In my humble opinion...

How many of you in your later years have said that the day of your birth should be treated as just another day with no fanfare for our individual day that we squeezed out from the womb of our loving Mothers? Too graphic sorry for any who felt that was… BUT TOO BAD! It is what it is…!
It is in my head of right now of why my reasoning full-out disagrees with that; that many think is an unselfish concept.

Not to be too maudlin but do any of us truly realize how long we have on this planet?
Lives are so fragile and should be celebrated daily!

One moment we are here and the next we may not be, true?
And I am not talking about fatal illnesses, why even healthy people can be hit by a truck or die in the blink of an eye!
I know what you are thinking; what a way to think?

Go with me here, have I ever steered you wrong?
Well, keep it to yourself if you feel I did and if not shout it to the world that I did not, but either way I will continue…!

If any of you out there have had a child or know a child you know how precious they are and that they are blessings, gifts, no matter what you believe, even the bratty ones, really! I should know that… why I was one, i.e. bratty and so the almighty bestowed me with one of my very own…i.e. a bratty child, let’s just say it is not number one son.
Moving on…

Put yourself in their place and think how that would sound to them… are you thinking…? PS I mean telling them that your/their birthday is just another day… now, do you get it?
Making us seem as individuals of no value on that day is to me very sad…
We all know that we are special and I am not just referring to the mentally or physically challenged folks, of course they are, but each of us and every living person on this planet are too!
You mean something, we all mean something and the world would not be the same without us in it!
I know some of us have not yet found out what that meaning is, but you will know when you see it, hear or feel it…PS I myself am still waiting…oh well…

So don’t ever lessen your significance on this globe by saying that the day you became you is not important enough to pay attention to!
Sorry pals, but our days are numbered, unless you or I have found a way to become immortal, so I say spread the word herald the day and make it count, yes each one that feels great, and especially that special day that you made your GRAND ENTRANCE, on YOUR BIRTHDAY!
And an enormous TA DA! (Which for any who may have forgotten, it is an exclamation used for anything, when you’re feeling that it is remarkable!)

I have many friends on Facebook and many birthdays that I herald daily and that makes me and them feel great to let all of them know how I truly feel that is that they popped out on their day, that SPECIAL DAY!

Days come and go and when they all seem the same we must find uniqueness in a few, at the very least the ones that represent our days of our loved ones special entrée into this one world that we all share! I say why not, it could be just another way to think out of the box, hmm?


I am pretty sure that I have given you all something to think about and you should and then go ahead and celebrate that next BIG DAY with the one or the many that you care about and feel so happy because you are here and we all CARE and when you do we do too, even when you don’t…
WE STILL DO!
So take that world!

And on that who knows what… allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

I got the word...hummingbird!

Does anyone remember where that lyric is from?
I will help you, “Bye, Bye, Birdie!,” The telephone line song. Spreading gossip via the landlines… oh memories…
You see, I was a member of the off, off, off, etc… Broadway cast in Ridgewood New Jersey at the tender age of fifteen with my old chum from up north. The company was the Thunderbird Teen Corporation and we had a ball doing it!

It’s always refreshing to know that you were so wrong when you imagined things that are not right or true to your way of what you really want things to be, huh?

Fairly often I am on the wrong side of some things with how I figure many of life’s glitches out.
Getting things wrong is no fun at all.
But can be rewarding when you thought something bad had happened and find out that you were wrong about that, hmm?

And again I am proud to say that I was very wrong in my thinking that two people I email regularly were out to get me in a negative way, well not get me, but didn’t get me?
My old chum from up north apologized this morning for her computer was not functioning properly and her cell phone was MIA, and so she had to use her other phone to track it down; how many of us have been there and done that, now I ask you?

My French Canadian neighbor across the canal, also apologized for her French name for what we call Spam being even more insulting unbeknownst to us innocent Americans as an ‘undesirable file’ which is the English literal translation, not much we can do about that, oh no! That language is ancient I do believe or really old.
Not that the word for ours ‘SPAM’ sounds any better, perhaps a wee bit though, like that chopped ham canned stuff that some eat, personally I don’t recall ever trying it.
It is a hash is what I do believe it is, which in reality what in the world does that have to do with junk mail ala computer territorial files, really?

