THE NO PET ZONE; Fortuna-AZ

Tuesday morning: Mr. Complication is still fanning the flames of his on-going War of the Wills: every day it's something new to be angry or bitter about.

And it always - without fail - revolves around his family members, and friends, in Kelso-WA

I'm so tired of the endless bickering over people, things, and past experiences that mean nothing to me … and it's not even those people, things, or experiences that are the red flag moments: the primary cause of the endless fighting is the way he treats me after getting off the phone with any of them.

He, on his best days, is fueled with testosterone overload; but after reaching out and touching Kelso over the miles … he morphs into a mean-spirited bully.

Thanksgiving in Quartzsite-AZ, was blessedly peaceful.

The drive here, to Fortuna-AZ, was tolerable. It was tolerable because I had my headphones on, listening to Christmas tunes instead of my husband's sour, grumpy, tunes.

Fortuna-AZ from Quartzsite-AZ; 1 hr 14 min (76.4 mi) via US-95 S

Population Fortuna-AZ = 27,552; Centralia-WA = 18,754; Battle Ground-WA = 22,285; Camas-WA = 27,254; Longview-WA = 37,925

The fight was on again once we reached our destination: who knows why.

There doesn't have to be a specific {why} where bullies are concerned.

As we pulled up to our new "home space", we could see that getting Independence into position to back under the sheltering cover would be dicey without help.

Holland didn't want my help: God forbid he should accept help from a woman - especially a woman he is determined to push away.

So, I zipped my lip and sat the event out.

But I prayed Elohim would send help my stubborn husband's way, because he needed help to guide him in maneuvering Independence. Elohim was faithful … and sent Holland 2 helpers that made things easier than stubbornness would have allowed.

After Independence was backed into place, and I was exiting Betsy, one of the men asked, "Why didn't you help him?" I replied, "He didn't want my help." I didn't offer any further explanation: these people are strangers, and it's really none of their business. Let them draw any conclusions they want.

I just wanted to set the house in order, and try to find some relaxation, in a tense environment.

This is a very nice, upscale community: Independence's walls are very thin - I do not want to engage in verbal warfare here.

We are set up in Fortuna-AZ; I like this neighborhood's aura ;-)

The Sound of Silence.

Brooks & Dunn - The Long Goodbye Lyrics:  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvPK9kEnjjM)

We had left Quartzsite a little after 10 AM, and was set up in Fortuna sometime around 1'noon - and Holland shut himself up in the bunk room shortly thereafter, and did not show his face again until morning.

I was okay with that.

I've reached my limit with my husband's bad attitude - and I do not mean "bad" in a flirty way; his pouty attitude sucks, and I'm not going to baby him when he's being a dog. He can stay in his dog house permanently, if that's what he wants - I'm done coaxing him out, only to be treated to more hand biting sulkiness.

Gary Allen - Tough All Over: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw7w84_fzzQ)

After things were put back in place inside Independence, I spent the rest of the day drinking flavored coffee, listening to vintage Christmas songs; and working on December kitchen towels I design with nothing more than a visionary concept I weave my yarn around; I used to sell my designs (I designed specialty items: a lot more than kitchen towels ;-)) around the globe, for top dollar … but now, I just make personal use items - and NICU ward preemie items.

The night passed creatively, cozily, and peacefully.

It is good to be blessed with divine love that never falters, or fails.

MOD Christmas Ombre Kitchen Towel Set; knitted.

Wednesday morning: Before we had left Quartzsite, Holland knew I'd planned to drive to Goodyear-AZ, to the WinCo store there, to shop for things that are not carried in other stores: he said he'd drive me (1) worry about me getting there and back safely would spike his blood pressure dangerously high; Mr. Complication is a complicated mixed bag (2) the route was a route he'd never traveled before - he was curious (3) he was being himself = no one can do anything as well as he can (I'm sure I've mentioned that he is testosterone driven …).

I agreed "as long as there's no fighting, Holland; it's a 2 hour drive each way, I  don't want to spend all that time on the road fighting a stress-related-migraine headache."

