Sunday, October 21, 2018

What is Black, Blue and Titanium?


That's a big bruise on my left wrist.

Instead of going right, I went wrong.

Gosh I hope I didn't dent the interior (the titanium implant.)

Maybe I could knock it straight again with a rubber hammer?

I hope a screw isn't loose.

How do you tighten up those titanium screws anyhow?

Inquiring minds want to know.

The other guy looks even worse.

Just kidding!

I was trying to fix my cabinet and my hand slipped and BANG.

When I get to heaven will they issue me an updated body?

This one is falling apart and rapidly becoming outdated.

Life is goof.


Today's wisdom:

 If you’re being chased by a pack of taxidermists, do not play dead.

 Thinking globally:

The reason pandas are so popular is diversity – they’re black, white and Asian.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Beautiful to be Alive

The dog and I are alive. It's a beautiful day.

Not sure how often I will get to keep posting here.

Daily life has become a huge struggle for both me and my dog. But I am trying to smile, be happy, pray for a miracle and do as much as I possibly can each day to make things easier, happier and... accept the things I can not change. 

Maybe that's the hardest part for me. Acceptance of the things I can not change (I seem to try anyhow!)

Another mountain of a chore is to remind myself over and over again how lucky I am to have this beautiful day on planet earth and to be grateful for all my blessings.

To all the wonderful angels on earth and in heaven, I am deep in your debt and very grateful. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

To the few devils who went out of their way to try to make my life a living hell, you did not succeed.

I'm alive, I'm happy, I'm thankful for this day.


If you're reading this then you woke up alive and that's a really great way to start the day.

 I am  very much just like this tree.

Still thriving in spite of past maladies.

For some strange reason, I see beauty in the odd blue streak.

Half the tree is dead, the other half is reaching for the clouds in glorious hues of green.

The unique blue streak is stubborn determination.

THANK YOU for plopping by today.

Life is goof.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Thrill of the Grill

From 90 effing degrees of hot humid weather to a cool 60F degrees.
Amazing how quick the weather changed for us overnight.

Sometimes a freebie ends up at my place.This grill with full propane tanks was offered to me for free when the heirs were cleaning out my neighbor's property.  I took it along with a bunch of dead plants because I wanted the pots to use. Magically many of the plants revived when I least expected it. I've posted pics of those in the past few months.

The grill sat covered up unused. Meat is so pricey, I mostly rely on dried beans for protein nourishment. Seems silly to try to cook dried beans on a grill. But who knows, maybe one day I would roast up some fresh veggies or something.

One day recently another RV neighbor said he had been on a special diet to lower his cholesterol. In his freezer were four pork chops that were taunting him every time he opened it up. So he decided that the day after his next blood test, he would cook the pork chops and savor them. He had been eating a mountain of oatmeal and beans in an effort to lower his cholesterol and avoid the drugs the doctor was pushing. He mentioned it was a shame his other neighbor with a grill had moved away because he used to cook on his neighbor's grill and share food with him.

As a joke, I said "Well I have a grill, beans and taters,  come on over and let's celebrate!"

On the appointed day he showed up and we fired up the gifted grill, cleaned the rack, spread some oil on it then he cooked the pork chops. The flame is a bit chaotic, but I guess that is what you call flame broiled!

Amazingly the chops were tender and delicious. Melt in your mouth.
He had two pork chops, I had one and doggy had some too. Yum.

Life is goof.

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Friday, October 12, 2018

Hurricane Michael Missed Us

I feel so blessed the hurricane missed us.

Just for fun the power company zapped us this morning with a brief outage.

But we woke up alive, so it's all good.

Dog and I are having issues with medical problems so can't write much today.

A picture of my garden from a few days ago.

And a picture of hurricane Michael before he slammed the Florida panhandle. Some see a skull in the middle.

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Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Shattering the Morning Calm

It's a beautiful day for a hurricane.

Hopefully it will stay away from us, but the forecasters are often wrong, there could be some last minute  wobbling.

Matter of fact the category 2 they predicted for hurricane Michael is now a whopping category 4.

Normally I hear birds going nonstop in the mornings. Today they are nearly silent. Did they flee the area? I hear a lone forlorn chirping, like a baby bird was left behind.

