Yesterday was not such a good day. I did not sleep one minute Monday night, but did go back to bed and sleep for about 45 minutes in the morning (around 9:00) after Steve had got up.
I finally got hair done and dressed around 11:00, after doing a couple of loads of laundry in 'moo-moo' mode.
Bobby Curl brought another pick-up truck load of ear corn. All the containers down at the barn are full. Thank God for bounty and good friends who will help. Ronnie showed up at just the right time to help un-load the corn, and he is such a great help, doing anything I ask. He's strong as a horse, and works like one. He remembers to feed the cows bales of hay every other day.
He had killed a coyote over on Ted Collin's farm the other day. They are such a problem.
Steve was working on a pump down at the well house. A capacitor had exploded. It's ironic that I used to make and test them for AVX in Myrtle Beach. A new one is going to cost $50.00.
He says he can't use any of the pumps we have. It's a booster pump.
Our water is brown, again. It's not such a good prospect to run a bath and see water in the tub that's as dirty as Richlands Creek. I'm so tired of having to buy water.
After doing the corn, Steve and I went to Down Home for lunch (at 4:00). We then came home to start 'the second shift'.
I fed, then went to work in the Hut.
I am putting acoustical ceiling tiles on the walls in the bedroom for insulation, and I needed some 'rosettes' to keep it in place. I had bought a huge bag of them some time ago, and I started looking for them. I couldn't find them anywhere. It got more and more frustrating. I finally gave up the search about 7:30, and told Steve I was going up to the Family Dollar to visit with Joan.
She's a great relief valve for me.
Alyson and I put up stock and cleaned shelves. Joan had given me several large sheets of double cardboard a few days ago, and I'm using it for insulation in the bedroom of the Hut, too. I'm going to put laminate over it, so it will be a dead-air space in the wall. It's easy, free, and low-labor.
When I came home, Steve had found the rosettes out in my hatchery, where he had stored them in a very unlikely place...in with the heating appliances for the water containers at the bird houses.
I took them up to the Hut and started putting them in place, and they made a huge difference right away. I had used roofing nails before, and they looked so ugly.
When I went in up at the Hut, Smokie saw me going in, and he came running across the yard and up the steps to join me. He loves to lay in front of the heater on a rug I put there for him. He's had a bad cold, and he's older now, so he loves his comfort.
I got one of my heating pads for the pets and put it in a plastic dog house on the back porch for the cats before I came in for the night. He went right to it. It was pretty warm this morning when I went out to feed them. He looks like he's feeling some better.
I got ready for bed, and laid down across the bed. I don't remember much after that, but Steve said he couldn't wake me when he came to bed. I guess I about died. I was so tired.
There's much to do.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
11/29/10 AM
Yesterday was not too productive a day for me. I worked a lot, but didn't seem to get much done. Steve and I went to Jefferson City, because he wanted to eat out at someplace not in Rutledge. We also went by Lowe's, his favorite store. All I got was some mirror clips. He bought some OSB for the bedroom floor in my Hut. He got it put in last night, after I had caulked all the seams around the floors and up the walls. I then cut and installed some acoustical tile ceiling material on the back wall for insulation. That camper is as drafty as a chicken coop.
I want to get him to cut some plexiglass to make storms for the windows, but I don't know if he'll have the time while he's home this time. There's never enough time for my projects.
I've got all the trim down in the bedroom, and discovered that the ceiling is just laying up there in many places. I squeezed a lot of silicon caulk into the seams, and then run a screw into the paneling, and hung heavy items on the screws to hold the ceiling in place until the caulk sets.
We've decided on carpet for the bedroom area, as we plan to put the tanning bed there.
There were two holes in the floor, which the seller had cleverly disquised by putting metal plates over them and covering the whole mess with carpet. I repaired them, and we put the OSB over the whole floor. I'll still have to crawl up under the camper and insulate from underneath.
Lynn was having a flare, and could hardly get off her bed all day.
I have to keep going all the time, whether I feel well or not.
