BLESSED SABBATH/COUNTDOWN TIME

This has been a busy weekend.

This has been a blessed weekend.

The house sale cleared Wednesday afternoon, and escrow was in full swing Thursday afternoon.

THURSDAY; escrow process is started.

Friday morning found me loading the back of the Highlander up again, and divvying up some things among my gal pals

Headed to my last Graysriver Sleuth Sisters; with gifts; Flower Pots for Linda; Silk Flowers & twig wreaths for Ramona; Terra Cotta Pots & Craft Ribbons for Becky.

A happy, yet bittersweet 'Goodbye WA!'

New experiences on the horizon.

The South is calling … Texas, in particular.

I intend to go full cowgirl. LOL

I'm already gone.

On my way home from Ramona's, I was excited to be getting back home - I never felt that way before Holland came into my life: since December 14th of 2018, I put off coming home as long in the day as I safely could. Then, I just came home long enough to fall into bed and repeat the process all over again the next morning. But since Holland and I married January 7th of this year, coming home feels good. Knowing there is someone at home that loves me, and looks forward to seeing me; makes my heart happy.

Holland is good for me. We share the same goals. Our mindset is similar - most often in sync. Our purpose parallels. Our life vision lines up.  We like being together. We laugh a lot together.

Holland is good for me.

Holland is my Home.

I can't wait to get home now :-)

Since we got happy news Wednesday, we've ramped up looking for a Coach we can personalize, and make our Home. We kicked around the idea of trading in both our vehicles on a new one … but circled back around to selling the pickup and keeping the Highlander to tow behind the coach; so, our total length will be 60 feet long (with tow vehicle) x 18 feet tall. And I will learn to drive the coach with vehicle in tow.

And we will avoid calimexarabia all together. Holland has pretty strong opinions about the place - and since it has embraced barack hussain obama as god and boasts being a gang and terrorist hangout, I'm in agreement with avoiding it.

I'm also in agreement about Texas ;-)

I've never been there, but I am curious. And I like Governor Abbott.

Holland is excited to be going back to Texas.

Holland making clear that calimexarabia will be avoided at ALL COSTS.

calimexarabia had it's moment in our life - and that blip was IT.

Reno is a repeat.

I'm proud of Holland: he is getting comfortable with the camera trained on him :-)

This afternoon we had an appointment downtown; so while we were out and about, we checked into a few things we are considering for our new lifestyle - it's happening.

Even though we can't do a whole lot until the $$$$ crosses our palms, it's countdown time:

Checked out a mini freezer at Manchester's, downtown.

And an electric bed - we WILL find a way to incorporate this into our motorhome.

Also checking into  flexible solar panels for the motorhome.

We are also researching best internet and cell server for our road gypsy lifestyle; we'll basically be {homeless} with no rooted address. We know living a full-time RV lifestyle can be done (we've both done that throughout the years) … we just have to tap into wise decisions while we set out to enjoy our freewheeling life ;-)

THE SUNSHINE OF LIFE

Roy Ayers – ‘Sunshine’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSBWiFGzsyU)

Today was a perfect day to be outside 😊 

The sun was shining warmly around 10 AM.

The air was still … which meant the pollen swirl would be low-key 😉

I could get outside to wash the car!

It was not warm enough yet to wear capris or shorts; and I didn’t want to wear my shinny-leg jeans because they’d be miserable on my legs when they got wet. So, I rummaged through my smaller jeans stash for a dark denim pair of jeans, and prayed I’d finally shed enough excess poundage to easily pull on/snap a size smaller pair of jeans (I’ve shed 15 pounds since December): (((YES!))) I actually had a peppy strut to my step today. LOL!

The exercises are working.

The Highlander was so filthy, I washed it twice – I counted that as a cardio workout ;-)

Now, I am not ashamed to have it seen on the road 😉

Of course, the places I drive to, will have it dusted out again in no time at all … but I’ll be able to wash it more frequently over the upcoming months.

While the car dried, I ate a quick lunch before driving into town to deposit Bob’s IWA love gift – I am thankful Bob provided this monetary care for me: it sure comes in handy with all the obamanite price hikes (across the board) that The People are being hit it with since obama’s useful idiot/biden was placed, to carry out barak hussain obama’s Destruction of American Agenda.

THANK YOU, BABE ~ OX

The provision is nice – and welcomed: but, I’d rather have Bob ☹

I was on my way back home, when I received a phone call from friends; asking me to come for Supper. I haven’t seen these friends in a couple months, so I laughed, and said, “Okay: let me make a U-turn, and I’ll see you in 5”.

I was missing Bob a lot (April is the month Bob & I became US – a lifetime ago, that doesn’t seem so long ago to my heart), and suddenly Elohim was redirecting my thoughts and giving me a happy ending to my day 😊

I have a good God. 

I have good friends.

We enjoyed 3 hours of good food, side-splitting laughter, and conversation; since we spent our youth/young adulthood in the same small town upriver, our convos eventually get around to the people we all know – and always Bob. It is good to remember Bob, and we always learn something new about Bob’s impact on our collective lives, that we hadn’t known before. But other memories of time spent in that small town upriver is not so welcome: Bob’s presence was what made that place so special – Bob is no longer here, and the memories (though good ones) no longer shine with a magical pull.

Patti LaBelle – ‘New Attitude’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSEK-n3qWCI)

For my friends, the small town lost its pull on their heartstrings decades ago, when they pulled stakes and moved away without looking back.

For me, the Grim Reaper sucked all the magic out of those memories, three years ago. There’s nothing there for me anymore; I noticed when I drove through there last Thursday, that I don’t have any lingering warm feelings residue towards it: even my memories don’t want to revisit there anymore. Bob’s life was what livened up those years spent there – without his presence, it’s just another town on the map.

But for 3 hours this afternoon, we briefly allowed our thoughts to touch down there before reining them back in … and discussing the roots we are setting down here.

They have a good life here. 

I have a good life here.

Life is good in this sunshine season of our lives – and we are embracing everything it has for us 😊