Had to make a shopping trip, and Goodyear-AZ, was the closest place; so I dipped into my war paint cache ;-) 1st glittery 'Hard Candy' color was used for my browline, & the 5th glittery 'Hard Candy' eyeshadow color, covered the lid; sparkly purple Covergirl 'Dazed' eyeshadow was used for eyelid accent & liners (upper & lower).'Auburn' Brow Gel, 'Glam Brown' Mascara, 'Neutre Enflamme' Crème Blush, 'Rose Quartz' Lipgloss; & 'White Diamonds' perfume.

Face in place.

WinCo in Goodyear-AZ from Fortuna-AZ; 2 hr 20 min (152.6 mi) via I-8 E

On our way to WinCo, in Goodyear-AZ; it's gonna be a long drive.

We passed through a little town called Gila Bend. There isn't much to Gila Bend-AZ … but I like it: it is pretty much retro 1950's. Some older motels are being torn down, but the Space Age Lodge is still busy. Petey's Tire Shop is still hopping with customers even though it looks like it needs a complete overhaul, but that would ruin the 50's vibe ;-)

The Space Age Lodge looks like it would be a fun place to spend the night :-D

Gila Bend-AZ from Fortuna-AZ; 1 hr 27 min (103.2 mi) via I-8 E = NEITHER of us have been on this road, before.

Western Space Age Lodge, Gila Bend-AZ:  (https://www.bestwestern.com/en_US/book/hotels-in-gila-bend/best-western-space-age-lodge/propertyCode.03004.html)

I am a dinosaur freak, so my eyes lit up when I spotted these metal monsters :-D

Pilot Travel Center; #1244 E Pima St, Gila Bend, AZ

Wind-whipped dustups make the morning landscape appear foggy …

Goodyear has a 2024 population of 116,460; Phoenix-AZ population count for 2024 stands at around 1,662,607 within the city itself … while the larger metropolitan area is home to around 4,777,000 people; Buckeye-AZ is a city located in Maricopa County Arizona - Buckeye has a 2024 population of 113,958.

Yuma-AZ (which I am 100% comfortable in) population is estimated to be 414,323 according to the recent 2024 census.

All of these places are waaaay larger in population that what I am used to: Longview-WA is a city located in Cowlitz County Washington State, and has a 2024 population count of 37,943 = 3 times smaller than Goodyear, or Buckeye. I grew up in the small rural community of Skamokawa-WA, which loosely held about 200 souls (on a good year), & I came of age and married in a small river hamlet on the mighty Columbia River - Cathlamet-WA, which even with it's speedy growth and population explosion, is today, only 605 in population count.

Longview-WA seemed very large to me, and I was never comfortable living there: I always wanted to go back to the smaller rural places, which weren't so hemmed in by close neighbors on every side.

These cities Holland is introducing me to in AZ do have a {small town vibe} - but they are seriously HUGE to my way of thinking. And what is even scarier, is that I am quickly becoming comfortable in city environments ;-)

WinCo, in Goodyear-AZ, is smack-dab in the 'middle of nowhere' … between Phoenix and Buckeye.

The wide open spaces of AZ appeal to me ;-)

Headed back home - I'll check out the local stores, there.

2 hours of this kind of driving, drives Holland crazy; but I like it ;-)

The day went well.

Shopping went well.

The Peace Train ride through desert terrain was enjoyable: for about an hour.

It was a beautiful day – the sky was robin-egg-blue: not a cloud in the sky … the black cloud was sitting in Betsy's driver's seat :-(

The Peace Train went off the rails about 20 minutes from home base.

I guess Holland figured being so close to Independence, and his bunk room isolation, he could strike an accusatory family & friends match … and whip up a verbal firestorm :-(

I shot him an 'I don't believe you are doing this!' smoking eye; and stopped his arguments with the ear plugs I keep handy.

He just cannot stand us actually having a good time, together. He's got to muck it up by interjecting unpleasantness.

And I'm reaching the 'I don't care anymore' stage of things.

His arguments are ridiculous - and centered around ridiculous people, living ridiculous lives, based on a ridiculous mindset that hails from the Middle Paleolithic era.

I can't believe I, a thoroughly modern woman (who read Cosmopolitan magazine as much as I read my Bible - and I still read my Bible daily), am married to a chest-thumping Neanderthal.

I don't argue with Almighty God - but I am peppering Him recently with a lot of (((WHY))) questions in regards to His pairing of me with this toxic testosterone driven man!

