Friday, July 26, 2019

This Old Mess

Some days are good and some days are better.

Trying to be upbeat about the mess around here.

I know there is comedy in it somewhere!

I was so proud of myself. I fetched this patio mat out of the dumpster. No rips. No tears. Just a pile of dirt and wrinkles.

It's a 9x12 foot, self draining, doesn't mildew. These patio mats sell for $55 and up at Amazon.

 So it seemed worth the while that I struggled for 10 minutes and almost fell inside the dumpster trying to drag this out again. Then I strapped it down on the back of my bicycle and brought it home.

 While I was taking a picture of my latest dumpster diving find, I also snapped a pic of my plants.

Matter of fact, that black bar stool was also a dumpster find. I use it to hold the aloe plant that is overflowing it's pot. I need bigger pots and some potting soil.

Well, good thing I snapped this pic for the memories.

That night during a storm, a tree branch fell down and knocked every one of these plants over making a huge mess.

Life is goof.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

I was wondering around Coleman, Florida (population 679) when I became lost.
Then I saw a familiar Emergency Evacuation Route sign.
Ah ha!
That will lead me to a major highway in all likelihood.
Or will it?
Gotta love the sense of humor in our highway department.

Yes, I said wondering and not wandering.

Coleman is kind of a wonder.

I wrote a lot more on this post but blogger ate it. 

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Thursday, July 18, 2019

More Bull

The young male had been staring at me for quite awhile. I was working outside. Every few minutes I checked on "that feeling" that someone is watching me. 

It was the bull. 

Still standing there.
Still watching me.

 I wandered over closer to see what his fascination with watching me was all about. Luckily we have a fence between my lot and his field.

That's when I noticed he had his tail stuck in a tree.
The ground beneath him was trampled.
How long had he been tangled up there? 

Just last year or year before I watched this baby bull being born. Did he remember me? Was he staring at me for help or just out of boredom? 

As I came closer, he moved around as if to show me, I've tried this way and that way and I am still STUCK.

But looking at his weight and mine and the fence that separated us already, I decided it was time to notify the farmer.

This is your neighbor.
Your bull is stuck in a tree.

But I didn't have their phone number. 

About that time someone came over to visit me that lives in the RV park. I asked him if he knew the farmer's phone number and he did not. But he volunteered to go give them the news. 

He took a picture with his phone then walked over to their house. 

A lady came to the door. 

Your bull is stuck in a tree.  

She looked at my friend with confusion across her face, then stepped back, as if the crazy parade was coming by a wee bit too close for comfort.
He's been there awhile and seems to need help.
But we don't know how to help him. 
Just thought you might want to know. 

Here I took a picture to show you.  

The lady was relieved that this wasn't some weird joke after all. She looked at the picture on the phone then laughed and said she would call her son to come deal with it. 

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And that's no bull.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Weather for your Birthday Suit


One who collects rust

It's a beautiful day.

A gorgeous crazy parade called life is going by faster than I can watch it all.

I haven't written much lately. So much chaos in getting well and getting this old rig fixed... plus fixing up this old RV. Not sure which is falling apart faster, me or it!

Life is goof.

Of course I had help... in things falling apart!

The RV park had a meltdown at my electric box and it fried my good air conditioner but left the not-so-good one  OK and a few other things fried but still the cost adds up and thus far I've tried in vain to make repairs and well, nothing much is fixed yet. Week six of this mess!

I am just oh so grateful the fiasco didn't burn me down while I slept. Luckily this all happened while I was home and awake, but still the costs of repairing my RV are up to me in spite of the problem being on their electric box.

So I tell myself, make do with what you have and if you don't have, don't worry. Then I try to smile and just be grateful I am alive and able to sometimes poke jokes at the situation.

If I didn't have such a smoking hot body... I would be able to cool down easier!

But there are always cold showers and that does the trick, though showers inside raise the humidity. The RV park here doesn't allow showering outside in my birthday suit. Oh well!

Speaking of birthday suits...

My curvaceous friend was married to a great guy but due to some rare problem, he began slowly losing his vision to the point he was nearly blind and wore super thick heavy glasses. During their marriage he had always complimented her on her choice in clothing that flattered her body. Very often she wore tight form fitting dresses that showed off her curves. As the years rolled by they stayed happily married and remained in the same house since he could easily get around it with his failing vision.

One evening he was waiting for her to finish dressing so she could drive them out to dinner for their 52nd anniversary. Over the years, the curves had sort of reshaped themselves as often happens to women and gravity begins to take over at some point.  But she was still a great looking lady, always dressed fashionably.

On this evening, he found his way to the bedroom door to inquire if she was ready. She stood there in her birthday suit and announced "Hun, I'm just changing my clothes now."

He shoved his thick glasses back up his nose (they were always sliding down) then remarked "You look great! Why change? That pantsuit is STUNNING!" Then he stepped closer, looked her over again and  whispered "But darling... it could use a little ironing.


We thank you for plopping by today and soon I hope to be writing every day again.

Bless you one and all.

It's a fabulous day to wake up alive...  even if my birthday suit does need a little ironing.

Monday, July 08, 2019

Bicycle Doggy

Harley dog decorated his bicycle ride for the fourth to show he is a patriotic mutt.

He has been riding around in this  front bicycle basket for over 4 years now.  He wore out his first basket, so this is his second.

Amazon has his bicycle basket for sale (but mine arrived without the stripe around it. )

The nifty thing is that it is a quick release basket with a carrying handle, so the puppy can be unhooked and carted around. Alternatively one can quick release the basket to go shopping then put it back on the bicycle and ride home with the goodies.

I bought mine "used" from Amazon Warehouse deals for $18 (in January 2015) but it sells new for double that.

I've carried my crockpot inside it to go to a potluck as well as dumpster diving goods and of course grocery shopping. This basket has taken a serious beating the past few years and is still functional though showing some wear and tear.

Life is goof.

Thursday, July 04, 2019

Banga Boom

Happy Fourth of July!

I am reminded of a funny story about a Chinese woman I once met who relocated to America as a young adult. She spent years working long days and at night toiling away learning the English language. She wanted to become a naturalized citizen in the USA.

Finally one year on July 4th  her dream came true!

She  became a US Citizen at a treasured ceremony after taking an Oath of Allegiance. She received her Certificate of Naturalization and a box containing an American flag. 

Later that day she had a big picnic planned to celebrate her naturalization with family, friends and coworkers. At the party while making her speech about this remarkable day, she opened up the box and unfolded her American flag  to show it off while everyone thunderously cheered and clapped. 

A tiny piece of paper had fallen out of the boxed flag  floating on a wisp of wind to the ground. The paper was the same size typically found inside of fortune cookies.

Someone handed it to her saying "This must be your fortune!" The crowd hushed as she held up the little piece of paper and read it out loud. 

It had three words on it.

"Made in China."


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Tuesday, July 02, 2019

New Bus Route

No hurricanes, no cyclones.
Nothing untoward on the horizon.
June finished up nicely.

I heard the new and improved bus system was coming to my neighborhood. 

How convenient for me!

While sipping coffee at my dining table this morning, the new bus suddenly appeared. I had my camera nearby and quickly snapped some pics out the window. 

Sadly, I wasn't ready to go, I didn't even know the new bus route would be right through the cow pen.

All I have to do is scale the back fence, wade through knee high underbrush while dodging  cow patties (and cows!) flag down the bus and be on my way. 


I just need a ladder to scale the 4 foot fence, but other than that, it seems like a workable solution for getting to town.

Put all your troubles behind you... drive a bus!

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