Isn’t there an old saying regarding “charity begins at home”? After my shopping trip, after purchasing several packages of cookies, I prepared a basket of goodies (Tuesday, Feb 28). I placed the cookies next to the coffee pot in the clubhouse of our RV Park. On Saturday morning twenty residents gathered for the monthly “Big Breakfast.”

True story: I don’t buy cookies (or candy) for myself. I thought cookies would be easier to serve than a cake—and I wanted to share birthday goodies with my neighbors.

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This afternoon, I took a small bag of indoor trash and a large container of yard debris to the RV Park dumpster. Then I checked the clubhouse thinking I might find an empty pink basket. Perhaps I’m overreacting but I feel I am being rejected. So-o-o, I brought the cookies home and I’ll enjoy Oreo cookies and “Texas Best Homestyle Vanilla Waffers.”

…for the birthday present.

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Reading my blog message about Springing into action, my dear friend, Deb, noted I was using scissors to trim small limbs. The scissors were adequate but these clippers are much better. So considerate of her to help me with my “yarden.”

Here is a picture of the mail in my mailbox on March 3rd. Surprise birthday gifts.

OMG, eight thousand in five months!!

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“Too err is human.”

I’m dedicated to accuracy so finding errors makes me sad.
Having the ability to correct… makes me glad.

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Remember my “mouse” problem a couple of weeks ago? Yesterday, I purchased a “wired mouse”… and opened the package today. It was cheap and the quality is equally “cheap” (one “wired” mouse displayed with eight or ten “wireless”). Later, when I began a search for my extra bank checks, I discovered a brand-new mouse an arm’s length away from the computer keyboard. OMG, this mouse is Superman “faster than a speeding bullet.”

“If” I were not so-o tired… “If” I cleaned up the clutter… “If” I wasn’t so depressed… these careless faux pas would not happen.

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Postscript @ 6:35 PM: I tackled some of the clutter and found this note with this unexpected, very welcome, message. This is a quote from Lloyd Ogilvie, my pastor at Hollywood Presbyterian Church, 1970s, 1980s. I think this is a message from God’s lips to my ears.

Make us people who are a lift and not a load, a blessing and not a burden.

…and not a drop to drink.”

I cannot tell a lie; we have water. I thought the old saying would be a “catchy” title for this blog message. It was my negative response to the perceived accusation that the water leak was my fault.

Beyond the fence, that’s my home.

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Adding/splicing a new piece of PVC pipe (last night) obviously didn’t repair the problem. More than one leak?

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POSTSCRIPT: 12:15 PM. The resident handyman just arrived…

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POSTSCRIPT: 7:00 PM. Not one single minute of work on the leaking water pipe project.

“YOU have a water leak.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Why are you blaming me?”

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The leak is at the street between the street and the tenant’s water meters. It happens to be in front of my trailer home space.

My favorite market but I haven’t been here since mid-December. In January, I picked up a few groceries at Walmart, after a doctor’s appointment. I have a lot of canned food but I’ve been out of perishables.

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The raid on David Koresh and the Branch Davidians (an offshoot of the  Seventh-day Adventists).

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The bush died because of a hard freeze several years ago. I created the “bottle bush.” Over time, the limbs became brittle and broke off so fewer bottles. Yesterday, the bush finale.

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“Death of my art project” was offset by happy moments (and happy memories) observing the artwork of a dear RVing lady friend.  The late afternoon sunshine illuminated my kitchen window—a rare treat.