Betsy emptied, and stuff stashed in Independence; he sequestered himself behind his closed door - and I busied myself with making Supper and cleaning up afterwards; more knitting activity, and more cherry Christmas tunes.

Another night passed creatively, cozily, and peacefully.

Sara Evans - A Little Bit Stronger Lyrics: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m8GSnIkxPM)

The Home stretch; we came over those mountains in the background, from our Goodyear-AZ shopping Daytrip.

Kicking back and enjoying a Gary Allen Christmas Album ;-)

Gary Allan - Please Come Home For Christmas Lyric Video:  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veZhFtAWqdo)

MOD Blue & Gray Kitchen Towel Set; knitted; & MOD Holiday Stripe Kitchen Towel Set; knitted.

Thursday afternoon: We thought we had spotted a Safeway store as we passed through Fortuna a few days ago … so we went looking for it … and ended up in Yuma, 17 minutes away.

 

No Safeway there, either.

But there were plenty of Albertson's stores.

And plenty of bickering on the way home.

Most of the bickering centered around Holland's questionable {friends}, shady family members, and cultic religious upbringing: all, which he holds close to his heart with a death grip. When he finally ran out of argumentative steam, I shook my head, and said, "So, you are willing to let me go to keep all that babysitting craziness? Can you seriously claim "saved by grace" to continue snubbing your nose at me; and at God - ignore God's Marital Plan of "a man shall leave his mother & father … or in your case, siblings, since your parents are both dead … and cleave (to glue oneself to; to hold fast to; to put her first and foremost above all others) only onto her, so long as you both shall live", and play fast and loose with God's gifts, because you know better than God? Maybe I was put in your Life to point you to true salvation - maybe you can be the one to break free of your family curse: believe me, I am asking God all the time too, "why this person???" - but I don't argue with Elohim: I just do as he directs me to do. You can't break me Holland, and I'm not going to allow you to humiliate me. Elohim is the One who brought us together, so I put up with all your bullshit because He has a Plan for my Life that fits His purpose. I don't argue with Elohim. Do you really think you will be able to stand before God with a clear conscience on Judgement Day - and not have to answer for the shabby way you are treating me, your wife - the person you claim "God gave you a promised vision of, 35 years ago"; the wife you were "happy to finally get" until you realized a wife meant the end to bachelorhood activities? Foolish man. I am glad I am not you."

Then I slipped a CD into the player and tuned his arguing voice out.

I am tired of hearing about his highly dysfunctional family - living or dead.

And I'm sick of stating my legit case against weaselly cal.

I'm weary of his weak justifications of sneaky actions, and disrespectful behaviors.

I'm living on limited time: I don't have time for nonsense. I'm not making any more time for redmill nonsense.

I deserve better.

I will have better.

Back home; he sulked behind his closed door, and I began more knitting activity while enjoying soothing vintage Christmas music.

A quiet night passed in peaceful creativity.

MOD Christmas Palette Kitchen Towel Set; knitted.

Friday morning: Holland woke up disagreeable.

He didn't like hearing hard truths yesterday; they plagued him through the night.

He deliberately picked a fight before our coffee's had a chance to get drank, ending his complaining with, "this marriage has been over for a long time".

Same tune - different day.

But I am reacting differently: I'm not reacting as expected, anymore.

I'm not losing sleep over it.

My stomach isn't tied up in knots.

I'm not crying from hurt.

I'm getting on with Life.

I'm focusing on MY life: with, or without him, I'm on my own … so, I gotta own what happens with my life.

Independence is my home: I'm making it cozily homey.

EVERY SPACE OUTSIDE THE BUNK ROOM IS NOW A NO PET ZONE.