WORDS! Semantics, once again and how some misunderstandings, even wars have begun because of them!
Happily I am no warrior here, as we all know just a worrier, and ha to that!

So the home front has been quieter today and we can’t complain for that, but I know I do on occasion… life is a precarious situation when you awake daily to it… But it is never ever boring to the sheer fact that each one we come upon allows for us to make whatever we dare or care to of it, profound, hmm?
Nah, a filler of my word count, kidding; or am I?

Getting back to spreading gossip by teens with use of ye olde telephone in the home that at times was shared with others as ‘party lines’, and no they were no party! We never had one but my aunt and uncle did, with two teenage sons.
Mostly you had to check by listening to make sure some one else was not using the line if you had to make a call.
And the fact that was the only way to know for sure, caused many a person to pick up others gossip, purely by accident, maybe?
Any-who, those were the days, when the operators were alive people who you could ask them to connect them to your party or use your fingers to turn that dial around the base set, not computerized mechanical voices or people sitting in India or the Philippines … Oh no, the times were much different, you usually had only one phone that you had to take turns to use…I know, to kids today that may seem barbaric!
Not at all, we all were using the same simple way to communicate.
Although, there were many problems, since people can err, and human error or wrong connections or numbers were not much different than today…Geez, again the more things change the more they stay the same.
People all know that the game to have the newest and the best and the most of things is not new either… the expression, “Keeping up with the Joneses”, is as old as…1913 from a comic strip that appeared in the New York World and the cartoonist was, Arthur R. "Pop" Momand, how about them apples folks? To read more, copy and paste this site: http://www.answers.com/topic/keeping-up-with-the-joneses

On that my proof of nothing being truly that new in this world, except this offering of mine tonight :-)! Allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Oddities in life, i.e. computer life that is...

Daily we make decisions to speak with people whether for personal or business or who knows what other reasons…
And my most common mode for communication is this techno marvel, since I do not have an IPHONE or IPAD or smart newer form of communication, but I don’t mind because this works for me.
And if it’s not broke; so as the expression goes, why fix it?
But over the last few days people, two of my often communication peeps have been finding either that they have not been receiving my emails or as the one from Canada said that it was going into her undesirable folder and she would write back asking me if these were from me.
I took it to mean as we call it here, her SPAM folder, and so I called her to suggest that perhaps she should adjust it?
Hubby took her side and said that was insulting to her as if she didn’t know how to use her computer, meanwhile I was still seething from being called undesirable! And I do know that sometimes things accidentally or on purpose by hitting it too soon could go there to the SPAM folder. Why I have accidentally even deleted things that I wanted.
MEN!
The other was that old chum from up north who said that she hadn’t heard from me since I told her that we would be going to the P-G party, which I told her was a festival, guess she was being sarcastic or perhaps funny, Punta Gorda, P-G? PS I sent her at least five emails since that one, all yesterday! Mostly because she was buying her mom a scooter from where I got mine and I thought she should invest in an extra battery since what happened to me at the festival with mine going dead. Thankfully due to Hubby’s recharging it fully, it seems to be holding a full charge now.
Am I taking all this way too seriously?
Probably, and that’s why I called her too, and she did not answer her cell phone and so I left a message and so I do believe there might be more going on than I realize here…
She did go to work this morning; she works part time and she did say that she did turn her computer off when she left. But that does not explain why no emails were received.
I suppose she no longer wants to renew our old friendship; for some reason that I don’t know why, but then why email saying that she hadn’t heard from me.

Gosh, I am baffled.
My world gets smaller each and every day…
And my sadness gets larger.

The last few years I stopped forwarding forwards most of the time, unless they are real funny, not political or biased in anyway! In those days I got back hate mail from those who disagreed when I mailed the ones that were biased to my liberal ways of thinking!

I found what makes one person laugh, makes another angry, sometimes and vice versa sometimes too.
We, as human beings are still so difficult to read and harder due to this thing not seeing your facial expressions or hearing your voice; as I said no Skype here either.
And in my present condition that’s just as well.

Yep, being in this house more often than not is hard to do.

Let me try to find the humor in all this… looking, wait, looking… looking; yep got it!

If I had not had anyone to speak with regularly at all… than I would have NOTHING TO BE UPSET ABOUT OR ABLE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! TA DA!
Got that one out as a squeaker, hmm?

