What I find rather hilarious about answering this prompt is all my answers seem to be running in reverse, as far as my age and maturity are concerned.
Back in the day, when everyone my age was playing computer games, I was crocheting, cooking and camping. Then when I got older, and slower, I switched it over to doing the things I should have been doing when I was a kid!
While my arthritis and fibro prevent me from doing any of my usual hobbies, as well as, we are a bit homeless just now… my writing and gaming fingers are still on point!
I wrote something a while back, regarding myself, my husband, and my brother-in-law’s gaming techniques.
If you haven’t read that story yet, or if you want another good laugh, you should click the link.
Either way, don’t forget to grab a fresh cookie on your way out…
Welcome aboard Wind In Her Sails Wave Rider, our sea going vessel for today!
Please feel free to move about the deck, as our Captain is quite skilled at keeping us upright and speeding forth. You will find that since our vessel is quite sturdy, all you need concern yourself with is the beautiful view.
There’s such sweet peace in the knowledge that the vessel I sail upon is simply unsinkable! Regardless of weather, danger, obstacles, or even my inability to run the ship by myself, once I signed on with this Captain… He never let go!
All I see right now is clear blue skies and a bright morning sun… hey, there’s other people out there!
Hmmm… I suppose they may have been there all along, but I simply didn’t see them… until now. Who knew?
There is something to be said about the difference of things, depending on how you’re viewing them.
Perspective is everything when you’re flying blind. I’m learning how important it is for me to look through my telescope’s lens properly, and without squinting. No wonder Captain Jack Sparrow always leaned back and looked at everything with a crazy face… or maybe it was just the rum.
Anyway, for anyone not suffering from motion sickness during our voyage today, there are snacks up in the crows nest…
Well, I suppose that we would take whatever cash we had in our pocket and buy an old RV. Then we would travel across the entire U.S. in said RV. Then we would live in said RV for four years, before it became broken beyond our ability to repair it. When that happened, I guess we would have to become homeless and live in a motel, until such time that we could afford to live anywhere else.
Ya, I think that about sums up what I would do if I lost all my possessions.
Without meaning to offend anyone, I’m simply being honest and forthright to the daily prompt question… the world has never wanted, nor accepted me as I am, and I spent far too many years trying to fit into the mold offered.
Why do you think I always talk about being in the desert, running away from the cities of men, as I often refer to them?
This isn’t to say that I don’t love people… I do, very much! That’s part of the problem… I’m just too much for most to deal with, truthfully.
Now that I travel safely tucked beneath the folds of Gods love and covering, I enter cities when needed. I no longer get lost or trampled anymore, as I once did. That being said, I still prefer the deserts, the shadows, the alleyways… where there is need!
You must understand that this attitude comes from being in the wilds for so much of my existence, and I fully accept that my opinion may be somewhat jaded.
It’s too bad that I couldn’t take all of what I currently know and have learned, and start out again at the age of about twenty-five. It’s as if the first fifty years of my existence was simply one nightmare after another and from where I sit now, I’ve nothing good to show for it!
No worries though, because I plan on finishing well!
I had such plans last night as I drifted off to sleep, thinking I would be diving right back into writing this morning. Ha! Double Ha!!
I’m just sitting here, staring at my laptop… and my head is just empty, for better lack of description.
So much in so short a time has me in a bit of a tailspin, if you know what I mean. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going… what I should be doing, need to be doing… sheesh! I finally decided to just start writing and figure it out as I go along.
Watching them haul our RV off to storage was a very strange feeling to me, sort of bitter sweet. We’ve been in that old girl for four years, and she gave us her all! While I can say we made it through, I certainly would not have wished the experience on anyone else. It has been a journey, to say the least.
You know, I have taken more showers in the last three days than I care to admit… I couldn’t help it! The realization that it has been nearly a year without hot water or a working toilet is crazy! There’s even a dishwasher in our room… Can you believe that it’s been nearly ten years since I had my own dishwasher?
Honestly, God used each and every one of you during these last few years! Your encouragement, your love and laughter, and all of your prayers have been so very important to me, more than I can ever truly express!
While it may take a bit of adjusting, as we’re still in transition for a little longer, my hope is to get back to writing more steadily soon.
I love you all so much, and I’m so grateful for having you in my life… thank you!
When I was small it felt like I was the color crayon queen, as I feverishly colored every single page of my color books! I consciously sought to use as many brightly colored crayons as I could muster, on each and every page. It was wonderful… as long as I stayed inside the lines!
When I homeschooled my daughters, I was given the renewed desire to draw and paint. It was like my early school days all over again! We had nearly everything that Crayola offered, as I felt it my motherly duty to provide full courses in every category of education, especially art. The bonus for me was that my daughters were so young, they thought I was amazing at whatever we did. Homeschooling them was like Disneyland for this girl!
With all that being said, I am simply awful at painting… I mean, we’re talking train wreck bad! While I aspire to have the talent of artists such as Picasso and the like… I’m more akin to Bob Rossi mixed with Will Farrell. No offense Bob… I’m just keeping it real.
While you may or may not have noticed the lack of my presence over the last week, we are in a transition period of being homeless. Now, don’t get fussy just yet, cause when I said that God’s got me… I mean it fully in every sense of the words!
In order for us to be eligible for housing assistance, we must first be classed as homeless. What this meant for us… abandon the RV!
By God’s grace and purpose, from the time we got into the car, we were actually homeless for a total of 35 minutes… the time it took for us to drive to the motel that was paid for and provided. This has to have been one of the easiest moves I’ve ever had to make!
The double bonus is that we barely have anything to take with us, so the packing has been easy. We still have to have the RV towed to a storage facility, as it is not drivable at all.
At this time, all I can really tell you is that I took a shower in my own bathroom last night…
Ok… I can tell you more!
I have a working toilet, hot water, a mini kitchen, a huge fluffy bed covered in white sheets, white pillows, white everything…
My bathroom towels are all white… and clean!
There is a pool, a gym, a laundry room, breakfast provided each morning, free parking, free internet… free everything!
While we are still a distance away from actual housing… I could not be more grateful to my God, my husband, my WordPress family, and absolutely every single person who had a part in opening all the doors, thus far.
This has been such a journey, and though I realize it is not over, when one has been drowning, that first breath of glorious air is indescribable!
Journey With Me! 