Tooo Cute & Noisy…

Spot the tiny frog...

Our property is thriving with wildlife… These little juvenile frogs are just some of the wildlife we have…

There are lizards, and spiders galore, I am always catching spiders and releasing them outside… oh occasional snake, like water snakes…😉

As for the frogs, they get all over the windows at night and as they sleep, they slide between the screen and glass and every morning as the sun comes up, I do a walk around and catch those that are trapped and release them into our front garden, which is this picture…

Geese, sandhill cranes, egrets, falcons, eagles, deer, coyotes, rabbits, possums, you name it… We have it out here in our little island of country… Though our area is growing rapidly and we will be incorporated at some point, but until that happens…

I am enjoying my little bit of country living… Close enough to run to the store, private enough to not hear the highway at night… During the day, it’s loud… but night is peaceful…

Sorry I am not writing anything of interest… I am tired of the doom, gloom, depression, annoyance of the estate crap and my juvenile siblings… Tired of Trump to the point… If I had a gun, my TV would have a big ass hole in it… and it’s lucky I can’t throw and the labs next door found out… So, TV is safe for now…

Life is good… I see the specialist surgeon next week on medicare, after trying to get the VA to do their job on a service related issue… I gave up and went full medicare… I’ll live longer…

Homer is holding steady at this stage of dementia and getting sleep, has been a big improvement…

As for the puppies… We are always laughing, always watching for those cue’s of violence, they are teenagers at this stage and we are watching them thrive…

Adopt, don’t shop…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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