Monday, May 20, 2019

SNAKE!

Watch out it's a snake, he's wearing denim, he's shooting venom
you can find him in the back seat of your car
you can find him in the neighborhood bar

Partial Lyrics from Rickey Godrey's song The Snake, from the album Let The Big Dog Eat

That brings back some pleasant memories of time well spent messing about with music. I had Rickey's album on vinyl in the 80's at my then home in South Carolina. Rickey and I hail from the same hometown. Matter of fact we grew up just blocks apart but we didn't become friends until we were young adults. I had heard of him as a teenager because he fought mightily with the South Carolina school system for a right to an education (a battle I later had to fight for myself, for different reasons.)

Rickey had been schooled at  the South Carolina School for the Deaf and Blind. He wanted to attend the local high school. The SC education system wanted him to stay put. Finally he won over and was able to enter the high school where he met my brother (now deceased). They used to battle wills over a chess board. The high school was in awe of this young blind man who spent his weekends playing in bands, most notably Garfield Ruff which was picked up by Capital Records.

Speed forward a few years... at that time my career in the states had me working around assorted businesses that were connected by music and musicians. I was tired of a long commute and had bought a home near my office.

Rickey and other musicians  would often visit and play music at my house. In those days I had a piano, a guitar, microphones, speakers and the ubiquitous stereo with a turntable.

I was trying to remember the words to his snake song, so I decided to call him up. I figured I would get his voice mail, he's a very busy musician, always on the go.   But he answered and I was doubly surprised. We were both almost talking at once, where are you? I'm in Nashville, where are you, I'm in a tiny town way out in the country in Florida, somewhere between Orlando and Tampa. 

We were so busy yacking it up that um well, I forgot to get the lyrics to The Snake. Ooops!

So to make a short story even longer... this morning I was trying to get ready to go ride my bicycle and take the garbage to the dumpster. 

When SNAKE!

I do not like snakes. So I am always startled when I encounter one. I tend to say something like "agggggggggg" at the top of my lungs and typically run the other direction. 

I had already stuck a small grocery bag of garbage in my rear bicycle basket. I had walked back inside to go get water when I realized my water bottle was still on the bike from last evening. As I reached over the front basket to grab the bottle I wondered why there was a big rope dangling there then I realized there should not be a rope there, but I was inches away from a very long rat snake's head!

SNAKE!

AGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!




When I moved here to this little lot in the middle of nowhere in Florida,  I threw up this  bicycle shelter after hurricane Irma, with a little help from a friend and some judicious dumpster diving. I found the gray tent tarp in a dumpster at Wickham Park in Melbourne, Florida a few years back. It looked brand new. Folded up it took scant room in my motorhome and was just one of those useful things riding around with me. It sure did come in handy making this little bicycle shelter. Even though my lot came with a shed, the bicycle does not fit inside the shed very well at all. The way the lot is laid out and the way the shed is located with the door and so on, it's just not workable to put the bike inside the shed sad to say.

My bicycle cover had become wore out from the sunshine and was no longer waterproof or weatherproof since it was ripped and more or less dry rotted from tons of use. I had taped it up when I was sitting in North Georgia after running from hurricane Irma (fall of 2017). However Irma sent torrential rains to north Georgia (I was camping near Helen, Georgia, the little town converted to look like a place in the Bavarian alps.) and knocked down a lot of trees which took out the power, cable, internet and water since the camp was on well water pump. Those pesky pumps like elec-tricky to run. Afterwards, I discovered my bicycle cover was not exactly waterproof. In those days in my motorhome, I traveled with the bicycle on the back of the RV on a homemade bike rack.

Returning to Florida and my RV lot home, I wanted something to help protect my bicycle from the elements.

I did go get help but I managed to snap a blurry picture of the snake. My hands were shaking!

He was LONG and the man who helped me says he was a rat snake and somehow in the removal the snake escaped and ran for cover down a hole under the shed.

Which is how I came to be sitting here trying to remember the lyrics to

Watch out it's a snake, he's wearing denim, he's shooting venom
you can find him in the back seat of your car
you can find him in the neighborhood bar...

That song is of course about a different kind of snake...





Saturday, May 18, 2019

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. 
It turns what we have into enough, and more. 
It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. 
It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. 

Melody Beattie

It was early morning fog when I snapped this picture.
Some days I ride my bicycle or walk my dog to go look at this diminutive aerated pond. 
Waterfalls can produce negative ions and positive vibes. 
Perhaps it's why it naturally attracts me to seek out this brief euphoria.
I focus on the water, listening to the droplets fall, trying to remember to be grateful, grateful, grateful.
A simple start to a great day.


May your day be full of joy and peace.





Tuesday, May 14, 2019

I was lost in thoughts... in unfamiliar territory.



Never give up.

These plants give me hope every day.

A little water, a little food and loads of love.

I can survive, grow and blossom!


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My friend had done a ton of work helping me after my hospitalization. Around his birthday I was fishing for ideas while we chatted outside on my patio.

He said "I don't *curse* need *curse* a thing. I have *curse* everything and *curse* just want to *curse* forget my birthday *curse* this year.

Every time he cursed he was swatting at a pesky mosquito.

So I bought him the Black Flag Bug Zapper.
 
The day he opened it,  a mosquito magically appeared. This thing made a huge satisfying crack while the mosquito was pulverized. He was hooked and dispatched about 10 more mosquitoes then went hiking in search of more.

He was like a child with a new toy... at age 72!

I've since had a few phone calls about how much he loves sapping mosquitoes.