But really with me being way too sensitive to others attitudes and ways of expressing themselves in dealing with me that alone has given to me the ability to become more astute too in trying to communicate not as harshly over the last year or so, I do believe; a kinder gentler me, at least I hope so.
People don’t get it that with MS so many glitches in your brainwaves can be responsible for me behaving the way that I do.
Besides my atrocious grammar problems that also are responsible from leaving prepositions out too! More so than off, on, at, etc. Brain glitches are not that uncommon with Multiple Sclerosis or Dyslexia problems with transposing numbers and letters. I know it is due to the MS since I used to receive one hundreds, being the perfect grade on my spelling tests as a child in school and now I cannot recall many words… also I was pretty good in math too and now that’s gone by the wayside too!
And no, these problems are not from my age and I am not on the verge of dementia, since my neurologist specializes in that and we discussed that my mom’s sister had it that is Alzheimer’s.
So far, there are no indications of that, thankfully.

But I did inherit one of my mom’s bad things a true personality flaw, being a worrier, or worry wart, and that’s not good at all.
I still love and miss her though, and we all say that we will be or won’t be just like our parents, little do we realize at the time it is inevitable, we have their DNA!

On that more than you may have wanted know, but already did, she said what?
Allow me now to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Honesty is the best policy, or is it?

Couth is considered showing very good manners or great social sophistication…To me that reeks of snobbish dishonesty, to others it says polite, who’s right?
Since I do believe that it also means that lying to prevent hurt feelings is also preferable. To me, it gives me a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking that people would be capable of not being honest all of the time, and I do know that it is true. Lying by omission is also very upsetting to me and should be omitted from people’s nature too!
I do know in my heart of hearts that it is important to be civil, but to what end, of dishonesty?

I am not a child anymore, but what happened to the teachings of Pinocchio and Mister Gepetto?
We as children all knew that if we told a lie that our noses would grow, and I am proud to say I still have a fairly little one, nose that is, to this day!
Is that why there is so much plastic surgery these days everyone going in to get rhinoplasty (nose jobs) for those way too long lying noses?
Come on folks, I am not saying you should be outright mean, but telling just the truth when asked would also be considered polite too in my book!

Over my many years on this planet people have lied to me and to me that is as if a knife had been stuck into my heart, figuratively speaking people, but you all knew that, true?
If not I will worry about you!



What brought this on, some might ask, well, to be honest watching the TV show Bones where the murder victim was involved in a seminar called, The Honesty Policy, where everyone there leaves their lies at the door and speak only honestly in the group.
I personally had not recalled seeing this episode before and found it fascinating, since I too believe in being sincerely honest. It did not work in the office/lab situations, that is always being honest, too much time was wasted and feelings hurt, but with the main character. Nicknamed Bones, who is a forensic anthropologist, thus the title, it has been her always persona, being a no baloney type of woman and was how she tackled her job without emotion just pure unadulterated honesty that was accepted by all her co-workers.

Moving on…
But there is more to this thinking all of the time woman than just stealing ideas for a blog from TV subject matter… Today we went out again, why it’s a trifecta in a good way, but with a slight glitch, now you tell me why would I do anything simple, really?

We went to the local annual Seafood Festival in River City AKA Punta Gorda, boat show, crafts, mostly jewelry etc. and Republican candidates accosting fair, teasing. I will get back to that later… Any-who, we arrived early due to my bright idea of being able to find a physically challenged parking spot and sure enough we did! Right up front with easy access, the entrance fee was supposed to be two bucks but no one there was asking, no body stopped anyone coming in and so we got in for free, but we were ready to pay the fee, but as I said no one was there to collect it!
And so we made the rounds checking all the offerings including Hubby looking at the cars and boats, forgot they also had cars there, but as you went to the right outer circle all the candidates, on a local level were there requesting you to sign their forms so the wouldn’t have to pay the seven thousand bucks to be on the ballot!
I cheerfully, as possible said that I would not sign anything without knowing the background of the person, and they mentioned that it was not a vote, but only so they could get on the ballot, yea with my personal info to get them there, hmm? I do not sign anything unless I have a full disclosure, since I was kid and signed something that got me into big trouble!
It was a petition to stop the Viet Nam War, and I thought that the organization was a democratic one, it was Students for a democratic society, but apparently it was a communist one, let’s just say I was seventeen and not that politically savvy and the FBI came to our home and all was cleared up! One lesson learned the hard way!
Scary, all I thought I was doing was signing that petition to stop killing my friends; some were pulled out of high school in those days if their draft number came up! But I was so wrong…
And I do believe that is why till this day I still do not sign ANYTHING without knowing all of the facts, okay?
No long nosey here!