When Holland asked what that meant, I replied, "You said the marriage has been over for you, for a long time. You keep shouting at me that you are not my pet - whatever the hell that means - and then you talk about getting another dog. Have you lost your mind? We had a dog, and I loved Bleu; Lana has Bleu now, because you got tired of him, and Lana is your favorite girl … you had to have me, too: until you got me - now, you want to pawn me off, too. Take that power play up with God; I'll just sit back and watch Him torpedo your self-centered ass. Here's a news flash for you … Independence is my home. Independence is your home; at least the bunk room is your space. We aren't getting another dog - you are a dog, a bully redmill dog, and that is dog enough; redmill's are vicious dogs - uncontrollable, and only loved by those who consider mean-spirited animals 'lovable pets'. I told you from the get-go that I did not want a dog; I'd had several, and didn't want to be responsible for another at this stage in my life … but you insisted we get a dog if we were going to be living on the road. So, we got a dog - but Bleu was not the dog you wanted; he was not a killer dog, so you hated him because he was a loving dog & I loved him. And eventually, you got rid of him. But, you drove to Kelso every week, to drink coffee with Lana, and to tease Bleu with stroking, and tender words - the very things you withheld from him when he was ours. You are attempting to do to me what you did to Bleu, and it irritates the Hell out of you that I won't lick your hand after debasement. It angers you that I don't cower or cringe when you shout at me that you're leaving because marriage makes you feel stifled, and you feel like a domesticated pet. You are peeved that I'm not grabbing you leg begging you not to leave. I've learned, over these tortured months, to be indifferent to your moods, and to your place in my life; you've taught me well how to react to your whims. You promised me when we left Washington, that you were wanting to make this marriage work … now you tell me that it's been over for a long time; and your snapping at me like a chained junkyard dog because you're missing freedom to run with the wild dogs. Stay holed up in the bunk room, where you can make secret phone calls to people you will never introduce me to (thank the Lord!); watch whatever questionable YouTube video or movie, that catches your fancy; listen to all the prepper and gun crazed YouTube morons that pique your interest; crank AC/DC up until your ears bleed for all I care; and pour your heart and soul out to Kelso contacts who {understand} your narcissistic angst … but all this area, outside the bunk room, is now a "No Pet Zone": there will be no popping in and out for belly rubbings, and empty tender words - no more bully tactics followed by honeyed words of love, geared towards careful studious manipulations to get your own way. There's no need; you got your heart's desire Holland - you are alone, and on your own. And I'm finding that I enjoy the peace of your silence and closed door absence. Enjoy yourself to the max."

I'm getting on with Life.

My life.

I dedicated my home to The Lord (something Holland never got around to doing); and I hung my Mezuzah.

I hung some Christmas garlands, a newly designed crocheted & beaded Christmas Cactus; and watched a Mimi Rogers Christmas movie, while knitting up another Christmas kitchen towel set … before settling into bed later on, with a new good read.

Found in a bin = happy to see these things I have been thinking on; I had started a Mini Santa Gift Sack Chain 7 years ago, but never got to use it; I plan to complete it this year, and get it hung. I placed my Mezuzah by the front door …

I designed, and worked up, a new crochet Christmas Cactus design.

MOD Festive Striped Kitchen Towel Set; knitted.

Saturday: Today was laundry day.

Today was also light-stringing, and festive door mat laying, day ;-)

Christmas décor is low-key, and that’s okay.

Festive scented candle; I love the clean smell of alpine forests ;-)

Mr. No Christmas came out of his room long enough to say he likes the lights … and the door stayed open.

Patty Loveless - I'm That Kind Of Girl: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFvH6rb-yJo)

Mr. Complication doesn't like the {no pet zone} restrictions, but that's the price for a no-commitment mindset: he's making self-serving rules, and I am insisting on high value boundaries.

He came out of the bunk room earlier to get a cup of coffee, and tried to make light of his hurtful remarks, but I wasn't having any of it. I reminded him that just yesterday, he said that for him, "the marriage has been over for a long time" … so, he doesn't get to just breeze from one room to another and tell me he still loves me … after telling me point blank a few minutes ago, that he intends to flat-out lie to me, "to avoid arguments": NO! People don't deliberately hurt the person they claim to love. A person does not deliberately belittle the person they claim to love. A person does not place the person they claim to love at the bottom of their social totem pole.

NO!

I told him that since he considers our "marriage long time over"; and since he thinks a husband who cares for his wife's emotional security - and makes her trust a priority, is "a domesticated pet!"; and since he thinks deceiving me, instead of being an upright husband … will "keep the peace" … I consider him untrustworthy: and that is a bad place for him to be in, in regards to me. I have told him repeatedly that trust is a major  issue with me - it's seriously a make it or break it issue with any relationship I have, with anyone. How can I trust my heart to a man who plans to abuse it, treats it so shabbily - and doesn't see the wrong in that?

NO!

