Last night I was determined to go somewhere when I woke up this morning. So Redneck and I are on our way to Shreveport to eat at one of the casino's lunch buffet. This is why I am determined to not be in the woods  this time next year. Imagine driving 2 hours to get something to eat besides fried chicken.

It's 28 miles to get to the only two grocery in town and the town has nothing more to offer besides the library. But, I moved here for my land, to develop it into a food forest and to have a base to come home to after my travels between the Philippines and Canada.

I am posting from my phone so I can post pictures.  Well, it looks like I am double posting some pictures, but this will give you a glimpse of my land this summer and two days ago, when the weather is now falling down to the low 50's.

I am frustrated because I still can't figure out how to upload pictures from my phone to this blog. But I will soon learn how. For now, I am just in a funky mood in the wood. The weather here in Louisiana is actually better that what I can remember in Dallas, especially now that God has healed my respiratory allergies. I now can enjoy being out. But I want to be out where I could see well dressed people, sipping their 5$ coffee rushing to work in their luxury cars. Or in not so luxurious car, trying to make ends meet.

Talking about making ends meet: I am able to make ends meet but without some extra loop to play with. My source of joy doesn't come from money. Let me say it again. My source of joy doesn't come from money. O.k. I am lying.So let me be specific: My source of joy comes from the Lord Jesus, but the last three days I find myself feeling down and getting impatient for when God will embellish my existence with money so I can get things. Unnecessary things, but I want it anyway. And I want it now.

Oh well. This is what makes life more exciting---expecting. Expecting for the best yet to come.

It is 9 a.m. here in the woods. I am learning how to post pictures from my phone so ya'll can see where I live now. It will be a while before I can figure it out, but I want to show you what I got here.

For several years, I have followed the "tiny house" movement and living off of the land. I am finally here. I've been here since March, I've planted, harvested and live in this 14x32 cabin. The cabin is still unfinished because I found that I need two things to finish it; a handy husband or money. I have neither. Oh wait, I have a husband, but I have more tools than he does and I only have a hammer.

So let me finish my coffee so I can get to the library and pick up a book or two. Besides the Bible, I haven't read any book in the last 2 years. Reading and blogging is my new diet now. Toes crossed.

Dear Blog: I just deactivated my Facebook account because I am bored out of my wits and am sick of of people. That's half the truth.  I deactivated my account because I got tired of looking at peoples' posts talking about their  travels, the new restaurant they just discovered and all the happy and nice things they are doing. While I am stuck here in the woods.

I have so much more to tell you, but for now, let's just get reacquainted again. It's 45 minutes to midnight and that's way past my bedtime.

This is the problem with American mainstream media, an example was last night's ‪#‎CNBCmoderators‬ ... they're like vultures. A Vultures face and large intestines are covered with bacteria that is toxic to other creatures. Vultures like to pick on dead animals' anus to get to their entrails. But last night, they picked on live and thinking creatures who refused to get their anus picked.

 I watched the Democratic debate and compared to last night's GOP debate, it's like comparing a fetus (which liberals consider as non-life) to PhD graduates. Geez, I need to just continue burying my head in the sand watching the Kardashians.

When my blood pressure is high, I can carry on an intellectual conversation, I can process information, I get excited and I'm exciting. Low bp makes me a drone and less excitable with low probability of me killing you if you rub my scales the wrong way. In other words, low bp makes me kinder but boring. I can't decide what I prefer.

I have been struggling with dizziness and nausea for the last 2 months, and today was the worse---I was throwing up. I took my blood pressure and there it was, 98/60. I wonder if I need a doctor, a change of scenery, change my blood pressure pills or go for a new body. A healthy one. Oh well.

Ok. Here. I. Am. Again. Follow me here. If you want to.

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Detoxing Facebook

I am detoxing from Facebook because I found myself checking on it every second, like it's an itching wart in my scrotum. Well, maybe not scrotum but you know what I mean. The pull to continually check the feed or posting every thought that comes to my mind and post pictures of foods or things I've seen started to become a mind numbing obsession. Not to mention the times that I'd want to punch some people in the throat for posting stupid stuff. If I don't like them, they must be stupid.

The true value of something is not how much it costs, but rather how much it cost you. If anything costs you your faith, your family or your health, then the price is too much.

 I didn't want the Redneck to go back to work full time because a full time job would cramp my vagabond lifestyle; we won't be able to just pick up and travel. But then, without money we can't just pick up and travel,(at least no farther than 1.5 miles.) There's a price to everything. But I've found that the more a person works, the more stress he has and the more debt he has. What time is it now? oh 930 a.m. I think we'll get up in a bit and drive to La Madeleine on Rue 15th for coffee and crème brulee.

I had to make a choice and the choice is not good when it comes to my blogging. I decided that I don't want to live with my heart racing all the time and feeling anxious that is almost disabling. So I am now religiously taking Lexapro. And the result? I am so calm, I could care less about anything. Nothing and no one can impress me more than 2 seconds. It's like walking dead to the world around me. Which follows that I find nothing worth writing or talking about. In a month or two, I will be moving to my own apartment. This would help me a lot in stabilizing my thoughts and feelings. And I am hopeful I will do again, what I've always loved to do----write and read.