Any way, where was I, oh that’s right we were making the rounds and killing time until lunch so that we could taste some of the tasty items that were offered at not too bad prices, and then my BLUE BEAUTY scooter, started to go slower and slower and it was going from the green zone to the yellow nearly in the red zone!
My battery was giving out and we were a bit of a trek even to our excellent parking spot, so I showed Hubby and we both came to the conclusion that sadly by eleven thirty our day out was not going to happen!
We retreated to the car, but Hubby felt he still wanted to provide a seafood meal we both seemed to desire, actually I think crave would be a better adjective.
And so he offered Red Lobster and so after getting some much needed gas at the most reasonable station @ 3.75 a gallon for regular, Racetrac, we went all the way up the other direction towards our mall where the restaurant borders the outer parking lot!
We both had the baked flounder with crab stuffing, Hubby had his black coffee with sugar and I had my usual unsweet iced tea with extra lemons, and all was right with the world once again! You see, Hubby could not find a handicap space that was open but it was just as well since up front, yes that is right, right in front of the door was one not too far that I was able to use my walker and go in! TA DA!

On that making lemonade out of lemons kind of day again, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly share all your blessings and don’t forget those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

"No man is free who is not master of himself..."

Yes, if you guessed Chinese food delivered via China City tonight. I do believe that meant man or woman collectively; at least I should hope so, in this our 21st century!
Fortune cookies are so profound at times, or not.
“People rise to your expectations.”
Sounds so powerful and almost dictatorial, hmm?
Well, if it is a parental thing than, okay, we should all have our children listen to us, but then again why would we want for them not to think for themselves, no that is sooo wrong too!

Moving on…
I have found a jeweler in Punta Gorda that had fixed other jewelry a while back for us, while you wait and we were going to go there today, but of course something postponed it…
The automatic chlorinator in our pool didn’t seem to be working the pool had a nasty cloudy appearance to it and Hubby had to take it apart to clean it but it is nearly seven years old and we may have to get another one… Consequently, we are now in a wait and see mode. Meanwhile, Hubby improvised with a piece of netting and our very large chlorine tablets that he strung from the railing of the steps into the pool. He also bought heavy duty shocking liquid chemical and so it will take some time to work.
Any-way, we decided to go over to the jewelry store next week, and at the very least find out the prices for the repairs.

I did do something that I hadn’t done in quite sometime I found a couple (2) of summer short sleeved dresses and a cardigan online to purchase at a site called of all things: http://www.drleonards.com/ Have any of you used this site or this company before?

I sure hope they look good on me and fit right, Geez, what a chance I am taking, hmm?
Sort of exciting as if I am doing something dangerous! Sometimes we need that, hmm? Wild child that I am these days, as we both know that I am kidding…what happened to that girl or did she ever exist; NAH!
The company sounds legit and the shipping was free over a certain amount and I made that, but I am to get a ten dollar discount back too.
They are out of Edison New Jersey, and so how could you go wrong? LOL!
Being a New Jersey girl/woman/old lady, what-have-you, I guess I was a sucker for a hometown, not mine but I suppose it would be more right to say a home state business, we will see.
I charged it and with all my concerns I already spoke to customer service at my credit card company and they assured me not to worry, if for any reason something is askew I am protected and won’t have to pay, whew!
I just remembered it was nearly eight years since I bought clothes online!
We, Hubby and I, both have bought lotsa of other stuff, but not clothes.
The eating out seems to be going rampant, hmm?
With my weight concerns it seems rather wrong, but I had steamed shrimp with steamed Chinese vegetables called the dieter’s delight and Hubby had their barbecue ribs admittedly I stole a few, we did share the vegetables that also came with white rice but neither of us ate the rice.
Still quite a bit left for another meal though, you know it is always that way when we buy their sumptuous cuisine.
And the eating out thingy when you are unable to move as well as you would like to or stand for long at all, and guilt with having Hubby having to do meals much too often it is nice to have the break of no guilt with planning your daily sustenance every once in while, if not more often, hmm?
It is so much easier when you have barely any dishes to do and pots etc… you all know what I mean…as much as we both enjoy cooking and we really do, sometimes it is good to support local business and have that time off of preparation for other things, true? It saves utilities in your own home too, so it is green to do!
If you believe that one I’ve got some swamp land to sell you in Florida! Nope, it’s all built up and we don’t have any, anyway, wish I did before it got built up… like many places in good ole NJ too! Oh, of course, we still have the Everglades, here in Florida and they are a lot of swamp land there for your joy to visit!

