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What Matters to You?

26 Jul

Reblogged from September 15, 2017

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

Compassion and love are what matters
Reach out to a needy soul.
There is such a hunger for recognition
Make communication your goal.

People need people.
Listen with your heart to this plea.
“I don’t want to walk alone.”
There is such comfort in company.

Every day is a blessing
that comes from our Lord above.
Walk with a grateful spirit.
Do all things in the spirit of love.

I recognize that bad things happen,
Most of which we cannot comprehend.
But then, we are not made to understand it.
Try to be an optimist to the end.

When you accept the things you cannot change
You will dwell on things worthwhile.
Put on a happy face –
You are never fully dressed until you smile.

Food for Thought:
“When God pushes you to the edge, trust Him fully,
because only two things can happen.
Either He will catch you when you fall
or He will teach you how to fly.” Unknown

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I Love Carpet-Part 3

24 Jul

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

continued

From Tyndall AFB, Florida, 

Photo credit WJHG.com  Credit Google search

we moved to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.

Credit Google Search and Fort Leavenworth website

We were to be there for only one year, for Fred to have training at the Army’s Command and General Staff College.  Again, we made use of the large rug for our bedroom.  The celery-green shag carpet went in the downstairs living room. 

We had some left over celery-green carpet, so cut it in pieces large enough to be tacked down on the stairs to muffle our going up and down those wooden stairs.  The gold shag carpet went on the upstairs landing and Janet’s room.  Again, we had a white rug for Karen’s room.  However, when people moved from that base, they had large garage sales.  In one of those sales, we found a gorgeous white rug that we purchased to put in Karen’s room in Heidelberg, Germany (our next assignment).

One more note about Kansas before we moved to Germany:  the mover came out and inspected all our belongings, so he would know how many boxes, etc. to bring to pack up our stuff.  He also took note of our carpets.  When the day came for packing up, when it came to the carpets, he told the inspector that he hadn’t brought enough boxes for the carpet.  Two things could happen: 1) he could drive back to the warehouse (about 50 miles away, as I recall) and bring the boxes, or 2) they could just take the carpets with them and pack them at the warehouse.  The inspector agreed to #2.  As they were driving off, one of the packers was sprawled out on the rolled-up carpets on the truck.  I told Fred then that we would never see those carpets and rugs again.  And we never did.  I am sure they are still sitting on someone’s flooring in Kansas!  They were all gone, with the exceptions of those pieces we had cut to tack down on the stairs.  So when we arrived in Heidelberg, that’s all we had to work with.  I wanted to go to the authorities and complain, but Fred said they would probably tell me the boxes with the carpets were at the bottom of the ocean.  Oh well…

Okay, on to Heidelberg.  The government apartment we were assigned there did have a rug in the dining room – another of those really heavy rugs.  But it worked.  The kitchen and bathroom floors were terrazzo again, but not squares – solid floor.  I left the kitchen that way, but purchased a bathroom rug for the bathroom, in a rust color.  Then I purchased sheer curtains for the bathroom in rust, 

The bathroom curtains

and cream-with-rust trim for the kitchen.

The kitchen curtains

I liked the way both of those curtains looked.  We purchased a somewhat-white rug for Karen’s room.

Karen in her room with the somewhat-white rug

I can’t remember what we had for Janet’s room, but I have vague memories of having enough scraps of the gold shag to cover her room.  For our bedroom, we found enough pieces of the celery shag to go around our bed so we could step out of bed onto rug rather than just floor, and mostly fill in the rest of the room.  Nothing under the bed.  We found two sort-of-green rugs that fit together for the living room.  

Fred’s parents with Karen and Janet – the green rugs we bought

Later, we found a large amount of rust-colored carpet to replace those celery green rugs, and found it went quite well with our blue couch and chair.

Judy and a friend – the “new” rust carpet

I wanted badly to bring that carpet back with us Stateside, but a friend said he really, really needed it for his office.  So we sold it to him.  Eventually, we found, that was a good thing.

