Welcome to the broken record…broken record..broken record…broken record.(Some of you younger ones who have never seen a record player won’t get that) so here’s a repeat of my complaint.
I’m in the apartment trying to learn to like it because I have to do it. But frankly I’m hating it. I haven’t been birdwatching since December. I missed all the butterflies this year. I saw a few cabbage butterflies but that’s it. understand that that is totally opposite of my life. I’ve spent the last 50 years out and about in nature.
Now I’m done complaining
. I’m trying to raise enough money to get an electric scooter. A lot of handicap people use them but this one is heavy duty, higher ground clearance springs on all four corners and 13 inch tires. It has a range of 29 miles per charge. (Will probably be a little less carrying my weight) The point is, it’s made for outside, not inside. there is a 20 acre park near enough to get there on a scooter but not the wheelchair. Got my fingers crossed. Actually, I’m praying rather than crossing my fingers. It works better.
Depression is the enemy. My van leaves tomorrow at 5 o’clock. Never to be seen by my eyes again. It’s hard to face. Even harder the guy just asked me if he can pay part of it next month. I know that is usually not a good idea, but I have known him for at least 20 years. And I feel obligated to let him do that, because so many people have been good to me over the years when I had my hat in my hand.
if I had enough money, I’d keep the van and be buried in it.
God bless all the nomads and prepare them for the different life that’s ahead.
