good afternoon campers.....fabulous terrific tuesday today!......i have been trying to get back to my streamlining....which in the world of someone who is distracted by most anything, is kinda like stream-wandering.......maybe stream-wading, which is so fun to do, just walk through a stream, checking out nature and what God's created....kind of like God's instagram....pretty groovy creations!!!....back to streamlining......it's kinda like the two trains...the local and the other one which i can't remember what it's called......i'm definitely the local......probably the scenic.....maybe a slow boat to china........it's like back when toys r us was still in business....this was probably  back in the 80's....i remember walking in to find a toy for our soon to be twins....and i was so distracted by everything.....i mean there were toys everywhere, up down all around.....and the colours.....wow.......pretty colours........shiny stuff......i believe i'm a magpie.......except without the stealing of stuff......and magpie....what a groovy name....well anything with pie in it is a pretty groovy name......moon pie, door pie, sky pie, dog pie, shoe pie, cow pie...ok maybe not that one...unless your'e a cow, mural pie, pie pie, etc......pie's looking like it's not spelled right at the moment.......
         so back to streamlining.....it's like herding cats over here........have you ever tried to herd cats by the way?......cats just sit there and look at you and probably say to each other ....."isn't it so much fun to watch humans try to get us to do something that is never going to happen unless we want to do whatever it is we want to do when we want to do it....they think we have no control over our actions, and as if we would even need their crazy attention, we are not dogs, as if we would even...laser light!!!!!"......yeah cats are just as bad as me at times.....
       or could it be procrastination?....hmmmm....of course wouldn't that be a good thing??!!....i mean it starts with a pro......that means you need to be good at it to be called a pro....i really haven't heard of any amateurcrastinators....that is a mouthful of a word, but used in a sentence...."seeing how the llama was waiting for the boat in the hot sun, the alpaca amateurcrastinated getting in line and still made it on time"....obviously the alpaca wasn't a pro at crastination or he would have missed the boat completely......like i'm missing the boat on streamlining, which means i'm  procrastinating, which means i'm not an amateur i'm a pro, which means i'm a professional at getting distracted, which means i should be getting paid more because of course professionals get paid more, which means i can go on more vacations, which means i can travel the world by boat, which means if i'm a pro at procrastinating....i will miss the boat......
      so procrastination is not the best thing to be a pro at...you'll miss the boat, the llamas, and the cowpies (which could be a good thing).............. probably better to be a professional cat herder.......be groovy........(yeah, God's having a field day with this one)

      good morning all you fabulous campers!!!.....it's another amazing day..... a day to bring joy into someones life.....a day to say...."hey, you matter"....and "hey, you are loved"............that's our God moment to begin your day with!....right on groovy peeps.........God's being my wingman today at my post....well everyday really..........of course i get going and and God looks away for just a second, and then He looks back and is like..."what are you writing?"...it's an interesting relationship here......
      so i bet you didn't know that if you boil water in the microwave for awhile it will eventually kind of blow up?....ok....so what happened was i was boiling water in a mug for turmeric tea.....super great tea......anyway i set the microwave to 3 min ....i stopped the microwave at about 2min 45 sec and opened the microwave....but the water didn't seem to be boiling....so i shut it and turned it back on.....and ...i am laughing now at my reaction......it was pretty funny......anyway....i was watching it.....cause why wouldn't you sit and watch a microwave cook stuff?!...it's like watching yeast grow.....fascinating........and all of a sudden the water blew out of the top of the mug.......sorry i'm laughing so hard at this.....it wasn't like it boiled over, it blew out of the mug....straight up and everywhere in the microwave...... my reaction was to jump back and yell whoa...or something like that....it super shocked me, .....well not static shock, ....i cannot stand to get static shocked.....i will smack things numerous times before i touch them.....probably comes from the whole electric fence thing........ back to the microwave....
