Do I really look that good?

Do I really look that good?

Hi Everyone,

I am going to be off line, both phone and tablet, most of the time. Which is an improvement over the last six months or so. I am well enough again to be traveling on my own! Yippee! I would really like to keep it that way so that my son, Charles, does not have to come to my rescue, once again.

I am currently in Flagstaff and looking at the possibility of heading for the ocean! Whether that’s going to be the Pacific Ocean, or Overseas, is still up for debate! Yes, I am seriously considering going overseas. We’re going to see if I have enough, from my retirement funds, to make that a possibility. (I have a bunch of doctors who knew, I would, Never, make it past three months, let alone another another 6 years!) One of the ways that I can ensure that I can continue to take care of my little world, all by myself, is to stay off the tablet and the phone. Using any cellular device, severely, affects my health. Especially in this country. Countries overseas, have much stricter regulations, about how much EMF and RF output is allowed.
What? What do you mean America is doing something very poorly compared to the rest of the world?

I am glad you asked!

It looks like those numbers are getting smaller, but please take note of exactly where the decimal points are living!

In the meantime? By the grace of the good Lord, and my son’s good eye, I now have a great little computer that actually works on the internet, via ethernet! I will only be checking my emails, Facebook, my WordPress posts, and doing most of my research, when I can get some place that I can use an Ethernet landline for my computer. This is going to be a new way of dealing with my online communication with you and the world. I will have to do some initial investigations into where I can actually access an Ethernet landline, so bear with me if it takes awhile for me to respond.

Now for some more bragging rights! My son took some pictures that made me look wonderful!

Several friends wondered, if I was scared being around all of that Cactus! I must admit, I was a little nervous about being around all of those cholla teddy bear cactus! These were taken in the Cholla Forest North of Benson Arizona. I wouldn’t even let my little, Macha, out of the van! I really can’t answer the questions about, do I really look this good? Some of my friends were hoping that I was as well, as my pictures looked? I am definitely much better, however, my son is an excellent photographer, and I suspect that he was making mom look good in these photo’s!

I am so grateful to be back on my own again. I love my son dearly, but we both need to live our own lives! May each of you appreciate the health that you have! For those of you who are struggling with health issues, and especially for those of you who aren’t, please know that Joy is a choice. No matter what the circumstances. You can find Happiness and Joy, by choosing to seek out the beauty in life! I honestly believe that all of the issues, and those little “Bumps in the road” that I have had in my life, have helped me to appreciate Joy, Happiness, and Beauty, even more. I have happiness and joy in my life! Now? I am hoping to find more fulfillment. As my good friend, Pastor Walt, said in his recent sermon, fulfillment is what we need to be looking for, and the only way to find true fulfillment is in Christ.

What Are You Looking For?

Philippians, my favorite book in the whole Bible, reminds us:

Philippians 4:4-9

4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9 Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

May the Lord bless each of you, in this incredible journey called life!

Fighting Like…?

Yup. You guessed it! Fighting like cats and dogs!

My beautiful new kitty now has a name thanks to a very dear friend.

Meet Mouser!


The situation between my beautiful little, Mouser, and my beautiful little, Macha, is a bit more than, just a little tense! Let’s just say that their first meeting did not go very well! But I’m hoping that they can, eventually, work out their differences! Thank goodness, Macha, cannot jump as high as she used to be able to. She is 13 years old now. Even though it was, Mouser, who was hanging off of the top of the pole, Macha, was definitely, the loser!

Macha, was on the inside of the fence and the little kitty was on the outside of the fence. Macha, wanted the kitty, needed the kitty, loved the kitty, but I’m guaranteeing you, it ain’t the right kind of love! That little kitty is only 5 months old, but she stood her ground. She reached right through that fence and batted at Macha. Bap, Bap, Bap, Bap, Bap! It was so fast that I thought the kitty had moved into Ninja mode!

Then, Mouser, jumped up on top of the fence pole and glared at, Macha, and growled. I didn’t realize it, when I was taking this picture, but, Macha, got a little cut right on the inside of her eye. Fortunately, she did not get the eye itself!

Thank goodness it was not as bad as it looked. Unfortunately, Macha, is not a good learner. She was going back for more!

I even tried letting Mouser, come into my little camper while holding onto Macha, for dear life! Not the cat’s life! I was holding on to Macha, to avoid another bloodletting!

As you can see, Mouser, is not the one with an attitude problem! My beautiful little kitty is back in the van for now. We will see how it goes. Oh my!

In reality? Even though my beautiful little, Mouser, is the most adorable, and loving, little kitty I have ever met, I really could not have the cat in here with me anyway.

