Watching Chuck work hard mowing the tall grass MADE ME TIRED!!

Two Aleve  kind of day. My yard is looking much better after several hours attention. Then I took a nap on the lounge chair. ~~ My day started when I dug out sweat pants and a sweater (because it was chilly). Now–at 3:30–I have both air-conditioners cooling my trailer home. ~~ The weather is absolutely perfect!!

…too late smart.”  Today, I was washing rocks AGAIN. I wanted to “put them away clean.”  I “hosed” the skirting around the porch and the sidewalk in front of the porch. After a stab at “making the yard beautiful,” I remembered a costly mistake. About one month ago, the grass in the yard was turning brown. For the first time, I set up the sprinkler and watered the grass. Day and night, the sprinkler delivered water to the brown grass. I used 18,000 gallons of water last month!! Mr. Red–owner-manager of the RV Park–came to me concerned that I had a water leak. “No, everything’s fine.” I’m allowed 2,000 gallons per month and the “overage” is terribly, terribly expensive. I haven’t received the bill yet–but several hundred dollars!! How quickly I forgot that I must curtail my water projects.

Lorraine’s not perfect but she strives for perfection in her Ancestry database. Errors like this are among “pet peeves”!! It took approximately four hours to “get it right” and perhaps one-hundred individuals added to the database. Oops, I should have highlighted Mary (who?) Nebre/Nehre/Lehr in the first image (below). She had been confused with another “Mary” and it was important to accurately document the two women (both “Mary Neher” are very distant cousins).

‘Thot I had a “before” picture of the unsightly clutter in front, and side, of my trailer home.

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When I got started working in the yard, I couldn’t stop. I was tired but happy to see a remarkable improvement in the appearance of my yard.

It’s a dreary, gloomy day. This blogger (who stopped using the term “this old lady”) had a sleepless night and cramps in her legs. She was virtually motionless until a text message saying a delivery in twenty minutes. It was amazing how fast she got out of her pajamas!! She started singing and dancing around the house!! Honestly, she didn’t expect that BIG truck!!

The pictures tell the story: A resident lifted the Jeep Fire Pit out of the box and removed the box. “Mr. Red”–the RV Park owner-manager–loves the Jeep Fire Pit. Soon (and very soon), I’ll rush to the market to buy Hershey bars, graham crackers, and marshmallows so we can make Smores.

Please click this link to see my earlier blog message regarding the Jeep Fire Pit.

Yesterday was “The day…”  but I didn’t have enough “hands” to accomplish everything. Only two (2) hands but dozens of bottles. Yesterday, I put beautiful wine bottles on the recently relocated bottle tree. I trimmed dead branches off the rose bush.

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Roses in my yard, a few days ago. No, I didn’t drink the wine in those pretty bottles!!

The recent documentation of the “Frantz” cousin was “a piece of cake.” But I had “unfinished business” with the “Cripe family” and returned to hopefully complete that documentation. As mentioned in an earlier blog message, the individuals married their cousin—generation after generation married their cousin. I’m confident that other researchers were confused but I question why “they” didn’t question Aaron’s supposed marriage at age fifteen. ~~ Documenting this family has been a “crazy-maker”; my brain is spinning.