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

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Our Trip to Spain-Part 16

20 Jul

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 12

Today our group was bussed a short distance to where we visited a small country hamlet, to learn firsthand how the Spanish villagers live, work, and enjoy life.  We strolled thru the small shops lining the narrow streets and were amazed at the variety of hand-made crafts.  Then we were introduced to a local family that produced their own wine and were shown the age-old process of wine making.  After that interesting adventure we were taken to a local farm where we were given lunch by the family, as part of the ‘A Taste of Village Life’ tour company plan.  Very few of the locals in this village spoke English, so most of our lunch communicating was done with sign language.  

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

A long table was setup out of doors for a banquet of delicious local foods for our group.  DiVoran didn’t eat much of anything, because of her continuing stomach distress, and the hostess was distraught, thinking it was because of her food.   She tried one thing after another to make DiVoran feel better, but she was just afraid to try anything.  She finally did take a little wine, for her stomach, but that was about all.  She tried to explain how grateful she was for their effort to please her and especially for their hospitality.  All DiVoran could do was to just sit there and enjoy the love the people shared with one another, and the beautiful scenery.  

Photo Credit: https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/29484572533294841/

On our return trip we passed another hilltop Osborne Bull (Toro de Osborne).  I am always amazed at how realistic these bulls are.  They look as though they are ready to charge down the hill and chase you out of their territory.  Someone did a really good job of creating a life-like silhouette of an animal that gives the impression of realism.  

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

Most of the rest of the return trip was along the coast of the Mediterranean where we passed thru the small coastal towns of Los Bolighes, Torrequebrada, Playa de Santa Ana, Benalmadena, and La Carihuela.  When we arrived in Torremolinos, DiVoran and I took a short nap to sleep off that wonderful lunch. That afternoon we took another leisurely stroll down the seaside promenade and then back along the beach to admire more of the day’s creative sandcastles.  By then, we were ready to make our way back to the Bajondillo for our dinner.  Tonight’s meal would be at the Cetus Restaurante’ there in the Bajondillo and would include another flamenco presentation.  We were always impressed at the beauty and stamina the flamenco dancers expressed with their dancing.

Photo Credit: Bill Lite

—–To Be Continued—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

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Measure Your Words

19 Jul

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

Reblogged from January 27, 2017 and even more relevant today.

Years ago an anonymous writer penned a short
poem about the merit of measuring our words:

“A wise old owl sat in an oak.
The more he saw the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard.
“Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?”

There is a connection between wisdom
and limiting what we say.
It is wise to be a good listener
while holding our tongue at bay.

Be sensitive to the needs of the one
you are speaking to.
Listen to what their heart is saying
before expressing your point of view.

Wisdom from above:

“Although there is a time to be quiet
and a time to speak (Eccl.3:7)
choosing to speak less allows us
to hear more.”

Psalm 19:14
Let the words of my mouth,
and the meditations of my heart,
be acceptable in Thy sight.
Oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.

Psalm 96
Shout to the Lord
(If you are depressed you need to read the Psalms.)

Psalm 119
“Forever, oh Lord, your word is settled in Heaven.

    snowy-owl#Wunderphoto

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Empty Nest

18 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

I heard a bird call with the most resonant

Song I ever heard and saw it on the tree.

The bird didn’t see me. Then another one

Winged in with a piece of plastic in her beak.

 I knew she was soon to be a mother

 But I didn’t move or speak.

She zoomed into a Carolina wren nest

She had built in an aloe plant.

We discovered one egg one day, and

 The next another—every day, one more

Until there were four, and she couldn’t 

Lay any more. The nest was full.

We checked the birds every day.

Suddenly, one morning a head no bigger

Than the tip of my pointer finger wobbled.

Soon the nest was full of beaks and

Beady eyes, feathers, and wings. It seemed to expand

Like a womb with a growing child. Parent’s cries rang,

“In-coming, in-coming,” as they delivered bugs

And the nest began to peep. I went to look,

Soon even the expanding nest was too small.

I saw a tiny perfect wing. I heard the father calling

“Flying is the thing.” I thought soon we would

See nestlings fledging. But oh, it was not to be. 

The next morning, everyone was gone, 

No beady eyes peeking out at us.

