pictures organized.

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Now, I’m making an exerted effort to do more walking. I took a small grocery bag, with trash, to the dumpster—and saw four discarded boxes. “I might need them someday?!”  So I walked back to my yard and got the ladder…  Later retrieved the ladder… so a reasonable amount of walking?!

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Confession: Ancestry sent an email message with three “hints” for individuals in my tree.  I limited my time to approximately one hour—in the early evening.

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Before 7:00, I rode around the Park on my three-wheeler. Then to my comfortable chair in front of the TV set. I always watch Tucker Carlson, FOX News–and the other conservative newspeople.

*****  (To appreciate “Wednesday morning,” you need to read “Tuesday night.”)  *****

Briefly, this outlines my Wednesday. “Up” at 7:30 but “so tired” I could hardly walk from the bedroom! First things first (right?). Brushed my hair and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I took the picture of the thermometer—and filled the Hummingbird feeder. At 7:50, I started walking around the RV Park. Mr. Red and Mr. Gill joined me. Along the way, we visited with Ernie, and Bill. They went to the Clubhouse for coffee and I continued to walk ’til 8:30. (During the day, I wrote down my activities so I could document them here.)

9:15-9:45: Sat in the rocking lawn chair, on the porch, drinking my first cup of coffee. A lady-friend, in Livingston, phoned (and interrupted my “quiet time”) and she updated me on all the news (gossip). ~~ Still pleasantly cool so I decided to ride my three-wheeler. ~~ I’m supposed to be “downsizing” but I added the toaster to my collection. (I haven’t had a toaster since I left Lancaster, California, in 2004.)  RV Park residents put their discards beside the dumpster for other residents to take.

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I wanted to add a picture of the Crepe Myrtle after I trimmed it (last year) but could not locate the blog message and pictures. 😦  I thought about harvesting the bell pepper but decided to let it grow for a while longer.  🙂

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I didn’t leave my home for more than one week. The “unexpected gift” (in the shipping box) was sitting on a table in my carport. How long had it been there? My lady-friend—in Jacksonville, Florida—must think I am so ungrateful because I haven’t sent an email message saying “Sincere thanks.”

“Discipline” and “restraint” to refrain from “climbing the family tree.”

Why do I spend hours researching and then another hour creating a chart?? In this case, I may be the only person who will take the time to document the families. I’m an old lady who started researching “the old-fashioned way.” Nowadays, Ancestry.com has made it so simple for “armchair” researchers to “copy” (and copy, and copy). **If** “they” are going to copy, I want them to copy my well-documented information. (FYI: This commenced with the email arrival of the obituary for Ronald Paul Flora. I shed tears, and offer prayers, for the overabundance of deaths in the Old German Baptist Brethren community and their [my] extended family.)

With an eye on the next milestone, I searched for clipart with the number 55555. See the powerful message directed at me. Yesterday, a lady-friend lovingly encouraged me to apply myself to the removal of the burdensome clutter. She called it “suffocation.” (Via a cellphone conversation, a gentleman-friend said the same thing a couple of weeks ago.) “If only” it were not so miserably hot!! “If only” I had some energy!! “If only” the Coronavirus hadn’t forced me into isolation (and depression).

Speaking of “depression,”  I gotta be honest (because this is my journal). I haven’t combed or brushed my hair; in my nightgown all day; didn’t open the door all day. Frankly, I don’t like “me.”

I was able to turn off the air-conditioner and open the front door. Oh, happy day!!

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Bob Hope used to sing “Thanks for the memories”  —and I’m thankful for “memory.” Recently, there was an exchange of email messages between cousins. My avid-genealogist-friend-cousin shared details regarding a recently researched “Showalter.” (Showalter is my mother’s maiden name.) In turn, I told him about searching for information about “Yellow Robe“ and Alfred Frantz. I added the name of William Frantz in relationship to desegregation. (Here’s a link to the earlier blog message about William Frantz and Ruby Bridges.)  I shared those names and details without consulting my Ancestry database (54,883 individuals).

First thing this morning, before my first sip of coffee, I felt compelled to check the accuracy of my narrative. (I’m obsessive-compulsive about accuracy.)

Seriously, I find myself cleaning up the mess that folks dump on Ancestry. Granted, there are so many families where the children have the same name. My most recent “mess” was two men named Amos Brubaker. “My cousin” (3rd cousin 3x removed) was confused with another Amos who belongs to the “Brewbaker” tree. ~~ Approximately twelve hours ago, I started documenting the (just arrived) obituary for a 6th cousin 1x removed. All this time on the extended family plus the creation of a chart establishing relationships.

With all the “family togetherness,” I couldn’t imagine that Amos was from an entirely different “tree.” I got out my shovel and started digging. (It’s a dirty job but somebody’s gotta do it.)