I haven’t been posting much on my blog or Facebook page. I even stopped wearing my camera and taking dozens of pictures every day.  I have to admit that I have been in a funk for a couple of months. First, there was the stress of looking at houses and planning to settle down (partially). Then, the nasty political season really got me down, mostly the meanness posted on Facebook and elsewhere. I really felt down when we decided not to go to Wisconsin for Christmas. The little grandsons are growing too fast and I can’t see them as much as I want to.  I miss my grown-up kids, Jennifer and Christopher. THE BOOK has been so stressful too. It is at the book designer’s now, getting corrected …..again. I guess I was stressed about singing in the yacht club’s Razzle Dazzle Review. I didn’t think I could sing my songs very well. My position with Florida Keys Concert Association has been a lot of work for the past month. The motorhome is a wreck with concert association “stuff” piled everywhere.

We decided to sell our land at the beach in North Carolina and buy a house when that deal is done. Last week, I decided to stop reading Facebook posts by anyone being rude, mean, or nasty.  That felt better. We have also decided not to take the cross-country trip we had planned for last summer until next year.  We’ll spend more time with family that we missed last year, due to my Clostridium Difficile.  THE BOOK will get done when it gets done.  I’ve decided to stop stressing over that. There is nothing I can do to rush Hugo House.  The Razzle Dazzle Revue was last Friday night.

The crowd cheered and clapped loudly.  Andy and Dave Scott told me to just get up there and have fun.  I did have fun wearing my purple sequin dress and white feather boa.  I never wore them before, and it took me about an hour to put on fake eyelashes.   I got a lot of compliments on my fascinator that daughter Jennifer made for me last summer. The rush of the beginning of the concert season is over and actually went fairly smoothly.  I’m enjoying it.

The event that marks the end of the funk was the past three days at Camp Chappy.

That is our annual motorhome campout near the Seven Mile Bridge, right on the ocean.  We did nothing but eat, drink, and talk for three days and nights.  It ended this morning with twenty-two of us having breakfast at the Sunset Grille before we drove the three-and-a-half miles back home. This was the thirteenth year of the campout and our ninth or tenth.  I am relaxed.

The camera has not been completely idle.  I’ll post some more pictures later.  Today, you get to see our sitting area outside the motorhome, between the car and the shed.

This is our dining room, behind the shed.  It is very pleasant back there, overlooking our mangrove swamp.