Life is goof.









Sunday, May 12, 2019

Dear Mom

Today I asked an angel to fly over the rainbow and deliver a message to my beloved mother:


Dear Mom,

Thank you for not selling me to the circus.

Happy Mother's Day!

Wednesday, May 08, 2019

When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.





Life is beautiful.

Be kind to others.

Their rope might be frayed, their knot might be loose.

Spring has sprung and these gorgeous flowers above were in a memorial garden.

Sending you all peace and love.

May your day be splendid.










Sunday, May 05, 2019

Thursday, May 02, 2019

Magical Rainbows

A small prism hangs outside my tiny home. These magical rainbows appeared this morning giving me smiles and joy.  I even managed to capture them on camera for you to see too. I had been sitting there with eyes closed praying for a miracle. When I opened my eyes the little rainbows seemed to be surrounding me.

Some believe that crystals and prisms hung in the window help  increase chi energy. Crystals and prisms are often used in Feng shui which is the traditional Chinese method of arranging the human and social world in auspicious alignment with the forces of the cosmos, including qi and yin-yang.

Feng shui, especially as it affects interior design is increasing in popularity across many cultures.

Chi (pronounced chee)  translates roughly to "vital energy" in Chinese (also spelled Qi). It refers to the life force that flows through all plants, animals and human beings. "Chi" is that energy in the body which makes us alive.

Native Americans have the Great Spirit which permeates the universe.

Nearly all cultures and beliefs seem to have their own word for chi.

Being alive, feeling alive it's all feels so GOOD no matter how it's achieved.





Nothing wrong with believing in miracles and rainbows (and of course mermaids!).

Inner peace.
Outer harmony.

Life is goof.


Monday, April 29, 2019

Everyday is a beautiful day.

Even when bad things happen.

It's still a good day to wake up alive,


And start living.



 


Monday, April 22, 2019

Punny Funs

Easter was wonderful.
I hope the bunny wabbit did not give you an eggache.
Typing this is hard eggs-ercise for me.

I figured out why I am so tired in April... I just had a long March.

Yesterday my long hare was almost caught in the fan. It almost took ears off my life.

Hoping you had a hoppy Easter too.

Mine was eggs-ceptional.

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Saturday, April 20, 2019

Easter

Whether you hop to church or dance to the bunny hop, have an eggstra special Easter.


May your basket be full of eggstravagance
And your heart be empty of sadness and badness

Fuzzy wuzzy was a hare-less bunny
Fuzzy wuzzy thought this funny
Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fussy was he

Thanks for hopping by today.
Have an Easter Blessed Mess with your Beaster Bonnet

Laugh and Love
It's free
(And goof for ya too!)


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Thursday, April 18, 2019

Alive and confused.

Nothing new about that!

Today is a gift.

Treasure it.


I am grateful to my awesome readers and earthly angels.

Bless you for your compassion.

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Laugh and enjoy the moment!

Life is goof. 
 

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

One Two Three

Three things in human life are important:
the first is to be kind;
the second is to be kind;
and the third is to be kind.
                                                           ~William James



Monday, April 15, 2019

Shopping for a Vehicle

I am out looking at cheap used cars and trucks for sale.

I don't mind ugly, as long as it runs fine. 

The good news is, Amazon carries oodles of car parts and supplies at bargain prices.

You can list the vehicle you own and they will tell you which parts do and don't fit that one.

Somewhere over the phone talking to the owner of this bargain beauty (pictured below)  there was a miscommunication about how "ugly" I could go...

At this point and time in my life, I prefer something with doors.

Even ugly doors will do.

Just please include doors before you tell me "It's ugly but it runs great..."


My friend who drove me to go look at this politely suggested that PERHAPS I need to rethink my budget.

Hmm... Ya think so?

Life is goof. 








Saturday, April 13, 2019

So Confused

I was at a restaurant recently.

On the chalkboard was:

AYCE Fish for $8.99
SENIOR Fish $5.99

So... I asked the waitress about this AYCE fish. I've never heard of that. Is that a new type of farm fish?
She said AYCE is for "All You Can Eat" fish. Do you want that?

Well, I can't eat that much. So I asked her "Just how old is that senior fish?"

She rolled her eyes and said "It's 65, one serving, do you want that?"

Well, no, I don't want to eat 65 year old fish.


If you're reading this then you woke up alive.

Smile and laugh (It's good for you!)

I woke up alive too. 

Probably because I did NOT eat that 65 year old fish!

Life is goof.















Thursday, April 11, 2019

Yippee Doodle Do!

The sun came up.
I woke up alive.
It's another day, another miracle!

Thank you for stopping by today.
Life is goof!

Where ever you go, there you are.

I'm all here, cause I'm not all there!

Laugh and smile.
It's great to be alive.







Sunday, April 07, 2019

Nirvana



Being well, staying well, it's not easy but is it fun?
I'm struggling here, but I tell myself over and over it's going to be OK.
I am super lucky and deeply grateful to have a roof over my head, food, and awesome earthly angels.
Many are struggling with a lot more and many with a lot less.
Happiness has no price.
Smile, laugh, be grateful and get on with living.
It's a beautiful day to wake up alive.

A few more days of waking up alive and I might make it to another milestone, my 60th birthday.
Ya know what I think?
The first 60 years of childhood are the most difficult!

May you go in peace where ever you are where ever you go.

If you are reading this then rejoice, you woke up alive!

Thank you for rocking my world.