On that something to consider, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!
See what a difference a day makes?

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS Just a friendly reminder:
Tonight is Daylight Saving’s and so we Spring ahead one hour remember all in these USA!

Having a bad day is the pits...

We all have them, and yes I mean you too.
Periodically I go so low my mind ends up in the doldrums, wherever they are, hmm?
Okay, now I got it the doldrums are sadness, how redundant of me, or melancholy, feeling dejected, depression and despair, you know it, unhappiness and despondency, not quite, pessimism, in my case fleeting, now I feel that I am not quite there totally yet.
And so I suppose there is hope for me, oh yes!

What you may be wondering would cause a chatty gal like myself to feel so very miserable?
Well, to be honest and you all know that I always am…I had to return my new clothing purchases from yesterday, they fit fine, but looked just awful…on my fatty self!
After, going to a crafts bazaar at the cultural center with more ideas for us to steal in our own creativity we ate lunch there too. I had shrimp bisque soup and a salad and Hubby had barbecue chicken and smashed red potatoes with steamed veggies, how healthy of him!
We drank our own waters, since there it is not taboo.
After that we stopped at the Trash or Treasure shop within the complex and they looked as if they had more items than the last time we were there, and they did. I mentioned to the man at the register as we paid for four small picture frames we had chosen at a grand total of $2.14 in total that it was good to see all the new items and I mentioned that I wrote a blog and said that they could use some more donations when we had been there the last time!
I had hoped that I was able to help in some small way, he said thank you but also asked me to tell anyone donating to make sure the items are in pristine condition, since people even on a budget want nice things. I guess this is that request, and so if you live here in Port Charlotte Florida or even nearby the Cultural Center of Charlotte County Florida could use your gently used things, okay?

From there I asked Hubby to take the short trek up to the Target store where I had been bombarded lately with one email after another with all their sales and specials!
And I though perhaps I could find something there to wear and not look like a blimp!
But no luck and I began spilling my heart out to two other larger women but neither was in a scooter, just big.
They seemed to find things for themselves that I felt were not right for me like stripes and too bright colors…
I stormed out on my mighty scooter very upset, how I wanted to crawl into a hole and scrunch up into a fetal position but my enormous tummy would not allow me to…
I’m so miserable and my clothes are shot, and to think I used to work in fashion and model too!
Sure I can dress myself when I am slim, and even the models I used in all the fashion shows I put together for the non-profits, but this me the one in the fat suit me…I really do just want to cry…
In days of yore, my yore, not yore, this would make me angry enough to do something and change it all!
But now I can’t even walk due to the parathesia and ataxia, and I can’t even sweat without ending up on IV steroids!
So I am angry, sure, but frustrated more so… and very, very sadden by what I’ve become.
Life was not supposed to be this hard, was it?
And I really, really wish I knew what to do, besides becoming a recluse and hiding this ugly form from the world, me without any hope…
Tell me this is just another aberration, please?
I need to know that it is worth my while to continue on…
Anyone have any ideas?
I have been to counseling and you know what?
Every time that I have gone, three times in all in my life they have told me that I have every right to be depressed, but not how to make it better, and I am the one who went to them for help, no one told me to go but myself, and I didn’t get any? Now what good is that?
The first time I went to a grief counselor after my Mom died suddenly when I was a young Mom myself of thirty- one, and was pronounce well after only a month of four sessions, then after the hurricane it was a trifecta due to the death of our Yorkie of sixteen years old in May, then estrangement from our youngest son in June, and the grand finale of Hurricane Charley in August!
I thought I had Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and so I went to see a psychiatrist due to my own diagnosis no one else’s, and he was able to put me on Cymbalta, a medicine used now primarily for pain, but then it was new and also used for depression, may be now too and I was on it for three years… when I could no longer afford it; I then weaned myself off of it and I was cured!
The last experience again was my own doing with knowing about the frustration of dealing with my Multiple Sclerosis and hitting dead ends I wanted help again, and again with just a few visits with a government counselor I was pronounced well, but I could come back anytime if need be, so I was told.

