Rambling on

Started listing items on Etsy that I took off when I had surgery. I'm glad I put all the written text in a word document and kept the photos. I've already sold a few patterns and haven't even begun to relist them all. Went to supper with a good friend. My goodness I'm gonna miss her. She's always there for me when I need a friend. Its hard to find that kind of love and caring. I'll have lunch with another very good friend on the 29th. I'm gonna miss him too. And to think I did NOT like him the first time we met. Now I couldn't imagine life without him in it. Life sure is funny sometimes. My arthritis is really bad today, from 2 days of heavy lifting and moving things. I didn't sleep much last night either. I've got to get a handle on this not sleeping - because its just wearing me out. Its finally cool and raining here. Thank goodness. peace love and lovin the sound and smell of a slow, steady rain

I'm exhausted

Slept very little last night - have been like a monkey on crack. Have made significant progress on my house project. Looking forward to getting some sleep...even if it does require chemical intervention. peace, love and progressing more every day

A speckled chick

Had a wild hair to try the new skin lotion that had self tanning stuff in it. I actually put it on one of my feet, under where the sandal straps are, since that area is lighter than the rest of my legs/feet. And lo and behold it works. The only thing I should have done was be sure it was blended completely, I have dark brown spots and streaks on my foot. Now we'll see how long it takes for the color to fade. I worked on making reflectix shades for the windows in the van. Of the 7 windows and I have 5 done, and boy does it make a difference!!! Those windows coverings will stay on all the time, and I'll make some for the front side windows that I can quickly remove. peace, love and keeping cool in the van

Gotta love Oklahoma polices

Yep, I said polices. My across the street neighbor, Billy, called and said some guy just walked between my house and garage. He asked if I knew him, I walked outside and asked him why he walked there and he said he just walked down the hill like it was a normal thing to do. Anyway, Billy (a one man neighborhood watch patrol) called the cops and being that I live in Osage County, Oklahoma, we are protected by a Native American Police force and a Non-Native Police Force. For those of you that aren't familiar with how this works, since Osage county is technically an Osage Indian Reservation, the Native Police can arrest Natives and non-Natives, anywhere, any time. The Non-Native Police Force can only arrest non-natives in certain places (not on original allotee land or tribal grounds). Confused yet? So, anyway, when we call the cops both the Native and White Police will send an officer because you never know which one will have or take jurisdiction. Ok, so Billy, took a picture of the guy and while we were waiting for the cops to come around we went and talked to my neighbors to the north and they said this guy was standing at their back door a couple times last week and that he roams in the middle of the night. The Indian cop knew who he was and since he was native, went up to talk to him and told him not to be roaming near houses or even in the middle of the night. They stopped and told me and Billy that he does have a drug problem and to call them if needed, but that for the next several nights they would be sure and patrol this area. Now, I live in podunk Oklahoma, only about 2500 people. This area has always been safe, I hardly ever lock my doors and always leave the key in the van. But, now I guess a societal misfit will make me start locking things up. Geesh, I need to move to a safer town. Well, maybe not, not every citizen can have two police forces protecting them. peace, love and gotta love living on a Native American Reservation

Nice weather and dead mice

Today is a pretty nice, much cooler day than this past week's 100+ degrees. Its supposed to be in the 90s the next week, but that's still better than 106. Wonder where all the dead mice are. When ever I leave on a trip, I lay out mouse poison and when I come home there is usually at least one dead mouse in the house - and I usually find it when least expected, which by now you'd think I'd expect to find it. For those that know me well, you know dead animals are my phobia. I can deal with parts, Turkey tails, Eagle wings, Otter hides, but not a whole dead animal. Even little dead mice send me into hysteria. Think I'm exaggerating? Ask my daughter. The only way I can dispose of the little buggers is to call her for reinforcement and encouragement. It usually takes me a good 15 minutes and entails crying, shrieking and cussing. I usually have to throw something on top of it and then try to sweep it up and throw it away. I blame my two brothers for this phobia - surely one or both of them teased me as a child. People say to confront your fears head on and get over it - not me and dead animals. Anyway, I haven't found one dead mouse so far, and believe me I've looked. Now that I've written this I'll probably find several. If you hear a commotion coming from Oklahoma, you know the cause. peace love and the absence of dead animals.