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

Rejoice and Smile



The world is a beautiful place.
If you are reading this, then you woke up alive.
Rejoice!
Smile!
Live!
Be grateful!
It's another blessed day to love others and behold this miracle for all it's worth.
A new day.
Like none ever before.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!




Fun Facts:
While typing this, a tree branch from overhead dropped down on my roof making a horrific noise that jump started my heart. I'm wide awake now!

Life is goof.

In a few days I hit the big six-ut-oh milestone and I am wildly excited and super grateful that this possibility might become reality. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh and giggle. Maybe I  have nine lives and perhaps I've used up eight of those already, but today, this hour, this moment is a treasure and a gift.

Speaking of beauty...
The stained glass art featured here is available from Amazon.

THANK YOU for stopping by today!



Monday, April 01, 2019

Alaska Finally



Life is long, death is short.

I want to live life to the fullest!

My fifth wheel has been up for sale to pay for the medical bills. A few weeks ago a guy in a VW camper van came by with another couple to look over my fifth wheel. The couple was shopping, the guy in the van was just coming along cause he was curious and all three were friends. While I was showing off the fifth wheel he flirted outrageously with me and said he wished he could find someone like me to go to Alaska for the summer. I don't know WHAT it was, but we just hit it off and I was sad I couldn't just hop in his van and go see Alaska.

I've never seen Alaska. It's been a long time since anyone flirted outrageously with me and he just seemed like an old leather shoe that fit perfectly, easy going, comfy and dependable.

He called me a few more times and said ya know, there is just something about you. I feel like leaving for Alaska leaves a  big hole in my heart. Maybe we could stay in touch by phone?

Then this weekend, well Friday morning,  a couple came to see my fifth wheel and bought it! Yippee! Now I have to find somewhere else to live because they want to haul off my RV as soon as possible. We made the deal at the bank so their money is my money and it's all a done deal.

Then a lightbulb came on in my head.

I called  the VW camper guy and asked him if he still wanted to go to Alaska with me for the summer.

He said yes he was camping almost 200 miles away, on his way to Alaska already, but he would turn around and come get me and my dog Monday morning because he had something to do with old friends Sunday where he was camping, but Monday morning he would fetch me. We talked on numerous  phone calls and giggled like teenagers, this seems like such fun already!

His VW camper van is small. But Sunday morning I picked out 5 outfits, packed those, packed a few dog toys and some dog food. What to do with the rest of my stuff?

Someone in the park told me about a guy who buys anything so I called him. I made him a "take it all" deal. He gave me a few hundred and yesterday he emptied out my closet and shed,loading it all up into his  box truck. I called the couple and told them they could have my fifth wheel anytime.

Last night I could hardly sleep, bye bye Florida, hello Alaska!

It's been a busy weekend and I am just exhausted but excited! Around 8 am, the couple hauled off my fifth wheel so now I am sitting here in the rec hall at the RV park with my two very small bags waiting on the VW camper to pull up any minute. The dog and I have paced back and forth between the rec hall and the park entrance, looking for the VW camper.

Finally I called the guy, to find out how close he was to coming to pick up me and the dog. He had told me last night he was going to leave around 4am to come get me and should be here by 8 or 9am. It was now 11am when I called him.

I enthusiastically told him how I had crafitly sold EVERYTHING and was just sitting here in the rec hall waiting for him to show up. The fifth wheel was already moved and gone, so there would be no delays.



Freedom! On the road again!

He said "APRIL FOOLS I am not taking you to Alaska" and hung up the phone.

I called him back so we could have a good laugh, but he is not answering.

Is he stuck in traffic?

Is his phone battery dead?

Did he have a flat tire?

Is he lost?

Does he remember how to get here?

He said he had GPS to find me.

Did I make this decision in haste?

Will I regret it?

WHERE is he?

I will call again.

Well, I am back.

I called him 3 more times and still no answer.

Matter of fact, I borrowed someone else's phone and called him from their number a few times.

Still no answer.

Is he OK?



Will he pull up any minute now and we can have a good long laugh and get on our way?

How long before he gets here?

How long before you figure out this is my April fools on you?

In case you are wondering...
I am still living in my little old fifth wheel, nothing was sold or moved.


Have a happy April Fools day!



Saturday, March 30, 2019

De Ja Voo-Doo!

If you read about The Dreadful Event then you know why I have been hiding at home, afraid to go out in public. 

However, yesterday I was forced out of my home in order to visit a doctor. Yuck yuck yuck. I've carefully avoided  doctors and medical facilities since the horrible hospital ordeal that still gives me frightening nightmares. I pray those will go away and stay away forever. 

Also the mountain of chemicals forced into my body at the hospital have really played havoc on my recovery as my body detoxes from all that. 

I am on one prescription and it was running out. I thought I could learn to live without it, but my body thought otherwise. So I had to find a new doctor and convince him to renew my one prescription. Docs want me on a big long list of drugs and I have many valid reasons why I prefer to be a minimalist. I have discovered... many docs simply refuse to deal with people like me. With so many medical practices being run by big corporations that dictate to the doctors to push pricey drugs and endless tests so they can earn kickbacks and maximize profits, it seems the patient's real concerns are totally ignored. 

Patient health care. 

It seems to no longer be about the patient or health or care.  It's all about maximizing profits. Sure there are some good doctors out there, and if you have one, hold onto him/her for dear life.

Even on this visit, the lady interviewing me asked me four times about me only having ONE prescription drug. She seriously wanted me to be on more drugs and found it very hard to believe I was only on one. Over and over I said "I prefer as few drugs as possible!"