Depression is a disease that comes with misery, a death of a loved one or even a long time pet, a job loss, a foreclosure etc. and a chronic or fatal illness and Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome comes with a shock, which having your house destroyed with you in it does qualify I do believe, and so there should be no shame in any of that!
Sure it makes us crazy those who go through any of it, but rightfully so, right?

And so when I think of how frivolous my worries over not being able to find something to wear is, I still cry and I am crying now…since I long for the old me the pretty slim happy me with a loving family with both of our sons always within our realm… of communication and …oh I don’t know what to say…

But good night to all and to all try to be all that you can be and I suppose for me I will have to resign myself to more of my constant limitations and accept who I am now.
I always have been able to fix things in the past and now I can’t anymore!
I suppose I should sleep on it, tomorrow is another day…
GRRR!

For you all please share all your blessings and those overages, and we will try too! Since I have survived so much this must be just another dip in my roller coaster ride that I consider my life, and welcome to it?

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Activism, shopping and being a promoter of our area, and yes, you are very welcome Charlotte County Florida!

We had a busy day again out into the world, at about ten thirty in the A.M. we left the compound to mosey on over to the vampira’s hangout in the lab, corp that is, for my TSH, thyroid test. And when the New Yorker newbie one took all that she needed of my precious red gold, I was dismissed.
And so Hubby and I drove the mile or so down the road a piece to the Beall’s of the outlet persuasion, meaning lower cost for the same good stuff!
Any-who, the objective was to locate a statuary of the pelican species for a place in our humble abode…but the selection was not to my liking, many others may like them, but none I could fall in love with, if you know I mean?
We did find a new mattress protector for our king sized bed, for a mere, $12.99!
Then I took a look around for something in the clothing department, which with me being so large, not living large, being FAT, I sincerely hate to go. But with my few sets of clothing that I do wear going in and out of the wash so often they are showing wear and tear, literarily!
I did find some pretty solid colored two shades, one each of purple sun dresses. One had a cap sleeve and the other did not, but I found a lovely blouse with a large matching flower on it with silver painted embellishments on it. So we went over to their costume jewelry department and for $5.99 I found a complimentary necklace and earring set with shell like small round pieces threaded through with a silver chain, unique enough to catch my eye. Then Hubby suggested trying Tuesday Morning, where I had bought the jar for my terrarium, for the pelican, but they hadn’t any at all!
After there we stopped for lunch at the Thai Café, and for only six fifty per person we had a lovely lunch, Hubby had crispy duck and I had curry duck with my usual unsweet iced tea and extra lemons, and this time, since they don’t serve hot coffee, only iced Thai coffee, but Hubby doesn’t like his iced so he opted for plain water.
From there we, dare I say, stopped for our evening wine supply at the ABC liquor store in their parking lot, how convenient, hmm? And the ones we like were on sale.

Having a large lunch makes you eat light at dinner, which we did with a few leftovers although I did make homemade tomato soup, mmm, mmm good that’s why Tobi’s mmm, mmm good! Oops, hope I don’t get sued for doing that?

One of my emails before I got on here tonight was a request from the MS National Association to help with sending a letter to our representatives for bills to be passed in congress to help us with Multiple Sclerosis, and being an online advocate as I am I had the ability with a few clicks and taps to send my form letter that ‘they’ provide us with on to who needs to know! Such a good feeling to be useful, I think, sure useful is good but was I? Even doing little things can mean so much, I sure hope so.

Far as promoting our area of Charlotte County Florida, each time I write to a person up north I brag on us being on the top ten list of best places in America to retire to!

And all in all it was a pretty pleasant day and we are very happy for that… as we all should be…sometimes the mundane is not that bad, hmm?

So I am leaving you with that thought to ponder, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all your blessings and to share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?