He does not get to disrespect me.

An open door normally would gladden my heart - now, it just makes me suspicious.

It's been quite a week.

I don't know what will happen going forward, but right now I don't trust anything my husband says, or does, because though this is a new Day (as tomorrow will also be) it's the same pattern, cut from the Redmill cloth, designed to manipulate, humiliate, and breakingly dispirit.

I'm not interested in hurtful mind games.

I've already gone those rounds with my kids, before the long goodbyes became permanent closures. I don't miss the fighting. I don't miss the disrespect. I don't miss the hate aimed at me. I don't miss the mocking. I don't miss the migraine headaches. I don't miss the nauseous stomachaches. I don't miss the aching loneliness.

And I won't accept any of that from my husband, either.

I'm worth more than that.

My heart deserves more than that.

Elohim will grace me with more than that: this union is His Plan, after all - and I am His daughter, in whom He blesses bountifully with great delight. He will not let my heart be sorrowful, forever. Eventually, joy comes in the morning, and His Will triumphs.

SHAMEFUL DC ACTIVITY

Just ANOTHER SHAMEFUL action taken by the shameless demented obamanite squatting in the White House.

I pray to God that President Trump can will bring Law and Order back to this country that has suffered LOADS of shameful setbacks under barak hussein obama's 4 political coups.

Trey Gowdy: biden was always going to pardon his son:  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCuEPFvjDls)

AZ BORDER: MASS DEPORTATION IS COMING

Chilly 46-degrees this morning … but red hot on the border.

We'll be heading further South in 2 days time; Holland is already feeling the pressure of Husband duty. He takes protecting me from harm, very seriously, and has been studiously keeping an eye on the border crisis the DC obamanites have caused.

President Trump will impose a serious deportation Plan - and we both support that: we both also hope the Anchor Babies Program is permanently stopped … the habit of ferrying pregnant ILLEGALS across the border (or ILLEGALS immediately getting pregnant as soon as they set feet on American soil) OR immediately marrying an American Citizen to gain marital status without finalizing LEGAL CITIZENSHIP status, is what causes "families to be torn apart" when deportations happen. President Trump's declaration that ALL FAMILY MEMBERS (including said anchor baby) be sent back to their country of origin is to be applauded, and we hope and pray that actually takes place. These ILLEGALS know they are breaking American Law by illegally crossing the border; they know that by giving birth on American soil WHILE REFUSING TO BECOME LEGAL CITIZENS will cause legal issues and heartache, down the road, and YET THEY ARROGANTLY DO IT, thinking they can stay in America leeching help that should go to Americans WHILE disrespecting our Laws, killing our people, depleting our government programs designed to help struggling American families, burning our flag and cities … ALL THIS WILL END WITH PRESIDENT TRUMP. Thank God.

AZ is a border State.

We will be roughly an hour from the border once Independence is set up in Fortuna-AZ

Things could get interesting when January rolls around.

Incoming border czar: ‘Let me be clear,’ a mass deportation is coming:  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9-9z8HHR4I)

THANKSGIVING 2024 - SLOW COOKER TURKEY BREAST RECIPE; Quartzsite-AZ

Thanksgiving is celebrated on a different date every year because it is always the 4th Thursday of November: a good day filled with delicious kitchen scents hovering in the background.

Every couple of Thanksgivings, I like to try a new turkey recipe … this year the following recipe sounded interesting, and it's a spice combination I've not ever considered. However, the past 24 months have been something new, too: new husband, new experiences, new life. This recipe seems to fit all that "newness" ;-)

Spicy rub ingredients.

Gravy ingredients.

butter-spice rub & rosemary sprigs go under loosened skin.

Into the pot  around 10:30 AM, & set to High to cook for 4 hours.

Slow Cooker Turkey Breast: (https://www.bowlofdelicious.com/slow-cooker-turkey-breast/)

When Holland saw the buttery rub, he thought I was going to smear a mustard concoction on the turkey breast; I laughed, and told him the yellow is turmeric.

I also fleshed the turkey out with a cooked yam (split for 2), mashed potatoes (2 med. spuds), stuffing, gravy (1 cup), & a small store-bought pumpkin pie - our little feast was perfect for a couple. Holland was happy there was no dietary restrictions, today (no pictures though, because hunger overrode picture snapping).