      it was hilarious....i had jumped back , yelled and then burst out laughing......looking around to see if anyone was watching....you know the drill....... it's like when you trip and you look around to see if anyone saw ,...and of course someone always does....which makes you feel foolish and then you try to brush it off like.."of course i was trying to almost fall and then catch myself on a person in front of me which caused their pants to rip , which caused them to spill their drink on the person walking toward them, which caused that person to throw their arms out which smacked another person, who stepped on a dogs foot, who bit"......ok so i got a little carried away.....gosh, that reaction....wait there's a word....chain reaction, so this chain reaction could go on forever......hey.....it might still be going on.....what?!........whoa......i mean just think about that...........heavy ...........oh and then it comes back around to you and you get a drink spilled on you along with being smacked in the face and bit by a dog, which rips your pants.....hopefully the drink didn't just come out of the microwave after exploding....which actually would be very safe, cause there wasn't anything left in the mug.....ha ha....just a microwave full of water.......every time i stop to think....scary, i know.....my cursor jumps back to the beginning of the post and then i will start typing and.....is it still called typing?.......anyway, it jumps to the top and i start on a thought and by the time i look up everything i wrote is now at the front of the post......good times.....
        ok where was i???....chain reaction and feeling foolish.....but aren't we all foolish at sometime or another.....i can tell you with me it's more "times"....not just "somes".....like how many times am i not being foolish or doing something really goofy.....yeah...moving on.......i guess we just need to start this groovy chain reaction....  laugh at ourselves more, which makes people smile, which makes people remember something silly they did, which makes people laugh, which bring joy to people.......be groovy!!!! and remember God loves ya!!!!....right on!
            
         

       good afternoon you fabulous campers!!!.....speaking of campers, that has become a big activity now....camping in the great outdoors......sometimes your outdoors is really out your door.....like your backyard......the best things  about camping in your backyard are,.... it's free! ....food can be kept in the fridge, no need for coolers full of ice that are constantly melting.....hot water and the big one.....a toilet that flushes......funny how you don't realize how nice that is till you are without one......you see some years ago...my youngest daughter and i went backpack camping on the appalachian trail with her girl scout troop .......these were high school age girls.......so while i have never backpack camped.....i was all for it....i love to camp so....this is gonna be super fun!!!.....
      so the plan is we get on the AT from amherst va.....there is a figure 8 trail that's about 10 miles long total...remember i only remember bits and pieces of things...trail might have been longer or shorter........so we don't have to backtrack while backpacking....ha ha......anyway.....so we divvy....strange word when spelled out......up the gear so everyone has similar loads....just 40 pounds......no problem......at the beginning...........and off we go....well let me backtrack a bit to the night before....i guess my spidey-sense should have been up when the troop leader says "we're gonna camp here at this campground for the night and then start off in the am"......and she points to an open field......."where is this campground you talk of?" i ask.....she laughs and walks off......right.........
          so back to 40 pounds on my back.....i don't know if anyone saw "wild" the story about the lady who walks the western version of the AT in well, the west.......cause that whole trying to fit everything in your backpack scene and put it on is very true.......you want everything light....didn't know that trail mix and ramen are heavy.....but after 5 miles....everything is heavy....you're trying to shove everything in a backpack that only fits half of that stuff.......it's like trying to get an inflatable unicorn raft back in the box it came in after being inflated.......it just doesn't happen......so after much wrangling with the pack....it's like a wildcat attacking it's prey....rolling around, punching, prodding, standing on it, screaming and yelling......other hikers we're shielding their kids from us and getting back in their cars and locking them, saying things like....."mommy i'm scared"...."just look away dear, it'll be ok"............... then try standing up after putting on your pack....yes, you do fall over backwards...we had alot of webbles that wobble and do fall down....reference to an old tv commercial...webbles wobble but they don't fall down...ha ha....anyway.....we had to put their packs on them and then the last one had to prop against a car to wiggle in theirs.......and that was just the first 3 hours.........so off we go up hill, in the snow, barefoot.....no , that would of been really bad.....but i definitely would have missed the trail head if the leader had not pointed it out......it was this tiny opening between trees......more previews of things to come...... so uphill over rocks and boulders we go.......
