I’m Late. . .Again

I know, I know, I promised I would write one post per week. I had every intention of keeping that promise. So here’s what happened:

We arrived in Alabama on the property with the grandkids three weeks ago Thursday, around 8 p.m. We had traveled a little over 600 miles pulling our 34′ Airstream travel trailer behind us. We had stopped in Tennessee to purchase our motorhome. Our church there was getting ready to have revival services ten days later. We decided that would be a good time to go back and pick up the motorhome.

While we were in Alabama we spent a lot of time with the grandkids and trying to get the insurance changed over from the trailer to the motorhome, secure a mail forwarding service, and lots of other paperwork stuff. While we’re here I also help with the cooking and I spend time with the kids’ other grandmother who arrived three days after we did.

This family has horses, dogs, exotic birds, and capuchin monkeys. We also have a church home here and our son also lives in the area. There is no shortage of demands on my time.

Thursday before last we left to go back to Tennessee to pick up the motorhome and car dolly. We took our oldest granddaughter with us. We picked up the motorhome that day, drove it to the RV park, got it set up and went shopping for groceries. I spent the next few days helping our granddaughter study for her school exams through Gateway and also for her ACT test. She took the test the following Wednesday and did extremely well except for the ACT which she will take again next year.

Revival services started Sunday and ended Wednesday. Last Thursday we came home. We picked up the two next youngest grandkids and brought them over to the other kids’ place. The younger ones spent the weekend (nights) in the motorhome and wore us and their older siblings out during the day. Meanwhile we were trying to get stuff moved out of the trailer into the motorhome. We listed the Airstream on Craig’s List Monday and have been frantically trying to find a place to put everything so we can get pictures to post for the people who are interested.

I’m not bored! I’m in purge-a-tory.

[Flash Fiction] The Little Girl in the Back Seat

This is a great flash fiction story. Loved it. Re-blogged fro jademwong.wordpress.com.

Jade M.Wong

carI’m sure that the little girl in that back seat was signing us…can you speed up a little bit?”

Devan rolled his eyes, but complied, edging closer to the boxy car in front.

“She’s spelling something.”

Devan started to reply with something along the lines of ‘you’re being paranoid, bro’, but stopped short when he saw the wide-eyed girl staring at him through the back window, feverishly moving her hands.

“Two fingers to the right…‘H’.”

Devan glanced at his brother, who had pulled up the Sign Language alphabet on his phone, his gaze hastily moving from the girl to his phone and back.  

“Sort of a fist…‘O’? No, wait, ‘E’. And that’s an ‘L’. And…”


Devan looked at his brother in silence, time stopping as realization dawned on them. In a jolt of reality rushing back, Devan floored the accelerator, his brother gripping his seatbelt…

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Surip Mountain Beach Resort: Tips and Trips!

All photos are taken by Jenny. These are her pictorial episodes of her travel adventures. I’ve just discovered this blog. It is sure to be a favorite for those of us who enjoy the outdoors and God’s creation around the world.

My Wander Hub

Alaminos, Pangasinan in the Philippines is known for its One Hundred Islands where many tourists visit the place and experience ISLAND HOPPING. You can explore the islands by riding a boat and feel the ambiance of seawater, caves and trees.


These are the boats going to the different islands.


Those mountains you can view at this picture are the islands I am referring to.

Our family dropped by the Hundred Islands for a short span of time because our real destination is on the white beach at Surip Mountain Beach Resort at Bani, Pangasinan.


On the way to Surip, Bani Pangasinan


A big tree at the middle of the divergent road


The entrance to Surip Mountain Beach Resort

If you are from the city of Manila, it is a 6 hour-drive (if there is no traffic). You need a private vehicle going to the resort because it is far from…

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In Praise Of Decay (and against plastic)

Thank you for a thought-provoking sonnet. God gave us a planet of beauty to inhabit and it is taken for granted by uncaring, unfeeling people, who pass those negative qualities on to their progeny. If people are going to go hiking/camping, biking, etc., they should carry trash bags with them and carry them back to a place where they can be properly disposed of.

