Um... is my middle name:

Talc Um... Gypsy 

It's not a miracle that I rolled into town and slid into the perfect spot, for the perfect price, with a heated indoor pool, flowers and hummingbirds, etc. There is a good reason for the availability of a place that has it all, including built in friends... 

I'm learning to laugh, when these friends have it all wrong about me. I no longer have the need to explain myself, because they want to think that when I isolate it means I'm miserable, sad, depressed, unhappy, and etc. That's okay.  

They don't believe that I could possibly enjoy my own company; that I have some of the best times with me; that I enjoy my self and get my own jokes—even think they're very funny, sometimes. They choose to think I'm down on myself and suffer from self pity. That's okay. C'est la vie. 

My friends leave meals, mixed drinks, smoothies, donuts, etc., at my door. Last night it was a vegetarian stuffed pepper from the garden. A couple day's ago, it was soup and cornbread. Friday, we went out for sushi. I'm going to pass on the hoedown fundraiser, tonight, for obvious reasons. 🥴 🙃

Why in the world was the perfect spot available in a town where it's difficult to find a place to live? Um...