Porthole

I woke up alive and life was good. I have so much to be oh so thankful for. Angels on earth have done so much far and wide to help me heal. I am just eternally grateful for these wondrous miracles.

Homesick for the ocean, I added a porthole to my motorhome.

I love the view of Pinehurst Gardens, but when the sun is in my eye, I use spring clamps to tack up an old bedsheet from the awning, to the picnic table. This keeps it bright and cheerful without being blinding. As soon as the sun moves, I can take the shade down or tie it off to the side. 

Part of healing is bed rest, it's cold, I'm sleepy and it's dark thirty.

See ya round the harbor...