Monday Message…

Today begins another transitional phase in the journey, my friends. I may be absent for a number of days, as we seek somewhere to stay until we find our next stop. As far as I’m aware, this room is only good through tomorrow morning, with no more assistance available on that front. But, we just need to get our voucher so that we can start applying anywhere. That comes in the morning, after our mandatory voucher orientation class. Honestly, I don’t know what goes through the minds of those behind desks, assuming that a homeless person can travel some 30 miles away for this required attendance. Luckily, the car is still drivable and we have fuel in the tank.

Oh well, let’s just do what needs doing, you know?!

Besides, my husband’s doing the physical driving, anyway. And, let’s not forget that God’s the one in control, overall! He’s got us!

Hopefully, I will be back before you even know that I was missing… hehehe

Shhhhhhh….

Daily writing prompt
Write about your approach to budgeting.

There’s only one good way to approach a budget, in my opinion. You have to pretty much sneak up on it and take hold, before it gets away. Trust me… if it sees you coming, your budget will leave you in the dirt, wondering where on earth it went!

Cookie?

I’ll tell you what I know…

If you want me to give you a yes or no answer regarding whether or not I’m patriotic… you’re probably going to be disappointed! 

What I can tell you is that I was born on this soil, have poured my blood, sweat, and tears into it for 56 years… and I still feel the rush of pleasure each time I plant something new in the soil.  Make if it what you will.

Cookie?

Somebody’s gotta do the heavy lifting…

Well, ok… only in a post-apocalyptic, zombie infested world, but still! Where would all those surviving warriors out there get food, drink, and meds, if not for MeeMaw’s Goodwill?

I have to maintain all my outer defenses, while also cooking, gardening, gathering resources, running the forges and crafting all the bandages and medications. My place usually services wayward survivors at all hours of the day or night… zombie’s don’t wear watches, if you were wondering about the hours.

Anyhow, my trigger finger’s itching, and I hear somebody knockin at the back gate… and they don’t sound too friendly!

Who Hasn’t!?

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

Did you know that it certain parts of this very nation, you can go to jail for spitting on the side walk? There are many laws from generations ago that have yet to be updated and/or rewritten, so the odds of someone accidentally breaking the law are higher than one would think.

Want a cookie?

I promise I haven’t stolen them…

Barnyard Building…

While restorations are still ongoing at the barn, I thought to go exploring in the woods this morning just for the fun of it. I’ve also been wanting to take Bailey back to the area where Tilly discovered her beneath that log. For the life of me, I haven’t been able to figure out how the puppies managed to escape from the lobby in the first place, only to then end up in the woods behind our farmhouse. It just seems really strange, you know?

So off we went, the three of us, back down the path from which the mouse and puppy had come, in search of some answers. Well, I went in search for the answers part, while the mouse and puppy mostly chased one another around trees and beneath bushes. Several times, I found myself just watching them play, rather than doing any searching. It actually worked out in my favor, though, because it was during this game that we discovered a hidden trail, just off the main path we’d been traveling.

Being curious, we decided to follow the new trail, though I had to crawl on my hands and knees on several occasions. You try following the path of a mouse, or even a puppy, for that matter! I’m just sayin that it isn’t that easy, that’s all.

Anyways, we didn’t have to travel that far before my eye caught a glimpse of something shiny, further down the path. You’re never going to believe what we stumbled upon, not half an hour’s walk from the farm?

The very carousel that I’d been suggesting we could restore into a garden or something, sat before us in a small glade… for no apparent reason! There was no trace of a carnival passing by, in fact, no roads could be seen anywhere nearby.

While I stood staring in confusion, over why someone would abandon an old piece of machinery in middle of the woods, both Tilly and Bailey disappeared around the back of the carousel. I called out to them, but there was no reply from either… as if they’d simply vanished!

I ran round to where I’d last seen them heading and nearly tripped over my own shoe in surprise…

I kid you not! There was a doorway on the backside of the carousel, standing wide open! Logic said that my two little ones had probably gone through the open passage that I too, felt compelled to enter…

At first, all I could see was a dark corridor with little light available, aside for several ceiling lights that mostly just flickered on and off. I did see a small doorway ajar, further down the passage, and could hear the distant whispers of my two tiny compadres.

When I got to the doorway and pushed it open… everything about the disappearance of the puppies finally made more sense…

Did you know that the Lobby had a back door? I didn’t! Apparently, back behind the archive section is an open doorway… no wonder the puppies got out that way!

I hope you weren’t expecting me to explain all this, because I’m just as confused as you probably are…

Well, at least now we know it’s within easy walking distance of the Barnyard… if you were of a mind to visit, of course!

Just follow the path …

I’m Going Home…

Daily writing prompt
If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?

Well, I wouldn’t actually use that as a title, but I have no intention of giving you the actual title before I’ve actually gotten it published! That would be silly of me. And, I’d be more likely to use this picture for my cover instead of the one above…

Now, I’ll distract you with some cookies…

Old, yet still useful…

Wouldn’t this make a beautiful and whimsical centerpiece for a garden?  We could fill all the benches with planters, filled with differing flowers.  Then, train some wild ivy around the center walls and some Wisteria for the outer bars.  The vines could trail all the way up and over the top of the carousel.

I love that saying, one man’s junk is another man’s treasure, don’t you?  Taking an old broken thing and making it new and/or different is quite rewarding, in my opinion… just sayin!