No cleaning the nest of tiny balls

No more serenades

All gone.

Empty Nest. 

Pictures by Pixabay

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

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I Love Carpet-Part 2

17 Jul

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

continued

From Wiesbaden, West Germany, we went to northern Maine – Loring AFB in Limestone, Maine.

Credit Google Search

It is only about three miles from the Canadian border.  The government quarters we lived in there (thank goodness for only one year!), had hardwood floors throughout the two-story apartment. 

Photo by Fred Wills – the row house we lived in

The apartment (possibly called a townhouse) was partially furnished.  So we decided it was time to purchase our own furniture.  We purchased a 110″ long sofa in electric blue with a matching high-back swivel rocker.

The couch – a friend of Janet’s
The chair – and the charcoal rug – our Karen

Since there were no already-installed rugs or carpet, we also purchased a 12′ x 15′ rug to go under that sofa in the living room.  It was a mixture of colors, which essentially looked charcoal gray.  We had a really good pad under the rug, since we knew it would help the rug to last a long time.  The government had built an add-on to the back of that apartment that included a laundry room and half-bath.  The flooring in that room was vinyl tile over concrete.  Our Janet was born in the military hospital on base.

After our one year there in Maine, we moved to San Antonio, Texas, for Fred to teach at the U.S. Air Force Officer Training School (OTS).  We purchased our first house there, and it was a new house – we were first owners.

1971 – Our first house – San Antonio, Texas

2017 – Our first house – renovated.  That tree really grew big!

The builder had installed carpet in the living room/dining room but only there.

The gold carpet in the living room – our Karen

The rest of the house had vinyl tile on the floors.  Actually it was rolled vinyl, not squares.  We still had our 12′ x 15′ rug, so we put it in our bedroom.  The bedroom was smaller than the rug, so we had to have the overflow of the rug up the wall behind our bed.  That worked.  I have no pictures of any rugs/carpet in either of the other two bedrooms there, and I honestly can’t remember whether or not I placed rugs in those bedrooms.  They would have been just large, loose-laid rugs, if I did.

After three years in San Antonio, we moved to Tyndall AFB, in Panama City, Florida.

Photo credit WJHG.com  Credit Google search

Tyndall AFB – our half of the duplex – carport only, no garage

The government quarters we moved into there had awful, deep blood-red vinyl squares for flooring throughout the apartment.  We knew we had to do SOMETHING to make it more comfortable!  So we purchased a large amount of two-toned celery green shag carpet to  cover most of that flooring. 

A repeat picture, but it shows the celery-green shag carpet

For the entry way, kitchen and dining room, we had a roll of vinyl flooring as cover.  It was a pretty white with speckles of color.  We also purchased some gold shag to cover the hallway and the back bedroom.  We had purchased some white furniture for Karen’s room, and found a white rug to go in her room.

The “semi” white rug and Karen’s white dresser

 I purchased a “bathroom” rug for the bathroom and made curtains from white towels.  All the carpet had good padding underneath, except the bathroom rug – it already had a rubber backing.  Those were wonderful carpets to walk barefoot through!

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

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The Only Connection You Need to Feel Safe and Secure

16 Jul

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged July 16, 2022

July 15, 2022

Just try to trick a blind woman. A while back a close friend and I sat across the patio table from each other. A warm spring breeze came through as we visited and chatted about life.

As I was sharing some deep stuff with her, I stopped. “Are you on your cell?” I asked, not as a reprimand, but out of curiosity.

“How did you know,” she said.

I grinned. “I don’t have to see. But the sound of your voice changes when you’re looking down.”

Plop. I heard her put her cell on the glass table. “Sorry.”

She didn’t need to be sorry. I understood. It’s noted that today cell-phone addiction is the new virus. My friend, David Welday shares this:

I recently saw a short video where everyone was on their smartphone during personal moments. Friends sharing a meal, a husband and wife cuddling on the couch, moms watching their kids splash in a small backyard pool, or taking a quiet walk through a nature park. In the midst of these moments, people were scanning their phones -reading texts, scrolling through Facebook, watching funny videos.

