Friday, November 11, 2016

Compare On This Day

 
 


 Thanksgiving is a day when we, as a country,   give thanks for not only the food on our plate and the material things that we have, but also for the freedom  we enjoy – a freedom that gives us a  lifestyle, which is unique to  the USA.  The turkey on the Thanksgiving table does not arrive without a price. 






As a nation, two weeks before this November day of thanksgiving, we pause on Veterans Day to give thanks to our veterans and their families –– the reason we remain strong –– that we live in peace

and enjoy all the bounties that Thanksgiving represents.



Because of their sacrifices, we have the luxury to appreciate a fiery sunset and have the time to contemplate the wonders of nature …







Instead of the flames of human destruction, that many others throughout the world live with on a daily basis.





Millions visit Yellowstone National Park. They come in peace from all over the world to observe the explosion of nature’s power…..



While others must witness explosions of unrest and destruction on a daily basis.





 



When I hike the hills surrounding my home in California I relish in the vastness, the serenity and the freedom the scene portrays. A feeling of indebtedness to our veterans overcomes me.



Because of our veterans' sacrifices, I do not have to experience this instead.

  










 
On this Veterans Day, please take a moment.  
Remember our veterans.


 
 
 


Let your voice be heard.

Thank a veteran.

Pay it forward with an act of kindness.
Judy Howard's two books in the
Masada Series  --

 Masada's Marine
and
 Masada's Mission  
will be available

 throughout this weekend 
for $ .99,
 beginning Friday , November  11th at 7pm through 7 am on Monday, November 14th.
 on Kindle
 
 
 
 on Kindle

 
 

Compare On This Day

 
 


 Thanksgiving is a day when we, as a country,   give thanks for not only the food on our plate and the material things that we have, but also for the freedom  we enjoy – a freedom that gives us a  lifestyle, which is unique to  the USA.  The turkey on the Thanksgiving table does not arrive without a price. 






As a nation, two weeks before this November day of thanksgiving, we pause on Veterans Day to give thanks to our veterans and their families –– the reason we remain strong –– that we live in peace
and enjoy all the bounties that Thanksgiving represents.



Because of their sacrifices, we have the luxury to appreciate a fiery sunset and have the time to contemplate the wonders of nature …






Instead of the flames of human destruction, that many others throughout the world live with on a daily basis.





Millions visit Yellowstone National Park. They come in peace from all over the world to observe the explosion of nature’s power…..



While others must witness explosions of unrest and destruction on a daily basis.





 



When I hike the hills surrounding my home in California I relish in the vastness, the serenity and the freedom the scene portrays. A feeling of indebtedness to our veterans overcomes me.



Because of our veterans' sacrifices, I do not have to experience this instead.

  










 
On this Veterans Day, please take a moment.  
Remember our veterans.


 
 
 


Let your voice be heard.

Thank a veteran.

Pay it forward with an act of kindness.
Judy Howard's two books in the
Masada Series  --

 Masada's Marine
and
 Masada's Mission  
will be available
 throughout this weekend 
for $ .99,
 beginning Friday , November  11th at 7pm through 7 am on Monday, November 14th.
 on Kindle
 
 
 
 on Kindle

 
 

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

On My Way!


I’m On My Way.
It’s a brand new game.  

My visit to my roots, to my hometown is done.The experience of seeing my beginnings through mature eyes   brought my life into focus.  The  visions of my  past  which nurtured me and molded me, had grown old and wise or broken by the storms. Forgotten friends and cherished loved ones cast warm glows on the tumble-down, tarnished scenery, now overgrown or plowed under. 

Everything and  everyone  tugged at me, pulling my loves and dreams from the deep recesses of  my heart, a heart which  has felt so much , which has  rejoiced and cried, and ached and soared.

I've  shook out the past. Going home made everything different, as if the world shifted. I see things differently now. Now, with my home and my memories in my heart, I’m on a brand new route. I've got a one-way ticket to anywhere. Holding on to my memories is all I can do.  I’m on my way to find my place in the sun. I’m taking the dare, here I go.

I’m going full time!! 