There’s just not enough room for me, and Macha, and a cat, and a kitty litter box! But, I am hoping and praying that they will at least learn how to tolerate each other! Over the last few weeks, it seems like the little kitty has adopted the van as home. When I go out in the morning, and open up the doors, she can come out, but she goes right back in the van, and sits up on the dashboard, or the fridge, and warms up in the sunshine!


We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a special Bulletin!

Cancer Be Gone!

Dr. Gray was happy to report that the lumpity bumps, that were around my collarbone, that were not supposed to be there, are now officially gone! 🙂

I am so extraordinarily grateful!

We will now take you back to your regularly scheduled program! 🙂

Idiotic Idioms!

Idiom: noun: a group of words established by usage as having a meaning not deducible from those of the individual words (e.g., rain cats and dogs, see the light ).

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
On another wild-goose chase.
Pure as the driven snow
Diamond in the rough
A different breed of cat.
Don’t get the cart before the horse.
My knight in shining armor.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
A pig in a poke
A rolling stone gathers no moss
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Open a can of worms
Two peas in a pod
A bull in a china shop
A chip off the old block
Barking up the wrong tree.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Close, but no cigar

That’s the prompt that was presented at River Writers. It is a group that meets once, every month or so, to enjoy time together, writing! I’ve never been to a writer’s club before, but it sounded intriguing. Here is part of the email that was sent out, that made me feel like I could go, and not feel like a total idiot, amongst others, that are, no doubt, more gifted in their writing skills.

Come if you care to test yourself, in a friendly atmosphere, writing spontaneously off of a prompt given at the beginning, or writing anything at all that you wish, in the company of friends and neighbors who are doing the same. All are invited. All are welcome. Hope to see you.

After all. Why else would you go to a writer’s club, unless you loved to write. Then I realized that I love to write, even though I’m not always that good at it. I told everyone there, that I was not really a poet, or any good at prose, but I could tell a story, and everyone said it was fine to just tell a story. When I read all of the different idioms, I started to laugh to myself, because I realized I could tell a story with these idioms, and then I wanted to challenge myself, and figure out how to put all of those idioms into one story.

Idiom Idiocy

Is he my knight in shining armor or just a pig in a poke.

Perhaps he’s a diamond in the rough, or a chip off the old block

I know he’s not as pure as the driven snow but he’s no wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Am I barking up the wrong tree or would we be two peas in a pod?

They say curiosity killed the cat, but in for a penny in for a pound!

Am I jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, and on another wild goose chase?

The last time I opened a can of worms, it was close, but no cigar.

He might be a bull in a china shop, or a different breed of cat.

I’m the rolling stone that gathers no moss, so don’t get the cart before the horse!

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so don’t bite the hand that feeds you!

I grant you those last couple of lines may seem a bit contrived, but they actually do work, if you live in my strange world! We only had a half an hour to write, after the prompt. It took me about 10 minutes to come up with that silly bit of prose. Even as I was writing it down just now, I thought of a dozen ways to make it better, but I left it just the way it was, when I wrote it, so you could enjoy my nonsense too. I put down my little book, I sat back, and I said out loud, “That was fun!”. It’s when I spoke out loud, that I realized there was such wonderful silence. I had a chance to sit there quietly, with others, and watch the geese swimming in the pond. Something that I’ve been wanting to do, since I first came out here, and simply hadn’t had the time. As I was sitting there looking around, at some of the young ladies, and men, it made me think about that Knight in Shining Armor, on so many ladies minds, or that Princess in a Tower, that men may dream of, and I got a little bit more serious. Thinking about what I might want, or what any of us might want, in a husband, or a wife. So I picked up my pen, and I wrote this next short piece.

Is There Such a Man?

A knight in shining armor. Is there such a man?

Sir Galahad of old. A proper gentleman.

Perhaps he’s just a myth? A fairytale of yore.

Dashing to your rescue! But I want something more.

A man who’s been through trials. Who knows he has his faults.

Who’s learned from his mistakes. A man who’s worth his salt.