It was really getting cold last night when I came in the house.
Steve's having a hard time with his Christmas lights....they've rusted.
I guess there's something to be said for taking them down every few years.
I want to get him to cut some plexiglass to make storms for the windows, but I don't know if he'll have the time while he's home this time. There's never enough time for my projects.
I've got all the trim down in the bedroom, and discovered that the ceiling is just laying up there in many places. I squeezed a lot of silicon caulk into the seams, and then run a screw into the paneling, and hung heavy items on the screws to hold the ceiling in place until the caulk sets.
We've decided on carpet for the bedroom area, as we plan to put the tanning bed there.
There were two holes in the floor, which the seller had cleverly disquised by putting metal plates over them and covering the whole mess with carpet. I repaired them, and we put the OSB over the whole floor. I'll still have to crawl up under the camper and insulate from underneath.
Lynn was having a flare, and could hardly get off her bed all day.
I have to keep going all the time, whether I feel well or not.
It was really getting cold last night when I came in the house.
Steve's having a hard time with his Christmas lights....they've rusted.
I guess there's something to be said for taking them down every few years.
Friday, November 26, 2010
November 26, 2010
I didn't post this AM, as my computer was giving some problems, and I had to wait until Steve got up to fix it.
We went to Lowe's to do some shopping. Steve is going mad over their new chasing LED lights, but we won't spend the money to buy them. They're just too high.
He took me to the Goodwill in Morristown, and I got some good deals on toys and such, it being the last week-end of the month. We then ate at Golden Corral, which they're remodeled. Steve got sick from the food, and I got a little quezy on my stomach later. We then came back to Jefferson City, and I went to the Goodwill there. I didn't get much there. We also stopped at the Lowe's there, so I could shop for mis-mixed paints. They didn't have any.
We had stopped at the 'Clock Shop' in Jefferson City, and I got 5 new snow houses. I got one at the Jefferson City Goodwill, too, but it is white, and I'll have to paint it.
Lynn was having a terrible day today. She could hardly talk, and said she was laying on her bed trying to get dressed in spurts. I had told her yesterday to expect this.
It's awful when you have to suffer for having a good time with your family.
An old friend, Faune Gerber, from Smyrna, called me last night. Steve knew I would like to hear from her, so he came running across the back yard with the phone to the Hut. It was cold and raining, and he was in his sock feet, but he knows how I still love Faune. She had worked for the VA in Nashville many years ago, and helped us get our mortgage on this place when we bought it.
She hand carried the papers through the agency, and our realtor told us it was the fastest VA loan he's ever seen approved. We've never forgotten her kindness.
More about today in tomorrow's post.
We went to Lowe's to do some shopping. Steve is going mad over their new chasing LED lights, but we won't spend the money to buy them. They're just too high.
He took me to the Goodwill in Morristown, and I got some good deals on toys and such, it being the last week-end of the month. We then ate at Golden Corral, which they're remodeled. Steve got sick from the food, and I got a little quezy on my stomach later. We then came back to Jefferson City, and I went to the Goodwill there. I didn't get much there. We also stopped at the Lowe's there, so I could shop for mis-mixed paints. They didn't have any.
We had stopped at the 'Clock Shop' in Jefferson City, and I got 5 new snow houses. I got one at the Jefferson City Goodwill, too, but it is white, and I'll have to paint it.
Lynn was having a terrible day today. She could hardly talk, and said she was laying on her bed trying to get dressed in spurts. I had told her yesterday to expect this.
It's awful when you have to suffer for having a good time with your family.
An old friend, Faune Gerber, from Smyrna, called me last night. Steve knew I would like to hear from her, so he came running across the back yard with the phone to the Hut. It was cold and raining, and he was in his sock feet, but he knows how I still love Faune. She had worked for the VA in Nashville many years ago, and helped us get our mortgage on this place when we bought it.
She hand carried the papers through the agency, and our realtor told us it was the fastest VA loan he's ever seen approved. We've never forgotten her kindness.