It's all clear here for now. Soon as I can get this pile of bones moving, I am hauling out the garbage and double checking my water tank to make sure it's full. Doubtful we will have any effects other than rains, but our well water in the RV park goes off when the power is off, so having a tank of water and 12 volt pump is ideal. I no longer have a generator, but I have batteries hooked into my 12 volt system for lights, water pump and running propane fridge.

I woke up early with a huge pile of mobility problems. My biggest problem is I need to learn to say NO. Somehow I got swept up into helping others, nothing wrong with that!  But my body is beat to pieces from helping others out recently.

While trying to make coffee and put away some hand washed dishes, I shattered a Corelle plate into a thousand bits and pieces that landed on the counter, in the counter basket, on the kitchen floor, on the step stool, in the dining area vinyl and carpet, on the dining chair, on the dining table and some bounced as far as the living room carpet too.

Corelle is very tough and virtually impossible to break, but somehow I managed to do the impossible.

I am super woman!

Rvers favor Corelle because it stacks up neatly taking minimal space. It goes into the oven, microwave, fridge and dishwasher. It's lightweight. Very difficult to chip or break. Most of my Corelle came from Thrift stores. Over the years RVing, I have managed to collect up assorted sized bowls, plates and serving/cooking pieces.

If you are trying to match up old discontinued Corelle or want something super unique, check out Replacements Ltd. They have tons of Corelle in current and discontinued patterns, shapes, sizes.

While thinking about cleaning up this monumental mess, making matters worse... there is no where inside my current RV to store tall things like a broom. I was unable to make it down the steps and out to the storage shed to fetch a broom until 2 hours later.

My body just would not cooperate with walking or steps. I may need a ramp at some point in the future, but the cost is so prohibitive that it's far down at the bottom of the list.

Luckily my broom is a rubber broom from Amazon. Most Americans are clueless what a rubber broom is, but let me tell you, it's the thing to own for multi-tasking. When I first relocated to America, I looked in many stores for a rubber broom and asked around. No one seemed to know WHAT I was talking about.

It sweeps floors, wet or dry, it sweeps carpet, yes! Carpet!  It can collect pet and human hair off carpets and upholstery. It sweeps wet leaves outside, pushes water, squeegees water. Imagine if you shattered a glass full of milk, a rubber broom is the perfect tool to corral and clean the mess up quickly.

Mine flips over as a rubber squeegee on one side and a broom on the other side. The broom washes clean, looking new again after each use. The rubber bits do not fall out like regular brooms.

To be fair, mine came with an extendable handle, so yes I can take it apart and store it in bits inside the RV, but lately it's been living fully assembled in the storage shed. I may have to rethink that if I continue to flail around smashing things.

Some days my body has different ideas about how to move about and behave.  Tsk tsk tsk.

Life is goof.

In case you are wondering about that rug... It's a cheap knockoff of  a traditional Persian design that looks very realistic. I am super impressed with it. When I first bought this RV, the dining area carpet had hideous stains and horrible cigarette burns. I bought this carpet to hide the mess because it was too painful to look at. My 4x6 rug was only $39 from A2Z rugs at Amazon.

Since then I've tried to level up the floor (it was at a slope) rip out the damaged carpet area, replace with a vinyl remnant I got for super cheap. That left the rug homeless, but I decided to put it back in the dining area to enjoy the look and feel.

Doggy loves to sit on it too.

Monday, October 08, 2018

Hurricane Michael and Car Schlopping

Hurricane Michael could be here mid week with torrential rains and 100mph winds.

My hurricane plans are being hastily slapped together. Not much to do. I can't evacuate. No car. No motorhome. No dog crate for the hurricane shelter. Besides, no time to train dog to live in crate. He has never been boxed up. Doggy and I will ride out the hurricane at home and pray for the best. Hopefully it will just miss us completely.

I've been emptying out my shed, trying to sell things to save up for a car. That means my beautiful potted plants could possibly hide in the shed and maybe survive too.

When I bought this old 5th wheel, I thought once I sold the old motorhome, I would be able to buy a hunk of a clunker to drive if needed. I need a car maybe once a week at most. But the 5th wheel I bought had quite a few surprises and then my old rig (my ailing failing body) decided to put up a fuss about daily living.

Occasionally I waste my time looking at cars for sale on craigslist. If anything, it gives me quite a giggle, but so far, no car.