        the AT is really beautiful....well the scenery, the actual trail, i feel, needs a little more obvious marking.......some places it does look like a trail, others are just packed grass, and some it's a random color randomly placed......it's like those little towns that people say, don't blink or you'll miss it....well don't blink or you'll miss the color and off the trail you go.........so fast forward to our "campground"....i say that lightly cause once again the leader says "here's our campground" pointing to a direction of nowhere........supposedly the boy scouts made this campground.....obviously it was a boy scout who didn't really want to make a campground so he just stomped around a bit and said "yeah i made a campground".........so the big plus for this "campground" was it has running water!!!!  yea!!!   show me where..............................a stream.........................."and i gather the toliet is???" .....i got handed a shovel.........actually a garden trowel....must think light, remember?!..............
          other fun things we did.........not taking our flashlights with us to go see the "view" at sunset.....trying to find our way back to the "campsite" after dark with no lights...yeah, it's really dark up there........tying up our food so the bears don't get it....yes and like in  "wild", i had already read the numerous ways bears can kill you.....just to be prepared......very reassuring.....rescuing me from the tree as i went up instead of the food............sleeping in our little nylon tent of safety...surely no bears can get through that.....listening to the numerous bears outside our little nylon tent of safety eating the food.......eating ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.....i gather bears don't like ramen...siphoning water for drinking....a little mud isn't that bad...right??!......
           so this was my first primitive camping experience......and considering all the craziness of the trip, it was pretty fun.....i just need to keep my camping expectations to a minimum and all will be well...well.....basic....as in basically nothing for your comfort.....of course i could just fill a backpack full of stuff...walk around the neighborhood and then camp in the backyard.....i could name my campground "camp of running water, flushing potty, and no bears"......be groovy!

       good afternoon campers......it's terrific tuesday!!!  how fabulous is that??!!....another day to do something amazing!......so i'm back to trying to streamline my art marketing, which kinda flows into my life in general too.....what??!!....my problem is, cause of the quarantine thing, i end up focusing on general life instead of doing my art......alas and alak.....what is alak?...let's look it up...pause ........and back......so first off alak is spelled alack....cause alak is a language spoken in southern laos or a beer.....i'm just getting yall ready for jeopardy.............so it seems...alack, or lack is regret or sadness...alas, or las is weariness ....and when you say them together and add the a....it's kinda like a sigh and then the word....so it comes out as a whole theatrical feeling of words...groovy......so i was wondering why there was a little black line under the word "sigh" and thinking this is different from my red lines under misspelled words, when looking closer realized it was dirt on my computer screen.......ha ha.....anyway back to alas and alack.....maybe more words should be said like that....ya know add a letter words.....so "a" means to sigh, maybe "w" means to add a wow like feeling in front......like w-amazing, or w-fantastic, maybe "gr" means an angry feeling kinda like a dog growling.....gr-why, gr-no......and then what if you combined all those to say something like....a-you, gr-see, w-llamas..... ha ha....try it,  it's an acting class online...ha ha ha......if you are at home doing this you're kids are probably thinking you've lost your mind....
         speaking of losing your mind...... the dog got a bath the other day....kada the great pyrennes.....she smelled so bad and i really put off giving her a bath....why you ask?....well cause she hates water....or more to the point, she hates to be put in water by someone other than herself......by herself she will run through water, play in water, etc......but if i make her do it, well, it's a standoff......i mean i stand kinda firm and she runs off.........so i usually take her somewhere to be groomed, but it's kinda pricey....and it's a challenge taking her there too....i had to tighten her collar, not choking, but just under that and then have the leash attached before i let her out of the back of the car, cause she will slip right out of her collar and run for the hills....tightening her collar is kinda like tightening a saddle on a horse....you think it's tight until the horse unbloats and you fall under the horse still in the saddle......that happened to the evil older sister once.....i was the one who tightened the saddle and sent her off......ha ha....i had to hide out from her for days till her evil wrath was over....it was worth it.........back to the dog.... even when i tighten her collar, there is so much hair there, that it's hard to tell where her neck really is.......so.... i get her out of the back of the car and then after i have been dragged all over the parking lot to the enjoyment of the grooming staff.....it's quite a show....i finally get her to the door, which is like trying to get a cat in a crate....ya know all 4 legs are stretched out with razor sharp claws grabbing on to anything so the cat won't go in the crate....so the grooming staff has the door opened, i'm dragging her through the door, she has 4 legs stretched out against the door jam,  when out of her collar she goes again, i'm launched into the groomers on top of the staff and off to the hills goes kada......good times....
