Some pics of my latest move.

 I recently moved from one apartment to another. It was painless. I took a few photos of my new digs. This is my front door, and now I have my nameplate added. It is under 122. The white thing with the hole in it is what I am supposed to turn over if I leave. It is a way to tell if you are in or out. The out side is red. I remember sometimes!

Living room

My bedroom

I love being reacquainted with my Nikon. I almost had myself convinced my phone was just as good. It isn't.

This is how I do it...

 ...as often as I can!❤

Writers Block

 It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. It's usually when there are so many good things to write about at the same time that I have trouble sorting it all out. So if this entry sounds discombobulated, you now know why. 

Throughout my life, I have used "words of many colors," so to speak. It isn't something I am aware of. It is something I get reminded of. My son Jason has the same thing happen to him, and we assume he picked it up from me.

Enough, already! 

My house is sold! The 30 days that are a part of house sales will be up on July 23rd. That is when we must have it finalized. It will take place sooner than that. The auction is finalized, and I will get the check sometime after July 15th. I know it will not be a large check. I didn't have that much to sell. Butch and I lived small. I called the buyer to find out how he would feel about me leaving the parts that didn't sell for him, and he graciously said, "Yes". There are things there that, had I lived in a larger place, I would have kept. I figured he would feel less put upon if he found a few jewels among what was left. 

My pool game gets better with each of the things I have had on my list taken care of. Jason was here on Sunday, and I played pool better than I have for quite some time. It is all about focus, actually. Hanging on to that focus is the hard part.

Yesterday I gave my camera a thorough cleaning. I have always liked it better than the phone camera, and once again I have been reminded of the differences. So here are some random photos I have worked with in the past few weeks.

This is a photo of a classmate of mine taken at the reunion a while back. This was taken at Pat's place as she was hosting it. Pat Limburg Rusnak was born 2 days before I was in the same hospital. I like this photo of her.

One of the advantages of a good camera is being able to manipulate the photos to my liking.

I happened to see this Amazon bag, and the saying in the middle caught my eye!

This is my great-granddaughter Nina Grace, who was in Iowa with her grandparents, Rich and Donna. The girls got hooked on Diamond Art. 

I've been hooked lately on watching hummingbirds. It is so much easier to get good shots with a good camera! Look at those tiny little feet!

This is a new view from my new location.

The best moon photos are with a good camera.

Class of '61 reunion.

Taken at the house on Cedar when I was waiting on someone!

View from my window.

That is enough for today. Thanks to all who are still checking in on me.

Hope you Enjoyed the 4th!

 I walked 2 miles this morning. The holiday makes it so much easier. The hospital parking lots are nearly empty, and therefore I can add some walking areas.

I have very interesting views from my windows as well. When lifeflight comes in, I have a front row seat. 

 

And this is liftoff!

Depends on the time of day and the shot I get. I have the best shot of the comings and goings of the hospital 'copter when I am sitting in my TV chair. Pictured below:

There are squirrels, rabbits, cowbirds, and loads of other things to set my eyes on.

The jungle look of my previous apartment held all kinds of things. It was a more active area, but there is plenty yet to see just a few feet further east.

 I had to change the title of this entry because I was late getting the pics settled into the post.

'nother subject. Every day it seems like I hear of the passing of another of my peers. I know at age 83 this is the natural progression of things. It still holds a level of shock.

I remember asking my grandmother if she felt old, and she said she did not. She said on the inside she felt the same as when she was sixteen. I had a hard time visualising my Grandmother as a sixteen-year-old.  I now know what she meant!

I am settled into my new apartment. It didn't take long. The worst of it is remembering where I put things. Now that I have moved things twice, it is twice the challenge. Time takes care of all things, and this is no exception.