Through a miracle, I survived the doctor visit but it took it's toll on me. For some strange reason doctors and nurses refuse to believe I have normal blood pressure. So they checked it several times shaking their heads in disbelief. "It's normal." It's unclear to me why they want me to have high blood pressure, what's wrong with being normal?

I am weird in so many ways, it's nice to be normal about SOMETHING. 

I have not had high blood pressure in over 40 years. At that time, it was discovered that a drug I had been prescribed was in fact causing my high blood pressure, so the doctor removed me from that drug and said, well, now it should return to normal and it did and has stayed that way for 40 plus years. 40 years ago... I had a doctor that genuinely cared about me so she was upset when my blood pressure shot up and did some research to find out DUH... it was the prescription. She didn't try to put me on a ton of other drugs, she said I am concerned your blood pressure has shot up high and we are going to get to the bottom of this. Oh I wish I had her for a doctor now. She wanted her patients to get well and stay well with as few drugs as possible. 

But I digress...

On the way home I decided to throw caution to the wind and step inside the scratch and dent store to see if their $1.00 a loaf Pepperidge Farm breads had arrived. 

That's the place where the dreadful event occurred last time I dared to go out in public.

There was a different cashier there and the owner who I had shocked on my previous visit, was in his office. So I thought I could shop in anonymity. 

Ha ha ha!

What was I thinking?

I grabbed a few items and yes the assorted breads were in stock (they go quickly and many times the store is out!)

 I pulled up to the new cashier and she went off duty and the OWNER appeared in her place. I am sure he remembered me and the dreadful event because first he greeted me warmly then did a double-take. I probably turned 42 shades of red.  

I could see the recognition in his face.

He was having a rough time with the register. Maybe he was nervous fearing I would once again sneeze at both ends and part with a fart louder and longer than the passing train. De ja voo-doo!

Like I did before... during the dreadful event.

Meanwhile the usual cashier breezed in the door announcing she was back from lunch.  She came over to help the owner at the register, giving him instructions how to straighten out the mess. Finally I spoke up and said in all seriousness to the owner who looked embarrassed that he had messed up the register,  "Sir! I am going to notify the owner that you need more training on the register!"

Well it was an ice breaker. 

He roared with laughter. That fear on his face of "Oh-my-gosh that's the lady that emptied out my store weeks ago with her two mile long deafening fart and sneeze..." suddenly vanished. Of course I knew he was the owner. I was just trying to shake things up since we were both standing there equally embarrassed.

The friendly cashier explained to me "You know,  he IS the owner!" 

Now I was laughing and racing for the door before my body could do anything new to embarrass me. 

Life is goof. 

THANK YOU for stopping by today. 
I woke up alive and it's a great start! 
 




Thursday, March 28, 2019

Sailing Vessel Sea Rose

This was my home for many happy years, on a boat afloat in a far flung port.

I rebuilt this old boat from a hurricane Hugo salvage in the Virgin Islands. I renamed her Sea Rose to give her good luck.

It took years of very hard work, a mountain of mail order how-to-books and numerous parts gathered from dozens of ports. Some arrived by mail. Others were collected along the way. Some came 1400 miles on  the grocery boat. The 42 foot mast traveled 3000 miles by truck  then another 1200 miles on a Windjammer ship named Amazing Grace. I had to travel mast-less by motor to a different country just to rendezvous with the ship to collect my mast.

I worked on yachts as professional crew when I wasn't home rebuilding my boat. Some times I was gone for weeks or months traveling far and wide leaving my little boat, a work in progress bobbing in the harbor while neighbors and friends kept watch for my return.

No one thought a girl could do it alone.

But I didn't care what they thought.

I did it anyways!

The crazy girl that could and did.

Fun facts...

I sailed her with a compass. No electronics.

A salvaged solar panel provided power for lights, fan, water pump and marine radio.

I caught rain water and used that to fill my tanks so I could shower, make coffee and wash dishes.

The wind in my sails. The sea as my home.

Those were some mighty fine times.

Where thou art, that is home. 







Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Another blessed day in paradise.

I woke up alive. 

It's March, it's spring, it's exciting!

Incredibly it's 58 effing degrees as I write this from Florida.

For some strange reason I am counting down the daze to my big six ut-oh birthday in April. Yippee! 

I am blessed and oh so lucky to have this day on planet earth.


My goofy dog is both a joy and a pain in the tush (sometimes!)

Though we are both flailing and failing at times, he still reverts to his puppy-hood playfulness insisting on playing and "exercising" his toys. He still makes me laugh and laughing is a very GOOD thing.

He piled up his toys this way, it was not through human intervention. I managed to snap a few pics and they are all blurry except this one where he briefly slowed down to hold and nurse his bedraggled teddy bear.

He still loves to eat eat eat, his favorite being Newman's Organic dry dog food which his pet parent likes too (not because I find it tasty) but because it makes things at the other end come out nice and neat. 

Life is goof.

Thank you for thinking of me and plopping by today. 

May you find joy and laughter and happiness each and every day. 


Thursday, March 21, 2019

Spring Has Sprung

For the first time in nearly 40 years, the spring equinox will occur on the same day as March's Full Worm Moon. The last time that these two events landed on the same date was on March 20, 1981, though they did come close again in March 2000, separated by a span of only four hours.

My azalea bush is on the dividing line between the lots. I've been giving this one coffee grounds and egg shells. After it blooms I hope to shape it up better and feed it Miracle Grow plant food. 

 I woke up alive and it's a great start to a gorgeous day.

Thank you for plopping by today.