None of that stuff is bad. But what’s not so good is that screen has become such a subtle, but powerfully irresistible lure that invades our time, our attention and distorts our desires.

Although cell phones can be an important connection with our kids in emergencies, could it be that, ever so slowly, we’ve given that electronic gadget the power to be the king of our attention, the ruler of our distractions, and the focus of our satisfaction?

On HelpGuide’s website you’ll find this statement:

Smartphone addiction, sometimes colloquially known as “nomophobia” (fear of being without a mobile phone), is often fueled by an Internet overuse problem or Internet addiction disorder. After all, it’s rarely the phone or tablet itself that creates the compulsion, but rather the games, apps, and online worlds it connects us to. (https://www.helpguide.org/articles/addictions/smartphone-addiction.htm)

Wait a minute? Could it be we’re hungry for connection? Sure, we are. That’s why God invites us to connect with Him. To focus on Him. To hunger for Him. And to find satisfaction in Him.

King David must have written these truths on the screen of his heart. Even at fourteen, he carried in his pouch, not a cell phone, but a clear connection with Almighty God. He was solidly connected to His power and mighty strength. That’s why fear was afraid of him. And rather than shaking on his scrawny legs, he stepped forward, strong and determined. He looked up and “David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD of Hosts…” 1 Samuel 17:45.

In these turbulent times, we want the same victory over the giants we face. But as we’re busy swiping and clicking on that screen, connecting with the world, menacing giants lurk nearby. They come at us, licking their lips as they’ll eat us and our cell phones for lunch. Disconnected from God, we become their pray, weak and defenseless.

No wonder suicide rate is off the charts. No wonder anxiety and depression visit most homes today. But we can reverse all that. Here’s an audacious challenge: put your cell phone away (only for a moment). The pain might sear as you temporarily disconnect from the world. But when you do, you just left the line open for God’s voice to come through.

And when it does, a beautiful connection begins. We can then draw from His strength, tap into His   power and become charged with bold faith.

And like David, we’re able to come against our giants in the name of the Lord and through God’s power we chop their heads off too.

That’s why while the rest of the world is lost in intimate moments with their screen, we dance into victory and sing praises like David did in Psalm 103:

Verse 1: Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.In praising God, we’re declaring God is bigger than our problems, we’re declaring He’s sovereign and His victory is ours.

Verse 2: Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits. His benefits? God’s benefits are that we can come under His wings of protection. We can count on His power to bring down the giants that keep knocking at the door.

Verse 3: Who forgives all your sins… Only a connection with God through His son Jesus will bring that freedom from condemnation and erase the or unwanted shame.

Verse 4: Who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion… Connected with God, we’re lifted from the pit of depression. We walk down the aisle of joy, wearing the crown of compassion and His love, unfailing and true.

Verse 5: Who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. Intentionally disconnecting ourselves from the world and connecting to God, to His Word, to His promises, guidance and strength, He satisfies all our desires, meets all our needs, and renews our security.

Let’s Pray

Father, thank You for the wisdom You grant me to connect with You, to honor You with my time and my attention. In Jesus’ name.

What connection lures you today?

Janet

Janet Eckles Perez

Some say she should be the last person to be dancing. Her life is summarized in this 3-minute video: http://bit.ly/1a8wGJR

Janet Perez Eckles’ story of triumph is marked by her work as an international speaker, #1 best-selling author, radio host, personal success coach and master interpreter. Although blind since 31, her passion is to help you see the best of life.

www.janetperezeckles.com

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God and Cell Phone Providers

14 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

What do cell phone providers and God have in common?

Wednesday morning I spent over an hour with my cell phone provider tech support over text. It was a frustrating experience. The tech support person and I didn’t seem to be understanding each other. He didn’t understand my problem and I didn’t understand why he didn’t.

He didn’t know where I was texting from and I didn’t know where the support person was located. He could only judge my location based on the address of my account. I didn’t understand why that was so hard for him to grasp as I TOLD him where I was.

I didn’t figure it out until the end of the session. I could type “I AM IN THE NORTH CAROLINA MOUNTAINS, NOT FLORIDA” all day long but if the tech was in another country, he wouldn’t understand.

