IN MY WORLD I FIGURE LESS PEOPLE = LESS STRESS

Thinking of our South-west travels tonight I am reminded of the many bird photos I have taken over the years.  I must have hundreds upon hundreds of them scattered throughout my files.  I’ve also had all summer to gather up my birds and centralize them in a photo album but here we are only weeks away from returning to the Southwest and I don’t even have so much as one of my bird photos in any kind of an album. 

Tonight’s random sampling of Southwest birds were taken last winter at our house in Congress.  I am already looking forward to tipping my chair back in the warm Arizona sunshine this winter and once again zeroing in on all my feathered friends:))

With an abundance of water falling from our skies we had ourselves a rather inactive day.  It is our annual seasonal change for this time of year as late summer slips into early Fall.  Winds in the night, a bit of lightning and thunder early this morning and rain for most of the day until skies began to slowly clear in late afternoon.  If the sun is out in the morning Pheebs and will be off but if it’s cloudy I might just crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head.  

    

Sunday’s drive around my old stomping grounds in and around Tavistock Ontario had my head full of writing ideas but today those ideas just seemed to go into hiding.  I suspect the rain had something to do with that.  For me sparkly thoughts don’t seem to fly well in wet weather.  I’ll save my old home town stories for a sunny day.

I’ve been hesitant to load too many things in the Motorhome lately because if I do it’s likely I will forget what I have put in there then have to waste time in another couple weeks frustratingly walking around searching for stuff I can’t find which of course is already in the Motorhome.  Better off to wait 5 minutes before we leave then scurry around in a madcap upside down state of panic and load everything all at once.  Well it almost seems like that sometimes.  Having to make these constant little life adjustments while on the run at this stage of life now is something I had not thought much about years ago and here it is already banging me on the end of the nose almost on a daily basis.  If I ever find out who coined that ridiculous phrase ‘the golden years’ I’m gonna track em down and heap some serious grief upon his or her head!!

I am not a big believer in a lot of the cutsy patootsie over the top ‘inspirational’ sayings I see flooding the internet all the time.  I figure those saying are churned out en masse by Coutts-Hallmark company employees huddled in tiny cubicles somewhere.  I normally skip over them but every once and awhile one of them might catch my attention.  Here’s one I saw this morning, ’People think being alone makes you lonely.  I think surrounding yourself with fake people is the loneliest thing in the world’……….Yep, I like and have experienced that one.  It has taken a very long time for me to learn and accept this but in my world less people simply means less stress.  Not for everybody of course but it works for me and as long as I don’t try to be everybody my life is easier for me to understand.  Well on the good days that is……………

PHEEBS AND I SHARE MANY HATS:))

GROANER’S CORNER:(( A widower who never paid any attention to his wife while she was alive now found himself missing her desperately. He went to a psychic to see if he could contact his late wife. The psychic went into a trance. A strange breeze wafted through the darkened room, and suddenly, the man heard the unmistakable voice of his dearly departed wife. "Honey!" he cried. "Is that you?" "Yes, my husband." "Are you happy?" "Yes, my husband." "Happier than you were with me?" "Yes, my husband." "Then Heaven must be an amazing place!" "I'm not in Heaven, dear."

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“If you can't choose between an angry psychic and a sad psychic, you'll have to find a happy medium.”

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Amy: Can people predict the future with cards?

Joan: My mother can.

Amy: Really?

Joan: Yes, she takes one look at my report card and tells me what will happen when my father gets home.