No motorcycles woke me up, but I still woke up a million times. It was just for a few seconds unlike the day before, and it will be a great help when I one day have a bed that isn’t uneven and lumpy. It’s just that we don’t want to get anything until we’re sure we’re going to stay in Florida. If we’re not and we end up heading for land in someplace like Texas, then we’ll get the final touches like the bed and other furniture.

I’m not a hundred percent full of energy but I’m better than I was yesterday. Melons are definitely the best for energy. They say it’s bananas and blueberries but nope. It’s melons. I hope I can always get them year-round wherever we are.

I don’t have the energy to go out riding or walking with the skunks, but I hit the Bowflex for a while and maybe I’ll jump on the skier while I watch a movie.

Lost another pound but yesterday I didn’t even have a thousand calories. I was hungry but too tired to eat. Still, my body is continuing to “act” like it’s losing. There’s that zigzag effect I always have, and it’s always been a very slow process, too. Doubt I’ll lose anymore, though. I’m just glad I’m not going to keep gaining uncontrollably as I feared I would for a while. So I’m down from 157 to 153. That’s nothing for a young person with a normal metabolism and thyroid but it’s something for me. If I do lose another pound, I’ll zigzag between 153-154 for a few days or so. Then I’ll drop to 152 and bounce between that and 153 before 152 sticks. This would take about 10 days. Can’t see it happening though because I’m still going over a thousand calories most days.

Actually, it’s only been a week since I first hit 154, according to my calendar. Interesting.

I was curious to see what came up if I Googled my two childhood homes. I lived in the first one (Berkeley Dr.) until I was 13 or 14. It was built right after I was born. Couldn’t find interior pics for this house.

The second one (Birchwood Ave.), which they sold in the late 80s to move to Florida, was bigger and much older. It was built in 1919 and even though I like newer places better, I liked this house better. It had a very small yard that I would sometimes mow.

It’s amazing how much it’s changed since we lived there and how much remodeling and upgrading they’ve done. I can still remember what all the rooms were used for and who used them.

I also looked up Nana and Pa’s house which was next door to the first house. It’s also been mega-remodeled, and they took out a couple of sections of the wall. They’re wrong, though. It’s not a 3-bedroom. It’s a 2-bedroom.

I could superimpose the modern image with a mental image of how it was set up in the mid-60s to mid-80s when they died. Their console TV was where an upright piano sat.

They turned part of the cellar into a girly bedroom. In Nana’s room was a bunk bed and I’d say it was a boys’ room based on the colors and decorations. Imagine if they knew an old lady died in that room. Her bed was in a different spot against the wall but that’s where Dad found her dead after a few days of being unable to get ahold of her. Pretty sure Pa was gone too, before the paramedics arrived, and look at the house number (44).

So the second house sold only twice in 31 years and I could see the 1989 sale. So yeah, with $163K, I can see where my parents could afford to get a place on Nettles Island, and that didn’t include her inheritance.