Dinner fare to be cooked in a staggered manner.

The turkey was tasty, tender, and just right for two people: 2 slices a piece, and 2 slices to refrigerate for later.

After Supper dishes were done, we went for a short drive before sunset.

I usually start getting my December Holiday stuff in place as soon as the Thanksgiving stuff is cleared away … but this year we will be moving December 3rd, so, I'll wait until we are parked in Fortuna-AZ to pull the bin out; and start putting stuff in place.

THANKSGIVING HUMOR~2024

ENJOY YOURSELVES TOMORROW 😘

NEW DIGS, PIZAZZ, & COZY VIBES; Quartzsite-AZ

Two nights ago as I was preparing for bed, I noticed that the upper part of my nose bridge - as well as the inner corner of my eyebrow, and upper cheek where my glasses touch my skin … was angry red like a cigarette burn - I hadn't felt skin burn, but it was obvious that my skin was troubled. So, I checked the inner sides of my glasses and sure enough - metal was showing. I had no idea that there was a light metal frame under the glittery plastic of my 2 year old fancy eyewear. My first thought was, "Well - rats! Now, what?"

We're in the process of planning a move further south; so, $$$ is tight right now.

Before turning down the bed, I've dug out an old pair of glasses to wear until I can buy a newer replacement; the prescription of this old pair is workable, until then.

Yesterday, Holland and I had the same idea - practically at the same instance: "fingernail polish might be the solution" … so, that's what I did.

Between a rock and a hard place, you've got to keep keeping on ;-)

I dug these old glasses out - the lens' prescription is pretty much the same …

I painted the exposed metal with clear nail polish ;-) There isn't much metal showing = just enough to cause trouble.

This morning I put my glitter glasses on, and was very happy to note that the fingernail polish {safety measure} works :-D

I was also pleased to note that Holland's pursuit of a long-term RV space on a private piece of property has paid off in dividends ;-)

This has been one of his Bucket List Goals.

The reason we are leaving Quartzsite after the Thanksgiving Holiday, instead of waiting for the RV Sales and Big Tent bonanza the end of January that we planned to stay for, is due to the constant traffic through The Pit Stop RV parking area - as well as the 24-7 highway traffic, that keeps whipping up loose dust in the air around the clock = not good for Holland's lungs - he's been coughing and hacking nonstop; so, as much as we like The Pit Stop … it's time to move on.

The Pit Stop is rockin' & rollin', this morning.

Overkill for a 35-ft RV, but a lot of people do it …

Also a lot of old school bus conversions; these are not allowed in RV Parks, only the desert lands.

A prettily painted RV - like a moving mural ;-)

A tiny 'covered wagon'; seen downtown.

A couple days ago, Holland was online and found a few private lot spaces for rent … so, we drove to Fortuna-AZ, to check on the one that most appealed to him.

His main concern is to be closer to a medical facility.

I have periodic asthma attacks, and heart arrhythmia, that can be severe at times; and Holland has COPD which can flare up pretty severe at times, and has been giving him trouble with the recent dust-ups - if Holland feels the need to go to a doctor, or the ER, I will take him … just like I took Bob.

Judgmental people who do not know me - and have not taken serious measures to get to know me, think I {religiously} refuse doctors and medicines … that is not true: I utilize both when necessary; but I also quickly distance myself, and my body from them when I can treat myself organically and holistically. That way does take longer; but that way works for me. Holland knows my personal choices when it comes to medicinal treatments concerning my body; and he will abide by those choices.

On our way to Fortuna-AZ, to check out, & hopefully put $$$ down on new digs ;-)

It's on a private lot, & Holland says Independence will fit.

The guy seems friendly enough …

Tape measured = width & height: it's doable.

A bargain is sealed ;-)

Holland liked the space.

He liked the property owner.

He secured it with a retainer fee, which will be paid in full sometime the first week of December.