Sunday, March 17, 2019

The Dreadful Event

Going out in public since coming out of the hospital is rare and problematic.

My body doesn't belong to me anymore. It does embarrassing things when I least expect it. Staying home is safer.

Much safer.

Recently I was suffering from cabin fever and I thought I could weather a very short trip to a heavily discounted grocery store. A friend had offered to drive me since I don't have a vehicle yet. It was a beautiful day. I was dressed up and excited to go out and try to do something normal.

Ha.

Ha ha ha!

What was I thinking?

In this little town where I am long-term camping in my forever home, an odd little store opened up that I nicknamed the "scratch and dent". The food is very cheap because it's odd lots of past dated food or dented cans or bruised produce or some sort of bargains they've managed to buy up from pricey trendy corporate grocery stores that remove any less than perfect foods from their inventory. Items like this are often sold off to bargain stores.

The inventory is erratic and changes often. What you see one day may be totally different a few days later. The owner is an oversized friendly jolly man and his cashier is always welcoming, smiling and cheerful. The two of them make it a delight to shop there.

I had a three items in my cart, when I began perusing their freezers. I found a frozen 99 cent organic dinner that sells for over $6 in other stores. I quickly opened the freezer, grabbed two boxes and closed the door.

The owner suddenly appeared to point out his discounted T-Bone steaks and Ribeyes in the freezer. He opened the door to show them off better. I stood there clutching the shopping cart, grinning like a fool just being polite while he did his sales pitch.

These kind folks had no idea I had been recently stuck in a dreadful ICU at hospital and that a little trip to their store was a big event for me in an attempt to briefly alleviate cabin fever.

The super cold air from the open freezer hit me hard.

That's when it happened.

THE DREADFUL EVENT.

My body decided to do something ridiculous with virtually NO warning at all. I barely had time cover my mouth while my body let out a big thunderous super sonic loud sneeze that rattled the windows of the storefront.

But...

That's not all.

I simultaneously sneezed at the OTHER end too.
And it was LOUD.
And LONG.
Two-mile train length LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG and LOUD.

Yepper.

I sneezed at BOTH ends.

The exaggerated deafening hurricane strength fart and sneeze was of such magnitude that the owner's eyeglasses went askew as he was blown away crumpling at the end of the aisle with a look of complete shock on his confused face.

The store went silent. EVERYBODY had heard this thunderous deafening ruckus.

I turned 14 shades of red while frantically looking for a welcoming hole to swallow me whole so I could just HIDE for the rest of my days.

Finally I managed to squeak out "Excuse me" but it was drowned out by new pandemonium as shoppers abandoned their carts and fought their way out the exit door as if Armageddon was upon us.

That store is very small, but I swear it was a mile and an hour of sheer torture as I pushed my cart of five items which felt like a half ton up to the cashier. Of course no one was waiting in line.  I felt like I owed it to the owner to at least profit from the few items in my cart before vanishing into oblivion.

Back in the vehicle, my cheerful friend said "Where to next?" Cowering in the floorboard I whispered "Please, just take me home."

Maybe next year I will think about venturing out in public again. Certainly not this year. 


For now, I'm ordering food to be delivered from Amazon. 





Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Freedom!

 The above picture was taken in December 2017, when I went to look at the 1992 fifth wheel that I ended up buying and  weeks later relocating to my current RV lot a bout 60 miles away. In this pic at the RV park where I bought the rig it came with a custom wooden deck. I didn't realize the rig was parked on a slope and the wooden deck was hiding this. So one sees a gentle tiny step from the grass to the deck, then only 2 steps into the fifth wheel. That's my dog Harley who was outside inspecting things. The second step shown in the picture was only about an inch or two above the wooden deck. It was super EASY for me to go in and out of the fifth wheel.

This is a close up of the steps. I thought I only had 2 steps to enter/exit the fifth wheel.  I couldn't move the wooden deck to my RV lot, so I gave it away, ironically to the guy that built it. He was going to disassemble it and relocate it to his mother-in-law's RV lot. 

I met him by chance, he was being a good Samaritan. On the day of the move, which was weeks later due to a mountain of problems, three of us were struggling outside with the fifth wheel. At that point part of the decking had been removed and the steps folded away. We were attempting to pick up the deck and move it another foot because the fifth wheel was on such a tiny tight lot, that we needed the extra room for the RV tires to clear and make a hard turn onto the narrow street.

A young sturdy strong man in a pickup truck, slammed on brakes and jumped out to help us. He worked with us for nearly two hours as we struggled with logistics of freeing the fifth wheel and moving the deck and disassembling even more of it. . He had power tools with him and we had  some hand tools with us. He disassembled some more of the deck in quick order. After the fifth wheel was starting to move, I thanked him profusely and pulled out some cash to pay him, by now he was dirty and covered in sweat.  

The young man  refused payment and said he was just glad to help us out. Then he asked when and how we were going to move the deck. I told him I was forced to abandon it and I was sad about that since it was such a lovely deck. He said he had built that deck just a few months earlier for the man that was living in the fifth wheel (who was now living in a hospice).  So I asked him if he wanted the deck and he was super ecstatic that I would give this to him! 

He said his mother-in-law lived in this park and he was on his way to check on her when he saw us struggling and stopped to help us out.  He said she could surely use this deck and he could disassemble it some more and move it to her place and reassemble it for her. 