Malcolm Guite

In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge

I walk each morning in some woodland near my home and especially savour in this late autumn, early winter season, the damp carpet of fallen leaves, now decaying and forming  rich mulch that will feed the soil for future growth. Even in their decay, losing edge and shape, melding and blending together there is in this carpet of leaves, a kind of grace and beauty. The other morning though, these meditations were interrupted by a sudden intrusion. There amongst the gold and mottled leaf mould, like some harsh alien excrescence, was a discarded plastic bag. It was totally out of place and told its own tale of indifference and carelessness; not just the carelessness of the person that dropped it, but the carelessness of the culture that produced it. The trees shed their leaves, and in that fall and letting go  achieve…

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Author Scams

Beware of Listopia, Indie Writers Support#Author Scams

There is no option for re-blog on this site, but Joan Stewart  of The Publicity Hound has weekly, sometimes daily advice for authors and business entrepreneurs. If you are an author and don’t want to end up getting caught in a publicity scam, please click on the link and read this article. Protect yourself from would-be promoters.

Please do your homework. Don’t get caught in the fish hooks these scammers create, pretending to be associated with Indie Books/Authors when they are not. Find out all you can before signing on with anyone.

The Woes of Ditzy Traveler: Part 1

Hi. My name is Ditzy (well, actually it’s my nickname) and I like to travel. I live in Jacksonville, Florida where the sun shines most of the time. Honey, California’s got nothing on us. My best friend, Lucy likes to travel, too, so we often take trips together. That’s us in that old, beat-up Airstream travel trailer. We’re just two old dingbats filling up life with adventure.

 We left on Friday morning, early. We like to get going before the traffic gets bad. Jacksonville during rush hour (right—rushing to the interstate parking lot on their way to work) is like trying to roll boulders up hill. Lucy comes over at two a.m. and we have coffee together. We stock the trailer the night before and leave my house around three a.m. If we hit it right, we’re out of Jacksonville by four-thirty. We’re old and we drive slow, especially with two tons pushing us. This trip we’re heading to Mount Rushmore. I think that’s in South Dakota. That’s North, right? Oh, don’t worry. Lucy has a map, or that GPS thingy. She does the navigating when I’m driving. When I get tired we pull into a rest area or gas station and switch. Then I take a nap while she drives. She wakes me up if we get lost.

© April 16, 2016. All rights reserved by author. No portion of this may be used for sale or distribution without express consent from the author: Aleta Kay. Re-blogging is permitted. Sharing on social media is permitted with a link back to TheKingsKidChronicles.



Kids may think they need Jesus but adults aren’t that dumb

I asked Jesus to be my savior at the age of 23. I went to MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship) all through high school and never heard that Jesus died on the cross for my sin, that He took my punishment. I have learned that I can trust Him in every situation. He healed my marriage, changed my outlook on life, made me a better mother and wife, and I have never once regretted giving Him control of my life. He even helped me to understand my mother so I could stop being angry with her.

The Isaiah 53:5 Project

A common misconception many of the more vocal non-believers I interact with have is that they think Christians need to decieve, coerce, or indoctrinate people into the faith while they are young or Christianity simply won’t stick.

“Clearly kids aren’t smart enough to know better but adults are different” they all seem to say.

Truth is, people can realize they need salvation at any age, it happens all the time, here is one awesome example.

If you, regardless of how old you are or what kind of life you have lived, would like to know how to become a Christian, read this.

I became a Christian at 30 and it was the best thing I have ever done.

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HOW TO Indent in your blog posts.

Thank you, Ronovan. I have often lamented not being able to indent in WP. If I had thought about it, though, it makes sense. Just add spaces. Oh, yeah! Re: Amber Wake: I have been reading it aloud to my husband. We are on ch. 5 and really enjoying the book. When finished I will post a review on my WP site and on Amazon.


As some of you may have noticed, I have begun a new feature here on RW called Ask Ronovan. You can ask anything. Normally I wait a couple of weeks and put out the answers on a Sunday with the next Ask Ronovan post. However, a question was asked I believe needs answering now. Do you wonder how to indent in your blogs?

Here is the request:

Name or Identifying Name (Think something like “What’s Cooking in Columbia”.): Ann V. Friend

Website (Not required.): http://afriendforever54.wordpress.com

Your Question for Ronovan: Hi Ronovan

Can you point me in the write direction for html code to align my acrostic poem below?

Can’t align in WordPress.

I’m not including the poem here but I’ll create one that will do much the same.

we go to Look at the view
because beauty is sO rare and few
i haVe never giVen…

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