            i tried one of those self serve dog baths at a pet store........well i had to climb into the bath to get her into it, and then i jumped  out and quickly turn on the water, where she launched herself over me and numerous terrified dog owners, ....who thanked their lucky stars they owned a chihuahua, ...with water spraying everywhere and a crazed dog tearing up the store.......soooo not allowed there anymore.....
           so with the help of my husband, we cornered her by means of 2 leashes and the deck and a fence on the other side and proceeded to turn on the water, which sent her into a frenzy.....while we had her kind of sequestered against the deck, i started pouring shampoo and scrubbing, which ended up mostly on myself and my husband and the cat, and hank the beagle, who doesn't know enough to get out of the rain so he was up in everyone's business cause , well,  why not..... it's hank the beagle.......so i'm trying to scrub her....of course i get the cat and hank the beagle too....the cat jumps to my back, which you might think, how nice the cats gonna give me a massage.....with claws......the dog has somehow houdinied herself under my husband and myself, it's like playing twister with dog leashes.....i try to hold her with my knees and  get a thorough rinse in....which by now shes laying under the deck in the mud...the cat is now a permanent fixture on my back, hank the beagle is under my legs wagging his tail, my husband is under the dog  under the deck in the mud,.....kada has the leashes stretched tight around us....we fear for our lives so we release her by cutting the leashes ......  and off she runs ........my husband has been tarred and feathered....well mudded and white furred..... i am covered in mud, soap, the infamous white dog hair, and a cat....hank the beagle looks pretty clean.....kada is off playing in water.......i think it went well......
           so alas and alack, the cat's off my back,
           the beagle is in a fine humour;
​           the bath's been completed, 10 stitches were needed,
           from now on we're back to the groomer.............................sweet streamlining heaven.......be groovy!

      good afternoon campers!!!...who is up and adam....well i guess all adam's would be up, unless the adam lives in say australia...."australia" (sound effects...maybe echoey....is that a word?)....., and then they might be going to sleep ....or maybe they work night shift, so i suppose they could be going to sleep too.....well anyway....where did that phrase come from?....pause a minute....be right back......and you can be left front....ha ha ha......anyway pause..........................i'm back....oh my gosh i'm laughing so hard....kind of like tom hanks laughing during the money pit....that blast of laughing, cause i'm so goofy....so i looked up the phrase and it is really "up and at em".....ha ha ha....adam, at em......there's even an up and atom.....oh my gosh that just started my day off on the right track!!!
     speaking of tracks....linda.....my mom's cousin who was talking about tracks....trains to be precise...but it was all about losing your train of thought......captain courageous.....sorry my mind jumped the track..that book just came to mind.....i've been reading that book,..... why?....well cause i've read all the others i have numerous times....even acted out a couple to make them more interesting....made them into operas, mystery theatre, puppet shows....sometimes your feet have to be puppets too when acting out some books, like "the good earth"....i mean when all the charactors are trying to find food cause they are starving, well i was using my feet, i attached puppets to the dogs and cats, my drum kit had puppets attached to it....it was very intense....bert and ernie played the main charactors...... so anyway i'm trying to read "captain courageous".....i do not speak fisherman......it is crazy hard to follow....well for me.....it's kind of like shakespeare lived in massachusetts (that is a hard word to spell...it's kinda like you say "mass", then you sneeze, then you set the ts down....actually......ha ha my youngest daughter used to say "actually" all the time when she was about 3....very british acting...too funny, .....but actually.....that whole thing works for spelling massachusetts....try it....you'll see! )....so massachusetts shakespeare fished on a boat where they only spoke pig latin......by the way, what is pig latin.....pigs that speak latin?.....i really have never heard them, doesn't mean they don't exist....my twins took latin, i asked one of them "how do you know if you are speaking it correctly ...i mean it is a dead language"....i believe she said something to me in latin............so really you could say it anyway you want and gather that it's correct, unless you go to rome.....where i believe they still speak it, so then it isn't a dead language after all, just a regional language......which is kinda the way most languages are i gather.....what is it i am gathering?....oh yeah my thought......and there they go again.......boy i'm a bad speller today...you should see all the red lines.........so back to jumping train tracks......i think i've made myself clear....
          so now that all trains are on the track.....or a track....or b track....possibly even d track.....ha ha.....like dee track.......anyway, and we are all "up and adam"....even adam!...........shake your quarantine dust off and let's rock this day!!! have a super terrific  tuesday!!!...be groovy yall!!
