…that is the question.

I’m so depressed by the TV news. I turn the television on for “companionship.” I bury myself in computer genealogy to escape from Coronavirus “stay at home” life. Many tasks await time and attention but I haven’t the energy—or incentive—to tackle them. I’m a mess!! Sometimes (like today) I don’t get out of my pajamas. Why bother? Today is another cold rainy day and I won’t be going outdoors. Nobody will see me so I’ll stay in warm pajamas, a warm robe, and warm slippers. ~~ Not a pleasant blog message but this is my journal and I’m documenting the “funk” I’m in. ~~~ Question: Why is “funk” associated with negativity? I have an ancestry connection to the “Funk” family (Christian Funk, my fifth-great-grandfather). So I went to Google and looked it up.

If you’re in a funk, it means that you’ve been feeling sad. You might be in a serious funk after your best friend moves across the country. One way to use funk is to mean “blues” or “depression.” Everyone’s in a funk sometimes — for some people, the shorter, darker winter days automatically put them in a bit of a funk.

…it’s not a lie! Out of the blue, I “stumbled across” another “Frantz wife” and mother. I make reference, frequently, about an unexpected “Frantz” wife. Here is the perfect illustration. Note that the relationship changed from “father-in-law of brother-in-law of fifth-cousin” to my “third-cousin-two-times-removed.” ~~~ I love, love, love “climbing the family tree.”

A cold, rainy day and, ALL  DAY, I’ve been sitting in front of one space heater and two computers. It seems—in one week’s time—we’ve gone from summer miserable heat and humidity to winter cold.

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Many hours later (11:00 PM) and no stopping point. “Cousin Charles” is well documented.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Did you know it has a name? Today, TODAY, it seems to be the catch-word in political discussions.

Coronavirus, hornet’s nest, red-ant hill… we want to avoid them. I accidentally stumbled into something equally as painful: Divorce. I was documenting a family (totally unrelated to me) and there are generations of divorce. It was my Halloween horror story!! I wanted to get everyone documented accurately so I was suffering the pain through one person after another person.  Why? I didn’t want to leave misinformation in my database. (I feel compelled to have my database 200% accurate.) ~~ There’s a scripture about the sins of the father visited to the fourth and fifth-generation. I’m looking at the person (I was researching) in a much-less critical way because s/he is a victim….

Sad to say, Lorraine is the most consistent “rider” in our RV Park? “Sad”  because the bikes are good exercise and provide social contact (at a safe distance). One lady was dissatisfied with her bike (her purchase) so I bought it. Heretofore, I’ve ridden the bikes of RV Park owner-manager “Mr. Red.” Now I hope, and pray, his bikes aren’t ignored.

Postscript: Less than half-an-hour since I published this… and now we have torrential rain!! Less than an hour since I was riding around the Park!! ~~ My lawn needed watering!! ~~ “Showers of blessings, showers of blessing we need!!”

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A sweater was unsatisfactory. I felt compelled to turn on the furnace.

A TV news segment said there is a renewed interest in bird watching. People enjoying “outdoors.” Sadly, I am no longer a “bird watcher.” This RV Park does not want bird feeders because the seed attracts mice. My feeders are gathering dust. The Hummingbirds have departed.  **If** I checked old blog messages, I could display pictures of birds—and squirrels. I miss them!!

“They” invaded my laptop computer?!

Did “they” come with the cartoon??  Perhaps a friend perceived this was going to be “a bad day“ when she sent the message in the wee hours of the morning? No, this “witch” didn’t “fly off the handle”  but she spent an hour on the phone with her Internet provider. It’s a mystery how I could have email (messages) but no access to the Internet.

Considering the frustration experienced by your “addicted to genealogy” blogger friend, without access to the Internet, this milestone is anti-climatic. One-thousand in two weeks does not include 313 people in a new tree for a friend.

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Because of computer limitations, I took a picture to record the event. There’s an old saying “Figures don’t lie but liers can figure.”  The date on the picture verifies time and number.

Here is another message that has been gathering dust in a “draft” file.

Here is the quote (I think):

“You will not apply my precept,” he said, shaking his head. “How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come?”

The Sign of the Four, ch. 6 (1890), Sherlock Holmes in The Sign of the Four (Doubleday p. 111)

Cousin Leland sent this weeks ago (months ago) when I wrote about one of my “detective” Ancestry projects. I failed to “save” it and had to request it–late August.