‘It’s Morning Time’ April 23, 2019

When my oldest daughter was in her early years, playing with her toys, you would hear her say to her them, ‘It’s morning time’ and then get them out of their sleeping places.


For some reason her little voice repeating this phrase showed up inside my head as I was looking at the sunrise this morning. I think always think it is weird how things just pop into my head like that with no rhyme or reason. They often provoke a whole line of thoughts and visuals that I would have never thought of at that point in time.

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Here are the girls along with Freddy Bear, which she called Happy Bear.  Happy Bear went everywhere with us a lot of the time, along with Meow.  Youngest daughter had a yellow and white flowered pillow I’d made for her.  She would bring it everywhere. What she didn’t know is that up in the top of my closet I had a few of those pillows I’d made and would replace it if her current one went missing. (or was beyond being washed again).

A little walk down memory lane.

Speaking of memories, another set of them from our Florida trip:

After our few days at Fort Wilderness we went back to the RV park we were staying in to be by my Dad until he was settled back into his home and on his way to adjusting. When we got back they assigned us a new spot.  I didn’t like the spot because it was sandy and in between a bunch of park models.  I was not happy with the spot, mostly because of the sandiness and so we went back and forth about whether or not we’d go into it. Finally just decided to give it a shot.


Yep…that a photo of us trying to get ‘unstuck’ only partially into the spot.  What a mess.


The more we and some of the neighbors worked to get us out of there, the worse it got.


At this point nearly bottomed out, frustrated and concerned about possible damage to the coach we call in:



Wow…this bad boy was just frickin’ awesome. We were just in awe when this tow truck drove up.  It was huge!


But then it would need to be to pull out our 38 foot rig.  Diesel pusher…the heavy engine is in the back, which accounts for us sinking into the sand up to our butts. The heavy part of the camper was in the sand.

The guy was pretty nice and he controlled everything with a remote controlled joy stick.

He was very concerned about getting our rig out without damaging it because it was in so deep.  He gave us all sorts of nightmare scenarios, like windows popping out and twisting…well you get the drift.


My husband was smart enough to not buy into everything the guy said would possibly happen when he pulled it out. Me…I turned my back to the crowd and fought tears, I was pretty stressed out by that time.  Yes, I said crowd…half the park was out there, some in their golf carts, watching everything.  It was a Sunday afternoon, which for these folks meant nothing, they are mostly retired and nearly everyday is Sunday for them. 😉  One of the people there thanked us for the show because it was the most exciting entertainment they’d had there for years.


Well the guy got us out in no time and made it look so easy.  Not one bit of damage to the coach.  Course it cost us nearly $500.00, but still such a relief. Now the park was apologizing for putting us in that spot and moved us to another.  We wrote a letter to the owner to try recouping the cost and the owner ended up paying us back for the towing bill. Very nice of them, but I have to say that was a pretty stressful afternoon, being worried about our house on wheels.

We parked in our new spot, without fanfare and went to visit my Dad still in his rehab.


He was doing pretty good.

Then went to have dinner:


Love the crooked glass.

About a week or so later Dad went home:


And started adjusting very quickly.


That’s his buddy. Elvis, sitting next to him.  He doesn’t have a dog, but loves them.  This guy in particular just loves him. Dad carries treats for him in his pocket.

On St. Patrick’s day they have all sorts of stuff at the square near where Dad lives, Spanish Springs Square.  They had an antique car show there that is quite a bit of fun on St. Patrick’s day weekend.


We sat at the Margarita Republic there in Spanish Springs to see the sights.




The area is pretty packed during this event.




It was fun to see all the antique cars, some of which we drove back in the day.

That pretty much sums up our trip.  After Dad was in his home for a little over a week and doing very well, we left to drive home.  It was a good trip home, no problem.


Mandy: It wore me out!


Lemme: And now you are back!


Lemme: Fidget and I missed our human seat cushions!

Happy Tuesday!

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