             

        good afternoon campers!!!  how are those goals going?....now we have alot of time on our hands, we should be able to get everything done and more......so it seems......but time seems to slip right on through our fingers  like wet paint.....well at least that's the case here....definitely the wet paint part..........crazy man...
      so alot of times...back to time again.....i have these ideas....kind of like a submarine being pinged.....not that i have ever experienced being in a submarine....but i have seen alot of movies with them being pinged...which absolutely qualifies...right?!.....like the radio person says in a british accent" captain, we've just been pinged"....and everyone listens and looks around and then they say...."we're running silent"....which is kind of ironic because if you were running silent you would be silent......and you probably just got pinged again because you said "we're running silent".....of course i would probably be trying to hold back a major laugh at that point....which wouldn't be silent......then they would have to resurface and find a deserted island to drop me off at.......me and my submarine world....interesting....
      anyway so i have these ideas that that just ping in my head at random times......ideas about anything....art ideas, dino ideas, submarine ideas, 3 dimensional tree limb ideas, llama ideas, etc......i think people used to call it daydreams......anyway....so i thought it was always me and my brain thinking these up....but now i'm not so sure....cause today i had this idea ping and it was while i was watching charles stanley....just love him, hes pretty groovy....honest and to the point.....but had this ping run through my head .... about a burning bush... ...and i'm like what?....then i see this on a t-shirt (what came to my mind is the drawing below)....i'm thinking, hey, this wasn't my idea this was God's idea!... maybe some of these other pings i got were God pings© too?......or maybe not,  just me and my crazy brain..........but anyway.......love this idea....so God wants me to design a t-shirt message board for Him.....groovy i'm in......
          and more on the God front....ha ha that's where the message board would be....or could be God back........must focus......focusing is not my strong suit......and by the way who came up with that saying, what is a strong suit?....maybe armor....or someone got carried away with the starch when ironing....well not on the armor...of course armor and iron are kinda similar.....oh my...........moving on.............my dad passed away 1 year ago today, which will be yesterday tomorrow...cause i write this on mon....which is today, but not tomorrow, which will be yesterday........are you confused yet?..i think i am........anyway i was thinking....always scary and unnerving.............how yes i miss him, alot..... but from my dads perspective, that was his best day ever.....i mean wow, going to heaven to be with Jesus....sweet....well for him....and bittersweet for our family....so today, which will be yesterday tomorrow, is celebrate dad day.....doing things that my dad  liked or would have done! so it's definitely corny joke day!
              so hope you are having a fabulous time dad, i'm gonna draw up some message boards, and this is bobbi , running silent........ha ha ha....not....enjoy this beautiful day yall!  be groovy!
       

       howdy campers!!!....so i did get the great room painted and am in the process of putting paintings back up on the walls....yeah...still have a scaffold in the middle of the room, but it kinda works for me right now....of course if i keep it much longer i might make it into a loft for the grands.....how great is that,  a rolling loft???...you don't like it on that side of the room, move it to the other....fab idea!....hey it's even a fort underneath.....oh my gosh the things you can do with a scaffold!....rock climbing...swings underneath....it's a mobile playground in your home!
       anyway...still trying to figure out how to make actual 3 dimensional tree limbs....so the trees are flat against the wall....well painted on the wall, but then i wanted the tree limbs to come out from the wall into the ceiling....so i tried to make them with chicken wire and i wrapped joint tape...the mesh kind, around the limbs so the concrete would stay on and not fall through, concrete does not stick to mesh joint tape, had to wrap it again in guaze....that worked better....by the way..i know you were wondering about this..... concrete and cement are not really the same....cement is an ingredient of concrete...and portland cement isn't a brand name it's a generic name for well portland cement...things i know now and will retain only abit by next year....anyway.......just  store that away for when you go on jeopardy.....wow that is a weird spelling of a word....it's kind of like geo-pardy...cept with a j.....had to look it up cause i kept spelling it jepardy ....and the red line shows up..........