More about today in tomorrow's post.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
November 25, 2010 AM
It's Thanksgiving Day, and this year, my birthday and Thanksgiving are the same day.
I don't feel like a birthday girl.
Steve and I are still having trouble sleeping, and we neither feel rested. I awoke several times during the night with sweating around my neck, to the point that it was itching and burning.
Yesterday was pretty then overcast by turns.
We went to the Down Home for lunch, and Lu Lu (I call her Loopy) came over and hugged me and commented that I didn't seem like myself. I told her that I didn't feel well. Some lady was there and came to our table and talked with me for a short while. She knows Jaime, and her mother works at Smith Funeral Home here in Rutledge. I don't recall her name.
I worked in my hut quite a bit, re-arranging stuff to make room to work in the bedroom, which is where we plan to put the tanning bed. I insulated the over-head cabinets, and got them clean and ready to paint. I'm thinking of painting that room some 'color'. Everything else is soft pastels, but I think some bright color would be good in that room. I'll see what I have in the way of paint, then decide.
I leveled the camper a little more, so that the front door would work better.
Steve worked on the Christmas lights on the house. He said he would install the toilet in the bathroom in my hut today.
Bobby Curl came with a truck load of ear corn, and we unloaded it into a defunct hot tub for storage.
I was supposed to call Norma last night, but I forgot to.
It looks like it's going to be pretty today, but this week-end is supposed to turn really cold.
As usual, I'm not ready for it.
I don't feel like a birthday girl.
Steve and I are still having trouble sleeping, and we neither feel rested. I awoke several times during the night with sweating around my neck, to the point that it was itching and burning.
Yesterday was pretty then overcast by turns.
We went to the Down Home for lunch, and Lu Lu (I call her Loopy) came over and hugged me and commented that I didn't seem like myself. I told her that I didn't feel well. Some lady was there and came to our table and talked with me for a short while. She knows Jaime, and her mother works at Smith Funeral Home here in Rutledge. I don't recall her name.
I worked in my hut quite a bit, re-arranging stuff to make room to work in the bedroom, which is where we plan to put the tanning bed. I insulated the over-head cabinets, and got them clean and ready to paint. I'm thinking of painting that room some 'color'. Everything else is soft pastels, but I think some bright color would be good in that room. I'll see what I have in the way of paint, then decide.
I leveled the camper a little more, so that the front door would work better.
Steve worked on the Christmas lights on the house. He said he would install the toilet in the bathroom in my hut today.
Bobby Curl came with a truck load of ear corn, and we unloaded it into a defunct hot tub for storage.
I was supposed to call Norma last night, but I forgot to.
It looks like it's going to be pretty today, but this week-end is supposed to turn really cold.
As usual, I'm not ready for it.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Wednesday AM, November 24, 2010
Yesterday was a grey, rainey day almost all day. The sun came out briefly just before going down last evening.
I slept really late, until about 10:00, because I had taken Lyrica, again. I'm just useless with that medicine. Steve had a bad night, too, but he was up before I was.
I met Barbara at the Down Home for their Thanksgiving lunch. It was really good. They had deep-fried their turkey. The sweet potato caserole was fab.
I took a ceramic hat I had finished by the Family Dollar to show the ladies who work there. They had seen it when I bought it at a flea market, and they wanted to see it after I finished it. They all loved it.
I came home and changed into work clothes, which I call 'scrungies', and went out to work in my hut. Steve found an old chest of drawers out in the barn which had come from the old house at Shannon's church that I'm tearing down, and suggested that I use it for storage. It fits perfectly under the counter for the kitchen sink. I cleaned it up, let the drawers dry, and put white contact paper in the bottom of the drawers. It will make things look lighter.
I then started sorting things and putting them away, to make room to clean and insulate the bedroom area. It was piled up pretty badly with doll houses and material, so I had a lot to do. It took longer because I was sorting the people and animals that I use, and putting them into the drawers in the little chest Steve found for me.