Besides, it's kind of hard to go buy a car without transportation to go look at them. I did have a sweet deal on a borrowed car I used to "rent" but the delightful owner has now moved far away. There was another person that promised to sell me his old 5 speed (manual transmission) car at a whale of a deal. The next day when I went back with cash, he was nowhere to be found. Several days of trying to catch him at home proved fruitless. Then I found out he had passed away.

Today I found several bargains to choose from!

I posted excerpts from the ads then made my notes in italics.

2000 VW Golf 4 door 1.9L TDI diesel $500 (Summerfield)
Took the two drivers side doors, the bumper and the hood. Everything else is there. 

Only missing a few parts, nothing critical.

Only $50 (but it's a toy car listed with the autos for sale!)

Even as a toy it's a bit spendy, especially since it's already been wrecked. 

1999 Nissan Altima - $800                                                                         
The car runs, and it sometimes even starts immediately, but there will be times when it struggles.

I struggle to keep my ribs from hurting, but I enjoyed the laugh.

1000 OBO. Serious inquiries only                                                                        
Some kind of electrical problem, loses power completely randomly and won't start.                                                                         
Front seat won't raise into upright position. Has a bug problem.                                                                         
Runs great.

Won't start, but it runs great? Seriously? How do you push start an automatic transmission?

Dodge pickup $550 (lecanto)                                                                        
1974 Dodge pickup. Complete truck. 318 automatic trans. Truck ran when parked. Tires are bad.

Parked 8 years ago, only used for a few crimes and target practice.

Stop running 2days ago. I was told it needs lots of work on the modem or possible need to a new modem. The interior of the van needs a good handyman.

It probably needs "mo're dem" parts...

THANKS for stopping by today.

Sunday, October 07, 2018

Dump Fun

Dumpster diving in pretty places.

One thing I haven't found dumpster diving is a book on how to dumpster dive but Amazon sells them.

Wednesday, October 03, 2018

Remote Nightmare

The sun came up. Birds are happily chirping. Sky is confused baby blue with gray overcast.

Dog is alive but not awake.

My tiny potted garden is looking nice with some cheerful flower blooms.

Between angels, dumpster diving and watering, I am so blessed.

Except I ate the remote to the fan last night.

I've had this raging fever for three days.  All  I wanted was ice cream and of course I don't have any ice cream. Every time I woke up,  all I could think was if I only had some ice cream it would cool me down.

I guess I mistook the remote for ice cream and ate it.

Oh dear me.

This is gonna hurt!

On the bed table you can see a tiny remote. It controls a fan that sits on a builtin credenza across the room (not shown). The little alcove with the window above the pillows is the slide out to transform the bedroom into a palatial palace about 9 by 9 feet. Basically I can walk around the bed and that''s all the room there is. But I am thrilled to have this new arrangement. My bed in the former motorhome was boxed in on three and half sides. Making it up with sheets was a study in acrobatics. This one is slightly easier to make up.

For 3 days now I've had a gawdawful fever.. I've used that little remote fan button to blow cool air across me. The fan has 12 settings for speed and optional oscillating. All this is controlled by a tiny remote.

But last night I ate the fan remote.

Yepper. Fever does strange things I guess.

I was up early, fever and all marveling at what a gorgeous day it was and hoping if I ignored  the fever it would go away. I tried to clean up the place chasing out the germs.

A few hours later I had to return to bed. After taking out the dog and garbage I was still  just burning up with fever.

But the fan remote was GONE.

I searched the tiny bedside table which is about 10 by 10 inches. I was dripping sweat all over it. I checked the floor. I even checked the cabinets. For good measure I checked the vacuum cleaner.

I pulled the sheets off the bed and shook them out. No remote. They were stinky from the fever so I tossed them in the wash. I looked under the mattress, behind the mattress, all over the floor and still no fan remote.

When the sheets were dry, I put them back on the bed.

I flopped down to rest wondering how or why did I eat the fan remote last night?

With my fingers and thumbs I jabbed my stomach here and there, trying to push the remote to see if the fan would respond. Nothing happened and I drifted off into another world.

When I woke up, I searched all over again for the remote. Then I found a sliver of space between the diminutive night table and the wall. Could the remote have slid down there into never-never land?

Finding my long handle back scratcher I tried to poke around the dark sliver between the  builtin night table and  the outside wall. No remote.