         so back to tree limbs.... i was trying to use my masters degree in youtubery, and try to find out how to make these tree limbs....ya know this has nothing to do with art marketing and everything to do with the detour my brain took.......anyway, so there is this thing called being a "rocker"......are we talking hard rock, classic rock, pop rock......or pop rocks...they are so fun...a little snap, crackle and pop in your mouth..........wrong....the rocker that i'm talking about.....being a "rocker",  is someone who has been trained in rockery or rusticage.....it's the art of making fake trees....kinda big in the 19th century.....it's also really big in france, so all these sites have to be translated cause i do not speak french...mon ami.......so now i have to see if i can contact a rocker in france, who might be willing to teach my to be a rocker...how groovy...!!!....or tell me what i am doing wrong cause the concrete...that might be the problem, i might just need cement.....is not adhering to my chicken wire frame...i might have to learn to be a welder too....which is kind of something i have always envisioned being able to do.....i tried it once and that welder thing, sticks to anything it comes in contact with ....and ...oh yeah...you have this big helmet on that makes it so you cant see anything until you light the welder thing that remember....sticks to everything......let's just say i was not allowed back.......
​          anyway......so on to concrete and cement and rocking this rockery thing....all done on a scaffold!!!....have a groovy day!!!

          good morning campers...i hope everyone is well ....this new normal we all have going on now is full of so many different emotions....it's hard to pin point exactly how you are feeling because your emotions change as frequently as the weather...well the weather in virginia...snow in the am, rain 2 hours later, another hour and it's sunny and 70, then after lunch it's a hailstorm, then cloudy, and then follow up with a hurricane.....normal weather pattern.....very similar to our ever changing emotions during our (major sound effects coming up) ..... life styles of the hermits and hibernators....
        so it seems that all of a sudden most everyone is interacting through social media......very strange, cause the 1 thing that kinda bothered me with my grands was their constant need to be on a device.... or a gadget....ha ha remember inspector gadget?...go go gadget arms........great tv show......anyway... here we are, all doing the same as them....funny...well to them......it's so weird to not be able to go anywhere......wanna read a book...libraries are closed....gotta use a kindle.....but i like real books......so reread one of your own books.....but i have read and reread all of my books so....i sound like my kids did when they were home and with nothing to do except tell me how bored they were, then i would say, "i can find something for you to do if you are bored, something like having a toothbrush to clean the toliet with, that would keep ya busy"......ya know i said that my mom used to tell us to do this, i'm not real sure if we ever actually did or it was just threatened so many times that we feel like we did do that....hmmmmm?
       so i compare this virus to poison ivy......bad and bad.......so a couple years ago i was cleaning out weeds at my moms...the one time she let me do something....go figure.....and my aunt was there helping too....my aunt says "oh that's poison ivy, make sure you wash up afterwards".....yeah.....i did not.....and guess who is allergic to poison ivy now?.....yep...that's me....never had a problem before, but i became full fledged allergic to poison ivy the next day........so strange.....it was just on my hands and forearms, but if anyone has had poison ivy before, even a little bit is awful!....i said this must be what h***  is like....you scratch and scratch and scratch but the itch never goes away....and try running hot water over it....yeah that will send you somewhere not so fun.......believe me i tried everything......insane itching......i researched poison ivy till i knew everything there was to know about it....forgot alot of it, but some things did stick with me.........it's like people will tell me something like" the llama saddle has a small tear in it and we used the purple glue, worked like a charm, and by the way gracie's duck is named tootsie pop" and i will hear " small, llama, purple duck charm, tear, tootsie pop".....so anyway i retain only so much, and i never really know what i retained till i need it.....so now there is a small llama with a purple duck charm that tears up tootsie pops .....could be worse...... but back to poison ivy.......
      my 6 facts about poison ivy...told by someone who did research a couple years ago and retains very little.....also...disclaimer...i am not a medical professional...ha ha that's just funny to even think i am....so take everything with a grain of salt...or a pinch of pepper.....turmeric works too......
     1) you can't see the poison from poison ivy (similar to the virus) (but , if i remember correctly , there is a scientist in california who invented this liquid that when you spray it on something that was touched by poison ivy you can see the poison ivy oil on it, so you know not to touch there...i tried to buy a gallon of this, but it wasn't for sale yet) ....
      2) if you touch poison ivy,  you can transfer it to other things (similar to the virus), ...(your dog brushes their furry body up against poison ivy and you just hug and cuddle your dog and end up itching the next day or that night)
      3) poison can stay on other things for an indeterminate amount of time..(similar to the virus).....(i believe i heard poison ivy can last up to a year on some surfaces...yikes)...(remember my retaining of facts on the time limit)
      4) the best way to not get poison ivy after you might have been exposed to it,.... is to wash with soap and water, thoroughly, between fingers, tops of hands, arms, fingernails, etc...or anywhere you touched or might have been touched, use a wash cloth, scrub twice (similar to the virus...not sure about the wash cloth thing).....
      5) the best way not to get poison ivy in the first place...is to stay away from possible poison ivy sources (similar to the virus...the whole isolation, social distancing thing)......( of course see items 1-4 again)
       6) but ya know you could do all the above and still get poison ivy (similar to the virus).........

              so basically it's a be safe, be smart and trust God kinda thing ....
              stay in touch with family and friends, by arrgghh..social media, phone, or yelling outside
              and remember if it's raining, give it a couple hours, things usually change
              take care and beeeeee groovy!
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    ps- my orange couch series are particularly relevant at the moment....love that

     good morning campers......what a terrific tuesday it is!.......so i did not get the paypal thing going by april 1st...april fools on me...ha ha.....still working on figuring it out.....what i hear is that it is an all at once kind of thing......like it's not, i start with putting paypal up, then the next week i work on how to ship, then the next week i work on taxes, etc....nope it's once you start it's the who shebang .......which is a very odd word.....so i guess i'm dragging my feet....a little.. and it's hard to remember what day it is to keep on schedule.....i thought it was monday, but nope it's friday, of the next week....my bad 
           so my lack of knowing what day it is, i feel, is due to the major project i've got going on in my house right now...... retaping and spackling the ceiling....of a great room....with a cathederal ceiling.......that's extra high.....like 16 ft...........by the way....spackling.....strange word....very interesting though...the word, i believe, came about because these cave guys were trying to fix a hole in their cave and they were just standing around staring at it while the wind whipped through the hole, and this cave woman named spack came over and put clay in it, then the cave guys go " wow, spack just added clay and fixed the problem,  that was spacktacular, (i thought that was funny) we should call that spackclay, or maybe spackle for short", so spackle was born........so know you know....
       anyway, i've got this ...............wow....i just completely went brain dead on what is in my great room.....i keep saying spackle......scaffold........oh my gosh....well i guess it was close to spackle.....so anyway this huge scaffold is in my great room......we just walk around it, or under it, or through it, to get from here to there (funny things are everywhere...thanks dr suess)...kinda like going on a bear hunt.......so after i have pulled the majority of the tape down, and retaped, and spackled....3 times.....and i'm not the best spackler....is that a thing?....there is spackle from one end of the house to the other....plus on the dogs and numerous cats.....and me.....then comes priming.....which is the hardest thing to get off your skin .....little dots of primer are everywhere too......mostly on me....i  have white freckles now.......plus i not only redid the ceiling but some of the walls needed retaped so all the walls got redone too.....kinda like ," if you give a mouse a cookie"...great book by laura numeroff...had to look that up..........now i have this great big white canvas to paint on....really excited about that!!!!
         so i told my mom what i was doing and she says, "so are you going to paint your room white?"......as normal as that sounds to most people....no i'm not.....i know she knows the answer before she asks the question, but i gather she's hoping normalcy will happen over here at some point.....ha ha ha......got a good laugh out of that
        an example of how our house is painted is... our addition (we added a large room on awhile back) is a beach...nags head actually, one bathroom is underwater (just painted, not really underwater, that would be bad), the other bathroom is a beach (my fav place, well not the bathroom, but the beach), kitchen is gypsy circus wagon (i'm obviously ahead of my time with my decor)...... so of course the great room will be the woods!.....3 dimensional trees and all.....very excited about the trees, haven't ever done them, so we will see what happens...might be spackling again...........