I am selling out and renting out  my house  in Sun City, California. I thought I would share some pictures  In case someone may be interested.  
For those of you who are not RVers. I will be considered homeless, but in the eyes of  the RV community , it is called, "Going  full time"  in my motorhome, the true "tiny house."

The home is centrally located in Southern California  –– an hour north of  the San Diego beaches, museums,  Balboa Park and the home of the San Diego Padres. 

The house is an hour east of Los Angeles and all the city has to offer:  Hollywood, The Getty Center, Disneyland, and so much more.

 If the two golf courses in Sun City aren’t enough to satisfy, drive an hour east to Palm Springs and enjoy any of the 125 courses—that’s 2,250 holes. Or ride the Palm Springs Tramway up to the top of the San Jacinto Mountains in order to escape the heat in the summer, or to go snowboarding in the winter. Oh yes, don’t forget to indulge in the many hot springs in the area. 

But if you don’t want to fight the California traffic, stay in Sun City. Enjoy over 50 clubs and a myriad of activities offered by the homeowners association.
Yoga, line dancing, bridge, bicycling, and chair volleyball.
Two Lawn Bowling greens. 



Two pools. This covered one and an Olympic  one, too.



Horseshoe courts

Woodworking shop with top of the line equipment. 

Hot tub.



Outdoor Greek Theater

Fully equipped exercise room.
 A Lapidary workshop and a ceramics workshop. 
An artist room. 
An arts and crafts room.
Two large meeting rooms with stages and seating for over a hundred and fifty. 
Indoor shuffleboard.
Billiards room.
 Two golf courses 


The house?
Below are a few photos.



Back Patio

 

Laundry room.



Third bedroom. I have used it as an exercise room and an arts and crafts room.


Guest bathroom.



Side Patio.



RV Parking



Second Bedroom which  I use as an office.













Kitchen



Vanity and walk-in closet in Master bedroom


Beautiful hills for hiking.
 
 The nearby community  of Perris is  known for the  famous Skydiving  Perris Air Park. The city of Temecula is famous for its  vineyards and world class wineries.
A great place to live.  


Monday, October 10, 2016

Going Home Again.


 “Can you go home again?”

Last year when my sister was dying, I wanted go back to my  hometown,  Springfield, Illinois. I promised her I would revisit our old haunts, recall our shared memories, and think of her.

I drove the once familiar streets of Springfield, Illinois, which now are crammed with the hustle of progress, disguising my route down memory lane.  I cruised and thought about our lives growing up in a small town. Many of our haunts have been torn down, rebuilt or plowed under. But some places remained, places which meant nothing to others but everything to sis and me ––
 The little house we grew up in, with two windows facing the street and a small front porch. In my mind’s eye, I sawmy sister pedaling   her bicycle down the street. My own memories push into my head.  I heard  my first love's  knock on the front door, and like it was yesterday, I feel butterflies in my tummy.

I drove down the streets, still paved with bricks, cemented together by tufts of historical grass, that reach through from the cracks. The red brick roads were  lined by grand old homes whose residents were folks my sis and I had  never known because we lived in that little two windowed house with the tiny front porch. 
  I visited Lake Springfield where we learned to swim early in the mornings --  the water so cold it set our teeth chattering and sent goosebumps up our spine.

I drove through Washington Park in search of the bridle paths, that no longer existed. The trails my best friend and I rode, the trails that our horses knew by heart because every weekend we were cowgirls, wild and free. I  envisioned my sis and me fishing for crawdads in the pond.  My gaze fell to the make out spot where that same boy gave me my first kiss. Butterflies again.

 I found myself wishing those days had not gone by so fast. I missed them terribly and I wanted it all back.

I wanted that little house. I wanted to daydream from the front window and watch the leaves paint a pallet of colors under the maple tree and I wanted to wait for the winter flurries to powder the brown grass with eye-blinking snow as white as  cotton.

I wanted to experience  that boy’s first kiss again, to taste his lips and feel him beside me in the night as we watched the moon rise over the lake. 

I wanted to hold my sister’s hand and fall back into a pile of fresh fallen leaves. I wanted to drink cocoa and shovel snow with her.  I wanted her to tell me I’m doing it all wrong, like sisters do.

 I want it all back.


 

 
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