Everyone was invited to read what they had written afterwards, and I asked to read mine first, so that I could be done being embarrassed, by the time everybody else had read theirs! It was a lovely time. Everyone was very kind. One gentleman even noticed that I had added one more idiom, as the last line of my more serious form. As the other people there read, and not everyone did, I was impressed with the extraordinary Talent that lives along our River. The leader for this session, had taken a lot of the idioms and turned them into all kinds of different fun. Then there was one young ladies Idiom stew, that you could eat, and there was idiom stew, where he took the idioms and stirred them all together. One lady told a story about a kitty cat that had nothing to do with any of the idioms, but was absolutely delightful. One of the younger girls had written such a powerful deep poem. One wrote such a good story, that we all want to hear chapter two next time. Another gentleman, of eighty plus years, wrote about his life, and the changes that he had seen since television came into being, that moved all of us. One lady wrote a post for a Blog that she’s just started, a funny, but true, excerpt from her Farm Life. One that truly touched my heart, was a poem about grief, that a gentleman wrote. He wrote that grief was as pure as the driven snow. He was apologizing because everyone else had written things that were so much fun, and his was so filled with sorrow. One of the ladies there said it would be a very good contrast. So he shared it with us. I told him that it touched me, deeply, because it made me realize, all over again, that it’s okay to grieve. I told him I usually hide my sorrow in humor, or try to present some of the harder things about my life, with the funnier side of my journey. That even when I was writing the more serious side, it was hard to go on, because the grief was… Then. I couldn’t say anything else. But, he smiled, understanding, and said “Because it was welling up from inside.” I smiled and nodded. It was a wonderful and precious time, spent with other people who love the power of the written word.

There was one other aspect about this time, that I need to share with you. I realized that I was hesitating going, because I was going to be doing something, that was just for fun. I have been trying to squish any kind of fun thing to do, like visiting with friends, into my time when I have to go into town. As a result, my time was usually Limited, not just in the amount of time that I would have, but also in how I was doing, because I was trying to fit so many things into a day. I have been so concerned about funds, and rightfully so, that I have tried everything I can, to limit everything that I’m doing, to what is absolutely, and strictly, necessary. I also realized, that I had hesitated to go in the first place, because it’s been so difficult for me to write. All of the confusion and chaos that the toxins of this world cause in my mind, are slowly being cleared up. To be able to write again, is a wonderful thing! To be able to share that with others, is priceless.

When I was listening to the sermon on Sunday, after going to this lovely writing party on Saturday, the pastor had a question for us. What does the good Lord want you doing, today, or next week? As I was praying, two things came to mind. I thought that I would share them with all of you, so that you would know that I have two distinct goals in mind. It’s called accountability, and I hope that you, Gentle Reader, will help me be accountable.

First. Despite the fact that I am doing a lot of walking out here, already, I need to have a scheduled time of walking, with my little Macha. My goal is to be able to get to the mailbox and back. It’s not that far, it’s probably only about a quarter of a mile, one way, but there are some very steep hills, which have been very difficult for me for a long time. I know that I can walk that distance and back, on flat ground, because I just did it on Saturday. It’s the hills that are a challenge. That would be a personal Triumph!

The other thing that came to mind? I need to, finally, sit down, and write that book. The one that the good Lord has been nudging me about, for such a long time. I have lost track of just how many people have told me, that I really need to write a story about my life. The interesting part, is that each time they ask, or tell me, that I need to write, it’s about a separate aspect of my life. Some people want to know about my time on the road as an entertainer. Many people want me to write about the life that I’m leading now, living in my tiny little camper. Others want to know about how I came to know Jesus. Those stories are so intertwined, that I think it will end up being a book about my life of Joy, in Christ. Because ultimately, He has been the Author, of my journey. Whether anyone reads it or not, I think it would be good to write about the amazing and joyful things, and even the hard and painful things, that have all been a part of this crazy thing, called life!

I’ve been praying about it, and there is one more thing, that I really would like to accomplish, before the good Lord brings me home. I would like to be able to record my music.

Until next time, Gentle Reader.

Grateful? For Cancer?!

I know. Crazy! Right?

But. It’s true.

However, let me be clear. I do not know, officially, that I have cancer, again, and I will never know, officially.

I don’t need a biopsy or a scan. I am already on the path of healing naturally.

I have known, in my heart, for a while, that the cancer was probably back. So I have been researching natural ways to heal. I have had some questionable blood test results, in the last few months, but now, I have some lumps around my collarbone, that shouldn’t be there. Plus, two things started happening that my cancer surgeon warned me about, 8 years ago. He said if they did start happening, that I should come see him right away. My voice is starting to get raspy, and it hurts to sing. For those of you who know me well, that last one, is the hardest one to bear.

It is time to take action! But I won’t be calling the cancer surgeon. Continue reading


When Macha came to live with me, I was renting a regular house, with a well fenced yard, and it even had a even a doggie door. Come to think of it, that’s probably one of the biggest reasons I even let myself think about getting another dog.  I felt like I had a good place for one.

When I rescued, Macha, she was 4 years old, and I was praying that she would be able to adjust to having a New Life with me. She did more than just adjust. In the short time I have had her, just eight years now, we have moved many times.  From the house, to babysitting at another house, to renting a room from a couple at church, to an apartment. Continue reading