After I moved the fifth wheel to my lot which has a strange concrete pad (see picture below) I discovered I needed all three of the RV's fold out steps to enter/exit the fifth wheel. The bottom step was a foot from the concrete. So OOPS, I now had more steps to get in and out of the rig. Traversing these steps  became problematic for me as time marched forward. I explored numerous ways to rectify this problem and due to weird logistics, it ended up I needed custom steps built. 

At some point I tried to buy some old rough looking semi-abandoned steps that might work for me. But that ran into all kinds of snags. I researched prefabricated steps and couldn't find anything to work that included a sturdy handrail. There were plenty of prefab steps but these were designed for mobile homes and houses, not RV's. RV doors open outwards, not inwards. 
 The folding built in RV steps have been giving me fits for the past year. When I sold the old motorhome (January 2018) and bought this 1992 fifth wheel, I didn't realize I would have more steps to deal with. I bought the fifth wheel when it was parked on a sloping lot with a wooden deck that appeared to be low to the ground. There were only 2 steps to go inside and it was easy on me. When I moved the fifth wheel to my lot and parked it on the concrete, I realized I had more steps to climb to the higher elevation. I thought it wouldn't be a problem.

 It's what I had to use and that was that, but getting up and down them was very problematic at times. The steps were narrow and irregular in height.  Due to another condition I won't discuss right now, but for the past few years I sometimes have tremendous difficulty walking and utilizing steps. Sometimes I need a walker or a cane to get around and getting up and down the steps during those times was extremely difficult and sometimes very dangerous. Due to complicated logistics, I couldn't find pre-built steps to utilize and there isn't room to build a ramp. 

Then when I came home from the hospital recnetly, I could only walk with great assistance utilizing both people and a walker and later a four-legged cane. I needed a load of help from others to get up and into my RV because the existing steps were too small to utilize the walker. Even with my four legged cane, it was a huge problem. The foldingg RV steps just aren't big enough for these types of considerations.

The last black step is a foot off the concrete. The wood step stringers shown on either side are sitting there temporarily to see how the new steps will be so different and much easier to use. Sometime over the past year I had drawn up some rough drawings for simple functional steps with a sturdy handrail.


In the picture above, taken in early February, we had placed the wooden stringers by the old RV steps to see how they would look and work for me. I was ecstatic that finally new steps might be reality. I won't go into the boring logistic details, but a ramp would not fit nor work. Besides if I can't traverse steps, I can't live in this fifth wheel, because inside the fifth wheel are two steps up to the bath and hall area and then another step up into my bedroom. Those are gentle big carpeted steps and I have hand holds so traversing those are OK for me.

Below is another picture showing how the new steps will fit. The old RV steps will be folded up and stored with the fifth wheel as is common for moving and traveling. I don't plan to travel with this fifth wheel. I can't pull it with a bicycle. I have no car or truck. I used to drive my old motorhome when I needed to go somewhere but it was sold. One day I will work out buying a used vehicle to drive. Just no idea when that day will be. Life keeps happening. 

By the way, that outdoor patio mat reminds me of my brain! It's foggy and confused some days while I recuperate. The rug prevents mold and is self draining and super safe. A few months ago, last fall I think, I slipped on nearly invisible mold on the concrete and well that's another story, I think I wrote about it already.

Harley took a liking to the patio mat and outfitted it with his toys. Outside I have a walker on wheels I use when needed.

Harley dog is shown below and even though he is over 9 years old, he still plays like a puppy. He moves his toys inside and outside and play fights with them. He also likes to play fetch and toss and Frisbee and ball and is just a handful of energy at times. He was taking a break and I was laughing about the "mess" he had made playing with his toys.  Why he needs so many to tussle with I don't know, but he doesn't tear up anything of mine like some dogs do, so if he has toys to fight with and occasionally destroy or unstuff his toys, we are both plenty happy. He has toys and I never ever have to worry about him destroying any of my stuff.

 He sometimes pretends to nurse his big teddy bear. When I or someone helping me puts away his toys, he doesn't mind. He knows where to find them and he eventually fetches them one at a time to play with until many are scattered around. 

Harley also has trouble with the old RV steps. Matter of fact, when I mentioned this one day while the guy was working on the new steps, he said THAT little dog has trouble with the steps too? You are kidding me!"

Hardly a moment later, Harley ran up the old steps and managed to slip between them and fall down. I think it's because the height of the RV steps is uneven between each step and they are narrow front to back.



The new steps are almost finished and this is a picture of how they will look with the rubber treads added and before the handrail was built. Shown on the right is an old handrail that I was using on my motorhome then I moved it to this fifth wheel RV. However, as you can see, it's way too short for both the old and the new steps. There wasn't a stud where I needed them installed so the handrail wobbled. I gave it to someone else who is disabled and they installed it on their fifth wheel which is much lower to the ground than mine. It works well for them. Their RV had a stud where they needed them. Magic!



Above the steps are 98% finished. The steps and handrail are sturdy enough for a circus to do elephant tricks! They are a work of art, far nicer and sturdier than I ever dreamed possible. They are built of treated lumber, plus primed and painted. 

Walking up and down them is a dream. Freedom! 

That little leaf blower is in the picture cause the trees seem to rain down non stop leaves which magically end up on the steps and patio.

The handrail is thru-bolted with a coat of fresh primer. It just needs the final painting. The rubber treads are laying in place and need the final  glue (or double stick tape)  will be attached (so they don't blow away in a stiff wind or move around when blowing the leaves and dirt off of them).  The black rubber treads I found at amazon are perfect for added safety and as a bonus easy to keep clean. Both puppy and I love the way they feel on our feet and paws. These are sold for indoor or outdoor use. I was super lucky to find them as I had no idea that such a nifty product existed. 

