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.

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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


 

 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!)

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.

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

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