​           ya know i had always wanted to make molds of hands, arms, and knees, and have it look like someone is falling through my ceiling.......but i'm thinking i would just creep myself out in the wee hours of the morning seeing that.........
           anyway...trying to keep up with my art marketing, scaffold walking, and tree making........it's gonna be a great thursday.....spackle over that........i mean tuesday.....be groovy!

      good morning campers!..happy april fools day!!!....go eat some brownies...or brown e's....ha ha.......hope all is well with everyone!....so i had a post about all that's going on in our world right now, but decided to nix it and instead give you a fun filled story about "my world and welcome to it"...thanks to james thurber for that little quote....some of you might remember that......so sit back, well sit up cause you gotta read, well you could always sit back, or lay down and hold the laptop or whatever over your head and read,.... of course when i do that, with a book,  i sometimes get tired and the book falls on my face, so a laptop might leave a dent....in your head......no good can come from that....anyway....here goes
      well, i have no idea what i'm gonna write about...ha ha.....usually i just start and something comes to me.........like pork chops!......ok....so when i was in high school.... well even before that....rewind to elementary school age..........so, i never liked the taste of meat......ok maybe bacon and hamburgers....but not much else.......up north casseroles are a big thing......throw everything together and call it a dish...yum.....not......down south there are alot of different dishes and vinegar is very popular to pour over greens......which wilted cooked greens is kinda disgusting too......so besides our casseroles, our mom would make things like fish sticks....gross.....gag.....i guess that was the tv dinner of the day.....flounder...ok more disgusting...what is it with fish in ohio?.....anyway, when we lived in columbus, i would always be the last one at the table cause our mom would say "you can't get up till you finish all the food on your plate"......so of course the meat was always the last thing on my plate....everyone has left the table, i waited a sufficent amount of time to say i gagged it down...and then pushed the screen out in the window and fed the dog....."look mom , i'm done!"......i'm guessing she had to have known but probably was tired of dealing with me.......i don't know why, i was an angel.........anyway, our dog got very fat...... i should have been a vegetarian, but back then i didn't even know what that was............so fast forward to high school....bypass middle school, (ha ha i just wrote missle school instead of middle school....that would have been an interesting couple of years) ....anyway...middle school....no good came from that......being 13 was a bad year for me ........so high school years...i'm still avoiding eating any meat....by now i have heard of vegetarians......so i tried to convince my mom to let me become one....she probably thought i would die of starvation or turn into a hippie and join a  commune......ya know, that really has it's good points......but anyway......so my mom, my evil older sister, and bratty baby brother (who got to eat chocolate chip cookies all the time cause he's the baby) were eating dinner.... my dad was already finished and off doing whatever dad's do......so they were all finished eating ...yeah, pork chops......wait a minute, i think i just threw up a little in my mouth...ewww..........anyway, our mom was yelling at me to finish eating cause everyone else was done and they were waiting on me....why , i have no idea....cause i was also the dish washer so it wasn't like they needed my dish....remember i was the middle child ....who did everything....... ...anyway...my mom is getting madder and madder so i finally (my evil older sister who is reading this is laughing hysterically right now)......get the nerve to cut into the pork chop.....i really can relive this everytime, and it's still traumatic........i put the knife into the pork chop and my evil older sister leans over and says.... "oink"...........yeah........there aren't even words to describe the chaos that ensued after that.......pork chops flying, chairs falling, drinks spilled, plates breaking,  i'm completely traumatized, in tears, running to my room, my evil older sister is laughing hysterically falling off her chair, my mom is probably doing the same thing...i'm sure, my bratty baby brother is still eating chocolate chip cookies, oblivious, my dad is still doing his dad thing............good times...........
           after the pc incident (we don't speak of it too much, well i usually don't).....my mom took me to the doctor (not the shrink, just a medical doc, shrink came later) to make sure i wouldn't die if i became a vegetarian.....i think at that point , me becoming a hippie on a commune would have been a plus for her.......so i've been a veggie since 78.....yes the evil older sister still says "oink" in passing to me at times.....because she is the evil older sister........and my bratty baby brother still gets chocolate chip cookies anytime he wants.......life is good!....be groovy!