Then it dawned on me. DUH.

Bring in the slide out and then look. The button for the slide out is in the bathroom under the sink.  The dog was amused and confused as the room began shaking. The bed and builtin nightstands began moving with a loud groan. This pushes the bed up against the credenza eliminating the walk around space. I crawled across the bed with a flashlight and a mirror. Then I searched behind the nightstand and I could SEE the remote.

There it was.

In never never land.

I did NOT swallow it in a feverish fit last night. I simply flailed around and somehow sent it to never never land.

But to add insult to injury, I could not reach the remote! I could see it with the hand mirror aided by a flashlight but I couldn't reach it. I tried all sorts of contortions. It had slid down and under the cabinet into a deep dark hole.


All this beautiful cabinetry is built in and disassembling it would be next to impossible.

DING DONG. Yes, I have a doorbell on the doggy gate outside. I climbed across the bed to go see who was at the gate.

It was my skinny neighbor with long arms. Well he lives several streets from me, but the fact a skinny person with long arms should appear at this very moment did seem serendipitous.

Angels appear when you least expect it!  I asked if I could borrow his long arms.

I explained that my fan remote was in never never land and I could see it with the mirror but couldn't reach it and I had to bring the slide-out inside to locate it. Now it was taunting me.

Well my angel came inside, crawled across the bed since you can't walk around it with the slide stuck inside and reached into never-never land and produced the errant remote.


I am SO happy to find out  I didn't really eat the remote.  It was just a bad dream fueled by fever.

Life is goof. 

Monday, October 01, 2018

RV Frogging

Froggy dearest.

Some of my past and current frog friends.

I have no idea what this means, but I have a clue. For 8 years I've had a froggy traveling with me. No matter where I am camping a little green frog appears inside or outside my RV. I've asked around and other RVers don't seem to have this froggy luck.

Creatures are attracted to me.

I don't feed them, I don't touch them, but I do have a great deal of respect for nature. Somehow frogs and many other creatures find there way to me.

What do you say to a hitchhiking frog?


 Let me in!

Let me in!

 I'm in!

A drunk is sitting at a bar, and says, "Bartender! Another drink."

The bartender shakes his head and says, "No you've had enough."

"Well," the drunk says. "How about if I show you something really cool? Then will you give me a drink?"

"Sure," the bartender says. "But it's gotta be pretty cool."

The drunk takes a tiny piano and a frog out of his pockets and sets them on the bar. The frog starts tickling the ivories, playing a beautiful song.
The bartender gives him a drink. The drunk downs it, and orders another.

"No way," the bartender says. "Now you've really had enough."

"If you give me a drink, I'll show you something even cooler," says the drunk.
The bartender agrees.

The drunk pulls out a rat, and sets it next to the piano. The frog starts playing again, and the rat starts singing to the music.
The bartender is amazed, and gives him another drink.

A man who had been watching all this comes up to the drunk and says, "You've got a million dollar act there. I'll give you $500,000 for them right now."

"Not for sale," the drunk croaks.

"Ok, $500,000 just for the frog."

"Not for sale."

"Ok, $500,000 just for the rat."

The drunk agrees, and the man pays him and leaves.

The bartender says to the drunk, "What did you do that for? You broke up a million dollar act!"

"Nah," the drunk says. "The frog's a ventriloquist."

There once was a little frog who wanted to take out a home improvement loan to fix up his pad. His name was Kermick Jagger.

He hopped over to his local bank, went up to the teller and said, "Hi, I'd like to take out a loan to fix up my pad."

The teller replied, "You need to see our loan officer. Her name is "Patty Black."

So the frog hops over to the loan officer's desk and sits down. When Patty arrives she ask, "What can I do for you?"

The frog says, "I'd like to take out a loan to fix up my pad."

Patricia asked, "What do you have for collateral?"

After thinking for a couple of moments about what he could offer the frog reaches into his little froggy pocket and pulls out a small white elephant.

"This is a very unusual form of collateral." said Patty. "I'll have to check with our bank president to see if it's ok."

Patricia goes to the president and says, "There's a frog named Kermick Jagger  who want's a home loan and this white elephant is what he has for collateral. What should I do?"

The bank president takes the small white elephant and after carefully examining it hands it back to Patty and says,

"It's a nick-knack Patty Black give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone."