> Farmers in Georgia love Trump enough to put signs saying so in their fields.

> That three lawn signs – RUN FOREST RUN – lined up on lawns throughout North Carolina must be campaign signs for a candidate named Forest who was running for some office. (I Googled and found out Dan Forest is running for governor.)

> According to two women in Sally’s, I “rock the purple.”

> A container of anti-fungal powder was able to jump off the shelf above the counters and travel from the bathroom curtain, along the counter, behind the sink, behind the curtains behind the couch, and end up on top of books on the seat.

> Huge roosters (or maybe chickens) are popular lawn ornaments in Georgia and North Carolina. 

>Pye weighs 16.8 pounds.

What I Relearned Today

> When I ask the Universe for something, I need to be specific. I was admiring colorful flowers by the side of the road as I felt my hip complaining. I asked for a place to pull over (remembering to add “on my side of the road”), adding, “with flowers” as an afterthought, imagining how they would look on my altar. A mile or so later I got a huge circular driveway in front of a  church – a church with roses and some other blooming bush. No picking those. But I did get exactly what I asked for, and I laughed.

> I also relearned that when my intuition tells me to do something, I need to do it … without delay. I had just made myself comfortable on the bed and was preparing to do some research for an article that’s due in four days when I was told, “Plug in everything that needs charging.” “Yeah, yeah. Later,” I thought. Well, the command repeated with a sense of urgency that didn’t make sense, but I got up, collected up the computer and phone cords, got the fan that needed charging then remembered the back-up charger also needed charging, so i walked to the front of the bus to recover it from beside the driver’s seat. That’s when I saw Pyewacket sitting by the window that I had opened partway to get parking instructions at the home of a host hours ago and had never closed. As Pye saw me, he moved closer to the opening. I dropped everything onto the seat, scooped him up and closed the window. I thanked him for staying on the bus, snuggled him a bit (much to his dislike), put him down in the kitchen and gave him some treats. Back on the bed, I watched him get some food and water after his treats, and then saunter to the front of the bus as if he were going to the litter box. Instead, he jumped on the driver’s seat and up onto the control box, checking to see if perhaps the window was open. He sat there for a moment, jumped down, walked back to his food and stretched out across the floor so there would be no getting by without disturbing him.