Fun facts:

The steps had to be built "free standing" and could not be attached to the RV in any way. (Park rules etc.)  

The man  (shown above) did all the carpentry with hand tools including sawing by hand the wood treads, the spindles and the railing. 
The stringers for 4 steps were bought ready made (per previous picture) but everything else had to be sawed. He used glue, screws, bolts, nails and yet none of this shows.
He planed the handrail he designed so it is smooth with rounded edges instead of hard edges.
He sanded it by hand so it is super nice to hold.
The only power tool he used was my cordless drill for the screw and bolt holes. 
The steps are a sturdy work of art that will probably outlast me and the RV.
He is 73 and did this in his spare time.
He had never built a set of steps before.

Amazing!
It's a miracle. 
I am blessed. 

Thank you for stopping by today. I read and enjoy your comments.
If you had insomnia... I might have cured it! 

Life is goof.

 

Monday, March 11, 2019

Lost in Space


I am alive and it's a beautiful day. Due to circumstances  beyond my control, I am not sure when I will be able to post here again. My old computer is failing, wifi is erratic, my health is a roller coaster ride of highs and lows. The mill-idiots keep changing things faster than I can keep up. That's my new made-up word of a combination of millennium and idiot.

Millidiots.

It for those obsessive compulsive young programmer folks who have the motto "if it's not broken, then break it!"

Update, rejuvenate, renovate, create, change, until a program or device no longer works for the common user. The consumer is expected to buy buy buy newer and better to stay on top of it all and still never get a thing done.

I like my old computer, I like my old programs. I know how to use them. I want to do things offline then copy and paste when I do go on the internet. I can't be on internet 24/7, I am only on a few minutes a day. But today's millidiots design phones and computers to be on 24/7 internet and disable my offline programs.

That happened to me again! Windows updated and made my useful offline programs stop working so I spent hours this morning trying to revert the changes so I could try to type offline. Good grief.

This is not efficient and time, every single minute of it, is so special and important to me.

Well, that's enough ranting and raving. Pardon me.

I woke up alive, the sun came up, so I need to shut up, smile and be super grateful for these miracles.

Thank you for stopping by and perhaps one day I will figure out how to stay in touch in this uber-complicated world.

If this gets posted in the next 48 hours, it might just be magic.

Life is goof.

Sunday, March 03, 2019



Relapse, collapse, elapse, perhaps...

Perhaps... miracles take a little longer

Dear Miss Mermaid
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Suffering is everywhere. Don't ever think it isn't.
So are miracles. Don't ever think they aren't.
Jewel 

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Thank you for stopping and plopping by today. 
 




Thursday, February 28, 2019



Another beautiful day in paradise. 


Weather permitting I spend time outside on the patio. In back is a view of the farm behind my lot with their ramshackle fence which for some strange reason I enjoy it's dilapidated look.

When I moved here I attached a small green garden fence to their farm fence so my puppy dog wouldn't escape to herd cows.

To the right is the starboard side of my 1992 fifth wheel across from the open door to the shed. Seems this fifth wheel is in need of constant repairing and some adaptive modifications so the shed is often wide open cause the tools for this fool are stored in there along with flotsam and jetsam to cobble things together.

Harley dog keeps his big red pillow out here piled up with his toys. The rollator in the foreground was given to me months ago so I could move around heavy objects on wheels. Little did we know I would need it more and more for walking rather than moving heavy things.

Staring at the patio is like a time capsule for me. Gifts and dumpster diving from various times in my life in America.

It reminds me of my crazy cobbling to make things happen on a shoestring.

But I woke up alive, I have a little old forever home, a crazy dog who refuses to grow up though he is past 9 now and showing wear and tear from his hyperactive lifestyle. Come to think of it... so am I!

My hyperactive days seem to be gone, yet I feel the need to stay busy, to not waste one minute of time on this gorgeous day. It's frustrating my body wants to rest and complain but I have to learn to slow down some and focus on getting stronger.

Cows are mooing out back and it makes me giggle and smile.

Life is grand.

Thank you for stopping by today and for the wonderful comments you leave for me.

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Thank you kindly for your consideration.


Today's wisdom...
When ya stop carrying on... they carry you out... or hmm... something like that.

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If you're lost and alone or you're sinking like a stone, carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground


Excerpt from the lyrics to Carry on by Fun


 








Wednesday, February 27, 2019

 Turkeys came to visit me.

We yacked it up comparing necks. Mine looked really rough from my hospital stay.

The turkeys made me feel better. They walk around with their curious necks year round.



My little potted garden seems to be a miracle. It's suffered neglect the past few months while I was failing, then a few frosts came and went. More neglect while I was hospitalized in ICU and the sheer confusion that surrounded the aftermath.

It's been just another wild adventure to laugh about when I can and cry about when I can't.

Life is goof.

Thank you for stopping by today!

I woke up alive, the sun came up and beautiful drops of rain came to water my garden for me.

What more could a girl want (except to get rid of my turkey neck!)



Monday, February 18, 2019

This blog hasn't seen much activity lately.
I'm busy trying to refunk my junk.

At Christmas I was joking about a medical device I received as a gift. "You know you're getting old when you get medical equipment for Christmas!"

Little did I know that before 2018 was over, 911 would be called and I would be deposited in ICU at hospital.

Recently going over the mountain of medical bills now clogging up my mailbox, I noticed the hospital charged me for a pregnancy test upon admittance.

