Changing Season

 I haven't published for a week or so many things have been going on in our lives. Some not worth posting at this time so I will speak of the good things.
I was reading an article about living on very little money. About a guy living in his RV. The whole idea is very appealing to many people usually the ones over sixty that have realized that they are owned by their material possessions. Or have had to make the choice of traveling or just sitting in they’re big old fancy house.
I for one tried it last summer. I have an disabled daughter that needs my attention she is however thirty five years old and needs her own room. My husband is a workaholic. So my daughter and I took off to the coast for the summer months. IT WAS GRAND. My daughter had the bedroom because she can have her TV and her laptop for games. For us to survive in a motor home no matter how long we would have to have a two bedrooms. Three people in one motor home (and mine is thirty-five foot.) Will just not work. I think that having a cabana that you could go and pull up along side in the winter would be great. That way you don’t get Cabin fever when one or all three are trying to read, (or in my case write...) play games and or watch football.
 Changing of your direction is the best part. When you get bored park anothr direction.
Most Nat. Parks let you stay fourteen days. That’s long enough for me to see everything with in twenty to fifty miles of a place and I would be ready to move on in summers past.
 However this last summer we just went to the coast of Oregon only eighty or so miles from where we had ... a big old farm house and lots of work. 
 I have to tell you it was the best summer I have had in years Stress free, care free, youthful and I could go on and on. So good in fact that we left our farm and leased a home for the winter. So we are now living in our vacation spot. I won’t sell the motor home because  when next summer comes we have our favorite Pow Wows to attend farther up the coast. So the giant is parked for the winter in the driveway. It wasn’t (and still isn’t) easy for my husband to do this however. He wasn’t keen on the idea of being a week end husband. Therefore, he gave it a great deal of thought and said maybe it is time to slow down and retire again. (At sixty-eight) Duh!
I am as happy as a bed bug in a high rise. I can go to the beach, the pier; watch all the waves crash into the jetty. I am an amateur photographer. Therefore, I never get bored taking picture of how mother nature changes. There's a lot of beautiful scenery in this country and it doesn't cost anything. I don’t buy into the consumerist cycle anymore. I don’t buy anything I don’t need. I have so much that when we decided to have the last three yard sales in order to move I haven’t missed a thing. That is sad to admit but it is true. My material things owned me.
Strangely enough we had lived in this same town many, many years ago and we keep running into people that we knew back when. They are all so friendly. I think it is because they didn’t ever leave the vacation spot. We left to a better job, better income and what for? I ask myself now. At any rate we are back where the good Lord put us in the first place Returning from Texas after a long and horrendous bout with cancer. Fifteen years ago. I feel like I have made a full circle.

Really brings out the Vigilante in me. How about you?

Really brings out the Vigilante in me. How about you?
Read the statistics
U.S. Leads Drug Use
Illegal drugs are more available now than a decade ago.
(WebMD) Despite tough anti-drug laws, a new survey shows the U.S. has the highest level of illegal drug use in the world.
I am writing this because my very best friend of forty + years had her home broke into literally door kicked in and her house tossed this last Weds. Drug-related illness, death, and crime cost the nation approximately $66.9 billion. Every man, woman, and child in America pays nearly $1,000 annually to cover the expense of unnecessary health care, extra law enforcement, auto accidents, crime, and lost productivity resulting from substance abuse
She works at Wal-Mart. Nights. Lives alone and has trouble making ends meet. A simple life a quiet church going single woman comes home to find what little she has in her small studio apt, gone. She doesn’t even have cable. Just a TV, DVR, and a large assortment of movies. GONE. Her digital camera a gift from her son at Christmas., Gone. Her drawers dumped, her mattress askew. Her old and I mean elderly cat hidden up in the box springs of her bed. A small amount of cash supposedly hidden to make ends meet from paycheck to paycheck. What little she had is now gone. She said the neighbors know of a pick up that had been seen several times in front of her rural apt. leaving about the time of the incident. This particular morning.
The things that were taken are of fast cash items. She of course had to stay home and pick up the pieces, and couldn’t leave until her apt was secured, (the door being dislodged from its frame). In addition, when she goes back to work she has been docked for an unauthorized absence. Can you believe this? Wouldn’t loosing everything thing of value be a legitimate excuse for not showing up for the night shift?

ABC's Revenge is Sweet

Is anyone watching the new series Revenge? Got to get into it. Makes your own life so much more rewarding

ABC's Revenge | Who's Next?

http://abc.go.com/shows/revenge

These people destroyed her childhood and ruined her father's life. Someone has to pay. Think you know who's next on Emily Thorne's list of Revenge? Make your selection and follow along as she takes them down one by one Wednesdays at 10|9c on ABC. I like the show and the characters are so real.

The Beauty of my Beach

The weather changes in Oregon about every fifteen minutes.

Kind of like a Teenager before she goes out on Friday Night. For me I am glad I have forced air and heat. The comfort of carpet under my feet.

Yesterday at four-thirty am the stars were out the half a moon moving along trying to beat the sun to its resting place for the day. However, this morning it is all hidden behind a layer of clouds.

Fall is upon us. A beautiful season of changing colors.

 On the coast, in my opinion, the summer months are the best. The town literally doubles in its population, the businesses begin to visit grouping together for the many festivals drawing thousands of tourists. Although a bit slower in the past few years because of the economy, they thrive for those three months.

The awe inspiring beauty of the coast, is a draw whatever the season. The daunting power of the ocean waves crashing along the jetty. The Sea gull in search for a post inside the harbor that isn’t framed with a plastic point, to make her nest lay her eggs, safe from other predators.

In the summer there is a shift in the hustle bustle of the entire community in hopes that America will come visit where the peaceful existence of man and nature, ease in and out of the harbor.

My Beach Today Album

So Happy that I reached sixty Five.

UNTIL…
I get the letter that says Welcome to Medicare. We will be taking $115.90 out of your check now.
Welcome? …My foot !! Please don’t take anymore away ! I worked for that. Already
! Didn’t I?
If I have been getting that $115.90. I have already earned it?
Why take it away?
Why doesn’t the Gov. Just gift us oldies a Gift at sixty five !!!
A canoe, a Paddle and re settle us like they did Native Americans.
On a new Creek that dries up in the summer.