It’a kind of like when I tell God my problems. I explain to Him how I feel and what I think I need. He listens, but sometimes I don’t feel like He gets it. But He does. Just like tech support couldn’t grasp my problems since he had no idea of my location, so I can’t always grasp God’s answers because He sees my problems from a different perspective-a perfect one.

Due to understating issues and technical complications, my problem was not resolved. As we ended the text chat, the tech thanked me for being understanding. I replied that I wasn’t being understanding, just trying to be nice and added LOL. Sort of like how some of my conversations with God end. “I don’t understand but I am trying to be trusting as I wait.”

We don’t have posts from DiVoran or Bill as of yet. Their internet has been down since Friday. Is it my imagination or is the internet experiencing a lot outages?

My daddy moved to Glory 29 years ago today. He was a good man and a good dad.I learned interesting things from him. How to reel in a big fish, take a catfish off my hook, and how to cast a Penn reel and know what a fish bite feels like in the ocean surf.

He was an airplane mechanic in WWII, It wasn’t a good experience but it led to him being hired after the war as an auto mechanic. At supper I would listen to him talk about the cars he repaired and I became pretty good at diagnosing engine noises.

Most of all, he and my mom taught me about love.( though they did not spare the rod on me.) Their love and God’s love for me. I believe in miracles because I learned of and saw miracles in their lives.

I miss him.

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  

My 2022 goal is continue to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media.

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Are You a Pillar or a Caterpillar?

12 Jul

From the Heart 

Louise Gibson

Reblogged

The pillars are a strong foundation
in any relationship.
On their strength we do depend.
The caterpillars crawl in and out,
failing to connect.
They dream to be a butterfly in the end.

God created all of us,
and He did it all with vision.
I don’t have your attributes-
That was God’s decision.

I will strive to be the best I can
with what God has allotted me.
To be more like our Maker,
That is our destiny.

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Our Trip to Spain-Part 15

6 Jul

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 12

Today several of our group opted for a short 20-minute bus ride to visit Mijas, a lovely Andalusian whitewashed village set in the Sierra Mountains.  This village is known for its shops, cafés, and magnificent Mediterranean Sea views.  It was a pleasant ride thru the Andalusian countryside along the seashore.  When we arrived, we were told we were free to wonder the village at our own pace until lunchtime, as we all needed to meet at the ‘approved’ café for our group lunch.  DiVoran and I strolled thru the narrow streets and visited the many small shops while taking in views of the Mediterranean.  

Photo Credit: https://www.thecrazytourist.com/15-best-things-mijas-spain/

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

We visited the small Museo Historico (museum) located in the old town hall.  This is a city history and ethnology museum that displays many of the tools and other artifacts used by the Mijasians, over the centuries, for their diverse livelihoods which has included farming, carpentry, wine making, olive oil producing, and fishing.  We met the group for lunch and had a wonderful meal (can’t remember exactly what we ate, but it was good), and the mariachis singing to us, in the background, painted a perfect picture of Spanish life at its best for us.       

 

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

We passed up the opportunity to ride one of the famous ‘Mijas Donkey Taxis’ preferring the exercise of walking.  DiVoran was not sure how comfortable she would be riding on one of those donkeys.  She was afraid, with her iffy stomach, that the rocking motion might make her ‘Donkey Sick’ and then where would she be.  When the group had spent all their money in the shops and on ‘Donkey Taxis’ around town, we climbed aboard the bus for our return trip to Torremolinos.

Photo credit: https://www.picfair.com/donkey-taxi-in-mijas-spain/

Upon arriving back at the Bajondillo, DiVoran and I had a nap and then we went for a leisurely stroll along the Paseo Maritimo (seaside promenade) while we enjoyed the sea breeze coming in off the Mediterranean.  The sun was getting low on the western horizon and the colorful clouds, drifting across the sky, added to the beautiful evening we were having.  The cooking smells wafting in the air from the many seaside cafés finally got to us, and we returned to the Bajondillo in time for our evening meal.  After this exciting day, it was time to get some sleep, as tomorrow was going to be another busy day.

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

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—–To Be Continued—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

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