The new digs in Fortuna-AZ, is located in a very nice neighborhood - lots of adobe-style homes, well maintained home perimeters, close to grocery stores, grocery outlets, & a small Mall area; fuel stations, clinics, a mini hospital (probably a triage hospital, but good to know about in a pinch); and lots of urban and rural sprawl to explore: he'll feel safe leaving Independence for a length of time … and I'll feel comfortable walking mornings and evenings on the sidewalks - as well as comfortable driving where I need to go if Holland decides to stay home when the need to go beckons: pretty much everything needed is located along the easy driving 2-lane frontage road ;-)

I woke up this morning thinking I needed to get some gray eyeshadow; so, I bought some at the Fortuna-AZ Wal*Mart – the Wal*Mart in Parker, is okay, but their cosmetic department doesn't carry much; I couldn't even find decent perfume. So, as well as groceries, to carry us until we get set up at our new digs; I trolled the cosmetics isles, in hopes of finding some sparkly pizazz in the color wanted … as many of you have noticed, seeing the selfies I post here – I LIKE GLITZY COLOR: eyewear, clothes, makeup, shoes, handbags, ect.

I like color in my world :-D

Holland was waiting for me in Betsy, and I didn't want to take too long browsing the isles. I scanned the eyeshadows being offered; and finally found a basic matte (not pizazz) 3-pc gray eyeshadow kit, sighing in resignation as I added it to the cart – then as I was turning, I spied a sparkly gray … in a larger kit with several brighter, sparkly, and downright glittery shades. Smiling, I put the matte 3-pc back on the rack, and carefully tossed the larger kit into the cart. Walking down the length of the isle, my eye wandered to the eye brow colors, and I snagged an 'Auburn' shade - which works better with my skin shade than the 'Warm Brown' I picked up a few weeks ago, in Parker, that is really too dark and makes my sparse brows look Joan Crawford silly (I like her movies, not her eyebrows). By the time I came to the lipstick selections, my Flamingo spirit had been toggled, so I grabbed a red glittery lipshine, too (Holland likes a more flamboyant 1980's choochkie-girl-red, but that will have to wait 'til another shopping day) … and a pricey bottle of perfume, because I've been missing the scent (an early BD indulgence).

Before we turned toward Quartzsite & Independence, we stopped at Gonzalez's Produce Stand too, off Hwy. #95 … and joked that when we make the weekly fresh produce run from Fortuna, we won't have to loop back through CA anymore, to get home with our produce and fruits ;-)

Happy with our purchases, we headed home.

First we were stalled enroute when corralled through the {Border Patrol} Station. Hopefully this nonsense will be halted when President Trump's administration starts culling the wasteful government {agencies}.

There is no logical reason for this Station to exist - it as not here last year.

This is ridiculous; this Border Patrol Station is 104 miles from the border!

Then we saw the Stone cabin ruins Holland has been hoping to see while along this route - so, we pulled over to get a closer look:

We finally found the KOFA Stone Cabin & Plaque - but there is no access due to vandalism.

Local History claims that this stone ruin in the "first set Stone Cabin" in this region. These stone remains sit off to the side of Arizona's Hwy #95, shadowed by a rocky hillock - across from the Kofa National Wildlife Refuge.

KOFA stands for King of Arizona which was a successful gold mine in the area.

The Stone Cabin in it's heyday was originally a base camp for exploration of valuable minerals. Then, it became a weigh station for the King of Arizona mine to the east of where the ruins sit. The Pony Express, a well as stage coaches made stops here, too, along their routes. Local lore also says that the Stone Cabin was used in two of John Wayne’s early western movies. The Stone Cabin is now deteriorating to the point of being fenced off completely, to keep people from running off with stones, or being tagged with spray paint as the two building flanking it have been.

I also caught sight of a heart-shape - and yu'all know that I consider these heart-shaped sightings a love message from Elohim, so it gladdened my heart to see it :-D

A heart shape in a mountain side, on the way back to Quartzsite-AZ ;-)

Back home, cocooned in the coziness of Independence, I put the groceries & cosmetics away; watched a sunset; and watched a cute vintage movie while working on some more preemie items for the box I plan to ship off Friday afternoon.

'Cherry Flash' glittery Lipgloss; 'Auburn' Brow Gel & 'Hard Candy' sparkly eyeshadow.

'Obsession' perfume; I like the spicy cinnamon scent.

Sunset; Quartzsite-AZ

It's been a fun, eventful, and blessed Day.

I felt Elohim's love and blessing around me all day long; and in the moment, in my cozy home on wheels, I am feeling the love, tonight ;-)

The Young in Heart - 1938 Film 1938: 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvSu4ULtCcQ)

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