A friend who visited me in the hospital and later at home in January, brought me a birthday gift. I said "But darling, my birthday isn't until April."

She said "Yes, I know. That's why I am giving it to you now."

This was followed by a pregnant pause...

Sooo... I looked good enough upon admittance to the hospital to warrant an overpriced pregnancy test but weeks later upon discharge, I looked bad enough to receive a birthday gift 3 months early.

Life is goof.

On a side snide note...

I live in an over 55 adult only RV park. While I am not going to tell you my age (ha ha ha!) suffice it to say, I am "over qualified" to live in this park.

The hospital had access to some of my medical history including the fact that mermaids can't reproduce. So WHAT were they thinking?

The cost of the pregnancy test I was billed for was astronomical. Maybe someone should tell the hospital that Dollar Tree sells pregnancy tests for... (big loud drum roll or should I say dumb roll?) only one dollar.

Sunday, February 03, 2019

Happy Sundae to you and yours
Speaking of Sundaes, I had ice cream for breakfast
Woke up alive
A great start to a fabulous day
I am the luckiest mermaid on planet earth

THANK YOU so very much for thinking of me!

Don't worry, be happy



Saturday, February 02, 2019

THank you for your comments and concern

I woke up alive, so it's all good.

Here's a cute pic of Harley's pirate cousin!


I am the luckiest mermaid on planet earth



Thursday, January 24, 2019

Thank you for stopping by today
I am the luckiest person on planet earth
Here's my entire bucket list:
Wake up alive
Status:
Completed

Saturday, January 19, 2019

THANK you for this gorgeous day and for stopping by this blog.

Beautiful day.
I wake up alive.
I am luckiest person on planet earth.



Thursday, January 17, 2019

Recuperating with Burps and Farts

A beautiful day in paradise on planet earth.


Gorgeous Get Well Flowers



I've only been able to write about 2% of what happened to me, and the other 98% may or may not appear when my eyes improve. 

They are temporarily messed up from the hospital drugs. 
I am waiting for them to detox and settle down. 

A fuzzy world looks AWESOME too, so I am VERY blessed.

Birds are singing.
The sun came up.
I feel like the luckiest person alive!


THANK YOU for rocking my world.




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Wednesday, January 16, 2019

ALIVE with HAIR

I woke up alive so it's a great start to a gorgeous day.

It's 37 effing degrees here so I've decided to move to Florida where it is warmer.

Oh dang it.

I just found out that I am in Florida.

And it's really that cold!

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I am home again recuperating from the ICU. My voice oscialtes between a tiny whisper and other times a full voice that almost works but then after talking for a few minutes it goes back to being hoarse.

I am learning to walk and climb steps and it's all super painful and I've  tried to ride my special bicycle cause all I could think of was when I get out of this hospital, I am going to go home and  ride my bicycle. I wobble around the neighborhood, but riding my bike is easier than walking. Mostly I use the electric assist to come back home again.

So if you are waiting for me to return your phone call, keep in mind I can only talk about 5 minutes then I need a break.

After getting home from the hospital it took 4 days to get the dread locks out of my long hair and finally a dear sweet angelic soul sat down and finished the final nightmare for me because after  4 days of being unable to completely comb out all the snares and dreadlocks, I was feeling rather ridiculous and looking very unkempt like a wild and crazy person!

Oh yeah, I am wild and crazy... but I love my long hair and take pains to keep it nice... or did...

Apparently in the ICU there was a lot of confusion and I remember the staff threatening me repeatedly to cut off all my long hair which had me screaming but then they knocked me out again so I never knew if I had hair or not.

I had NO head injury and there was no reason for the staff to threaten me repeatedly this way and keep me stressed out.

They refused to let me have my comb so that neither I nor anyone visiting me could comb it during my hospital stay. This is a very curious situation I just don't understand. If I had a head injury and the hospital needed to shave it off to sew up a wound or something, but I wasn't there for a head injury so why the chronic threats to cut off my long hair and  keep me stressed out?

It's a mystery!

Stressing out a patient makes healing slow down considerably.

Ever had someone screaming RELAX 2 inches from your ear when you aren't even deaf? Did you feel very relaxed?

Last year when my neighbor was transferred to hospice, a nursing aid shaved off his mustache. I went to see him and asked what the heck happened to his beloved mustache?  The staff said they thought he would look better without it and I said well you probably gave him a heart attack when you did that. He loved his mustache and has had it for decades!

When his family found out what they had done without permission from anyone, they were extremely upset too. He died a day later and was buried without his beloved mustache. He wasn't hooked into any equipment that made the mustache be a problem, it was just a bored nursing aid who decided maybe he came for a beauty makeover rather than to die in peace with dignity.

I am LUCKY I am alive!  I am lucky that my screaming Noooooooooo in response to the chronic threats might have saved my head of hair.

It's a beautiful day today in spite of the frigid cold. The sun isn't even up yet, but I am up just waiting to see the sunrise to say YAY, I made it to another day and I am the luckiest person on planet earth!

As a bonus, I have hair!

I can even comb it all out on my own now, so I feel very empowered.

All grown up!

To the awesome angel that sat down and helped me fix this hair nightmare I feel so very very lucky.  It took hours to get the final snags out.

Maybe everyone else thinks I need super short hair, but I prefer my long hair.

I didn't go to the hospital for a beauty makeover, I ended up there accidentally because I was super sick.

Life is goof...

But I am alive! 

And I love my mustache too...

Tee hee hee!

THANK YOU to all the wonderful  earthly angels  who are aiding in my recovery!


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