Deconstruction

I've really been on a bend the last few days wanting to get the van winterized. So yesterday morning I took every thing out and removed some of the wood "accents". In truth these accents are just added weight that I have to pay to move down the highway so they're not gonna be put back once I have the insulation done. Today I removed all the screws and stuff on one wall section so I could peek behind it to see what kind of insulation there is or isn't (there isn't any). I then took some measurements and have begun to plan how the van will be laid out. I'm pretty sure that I've got it all down and if the weather would cool off I could work longer on it. I've also realized there are some things I don't have the knowledge or skill to do, so I'll ask my friend in Georgia to help when I get there around the 2nd or 3rd of October. That is, if he's not to busy working on this big ole school bus, soon to be RV! I've also begun another big purge at the houses, laying excess stuff by the street for people to come take, throwing lots of stuff away, getting donation boxes ready and packing the bins that I'll take with me. After two longish trips, I now know what I need daily/weekly and what is good to have along, but that doesn't need to be inside. peace, love and moving forward

Organics substances

Its true - I eat not only to stay alive, but to ease boredome, lonliness, depression. For this past week, I've been flirting with going down to the next lower "10" on the scale teetering within 3 pounds, reaching into it, but not firmly enough to stay there. And again, Food is just an organic substance. Its not my friend, its not my lover or my confidant. It can keep me alive but it can't fix any problems I have. I have been struggling with all three emotions this past week, but its up to me how I cope. I realize that I've slipped back into the old habit of seeking comfort from food. And this morning, I remind myself that its my choice on how to cope (and overcome). peace, love and the ability to choose your own reality

Crunchy eggs

Just finished eating a delicious breakfast. One I call crunchy eggs. Its got, onion, bell pepper, ham, usually mushrooms, garlic and any other veggies I have available. I cook the veggies and ham then stir in 2 scrambled eggs. After the eggs are done, I lay on a half slice of american cheese. Ummmmmm Delicious crunchy eggs. Until recently I would not eat eggs unless they were part of another dish. But, eggs have protein, are better for me than pancakaes and so, I have accepted that even though I don't like eggs, they're good for me. But, one thing I won't back down on, is they have to be as dry as possible. No light and fluffy eggs, so runny yellows or whites. Why did I bring up the eggs? Because I cannot eat them without thinking of a good friend, Bob. See Bob stayed with me for a month or so earlier this year and he DID NOT like my crunchy eggs. Every once in a while, when I woke later than him, he'd fix me breakfast of yukky eggs. He's scramble the eggs, adding milk to them before cooking, then lay on a whole slice of cheese. The result was a gloppy, sloppy, yukky scrambled egg concoction. I'd eat them as a courtesy (truth be known I'd slip them to his dog, Malcolm). On my last trip from Georgia back to Oklahoma in August, I stopped by to see Bob in Missouri where he is currently living. I really enjoyed seeing my friend and hearing him play his guitar and sing. The next morning at breakfast he asked if I still liked crunchy eggs. Yes, I said, and he reminded me he did not like them. I wonder if eating an egg reminds him of me. peace, love and all the little things that bring up good memories.

Same ole....

The previous post was on the 27th of August. This one is the 2nd of September. Why? Because its been the same ole, same ole for the past week. Work, work, work on getting things made, sorted, thrown out, given away, etc. I've committed to teaching every weekend of September, but sure wish I hadn't done that. But everything happens as it should so this is giving me time to work and hopefully be able to leave here on the 1st of October with no loose ends, and no reason to return. But more importantly, hopefully with a pocket full of cash because I've sold the houses. peace, love and more of the same