I was just working along, and glanced out the window to find that it was dark outside. I had been working for a longer time than I expected. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess.
I got quite a bit of clearing out done, and I'm going to try to get the room completely cleaned today, so I can get it finished. Then, I'll have to move all the stuff out of the living room and kitchen area and start on them. Work Work Work!
I didn't want any supper, so I just ate a couple slices of bread, so my stomach wouldn't get upset when I took my night time meds. I took a really hot bath and got ready for bed. I painted a little on a peacock figurine I'm working on, and then went to bed. I did not sleep well, but Steve didn't either. I don't know what's keeping us up.
This morning, the rain's gone, and it's looking to be a beautiful day. They say cold weather is coming for this week-end. I dread that.
I slept really late, until about 10:00, because I had taken Lyrica, again. I'm just useless with that medicine. Steve had a bad night, too, but he was up before I was.
I met Barbara at the Down Home for their Thanksgiving lunch. It was really good. They had deep-fried their turkey. The sweet potato caserole was fab.
I took a ceramic hat I had finished by the Family Dollar to show the ladies who work there. They had seen it when I bought it at a flea market, and they wanted to see it after I finished it. They all loved it.
I came home and changed into work clothes, which I call 'scrungies', and went out to work in my hut. Steve found an old chest of drawers out in the barn which had come from the old house at Shannon's church that I'm tearing down, and suggested that I use it for storage. It fits perfectly under the counter for the kitchen sink. I cleaned it up, let the drawers dry, and put white contact paper in the bottom of the drawers. It will make things look lighter.
I then started sorting things and putting them away, to make room to clean and insulate the bedroom area. It was piled up pretty badly with doll houses and material, so I had a lot to do. It took longer because I was sorting the people and animals that I use, and putting them into the drawers in the little chest Steve found for me.
I was just working along, and glanced out the window to find that it was dark outside. I had been working for a longer time than I expected. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess.
I got quite a bit of clearing out done, and I'm going to try to get the room completely cleaned today, so I can get it finished. Then, I'll have to move all the stuff out of the living room and kitchen area and start on them. Work Work Work!
I didn't want any supper, so I just ate a couple slices of bread, so my stomach wouldn't get upset when I took my night time meds. I took a really hot bath and got ready for bed. I painted a little on a peacock figurine I'm working on, and then went to bed. I did not sleep well, but Steve didn't either. I don't know what's keeping us up.
This morning, the rain's gone, and it's looking to be a beautiful day. They say cold weather is coming for this week-end. I dread that.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, AM
I'm posting late this morning, as I had a terrible night and slept really late (for me) this morning.
I took Lyrica last night, and I have the notorious 'buzz' this morning.
I hate that drug, but it does help with the leg and foot jerking and kicking.
Fibromyalgia is the worst kind of disease. No one can see anything wrong with you, but you suffer so much. It's so hard to tell anyone how you hurt, because the pain is all over you, and there's inadequate words to explain all the ways you hurt.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. I did a lot of laundry. I had to take some off the line to put more on. There was some mild wind, so the clothes dried almost as fast as I put them out.
Steve and I had a difference yesterday morning, so I pouted all day. I had seen a refrigerator that I wanted for my Hut on Craig's list for $60.00, and when he got up (at 10:00) I asked him if we could go get it. He said no, and I don't like to be told no. I know I'm spoiled, but it's a good buy. The closest price for a new one like it is $179.00 at Home Depot, and it's metallic. I want a white one to reflect light, and the one on Craig's List is white.
I think spoiled people always see things the way they want them, and I'm no exception.
He worked in the yard and both garages, and he always gets frustrated and slings things every which way, and I hate to be around him when he's like that. He's so moody.
I was supposed to volunteer at the Goodwill, but I had so much to do here that I didn't. Angie Green, a local restaurant owner, was having her Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday, and I had seen her at the Family Dollar store a few days ago and told her I would try to come. I didn't want to stop my work and clean up, and Steve was in a bad mood, so we didn't go.
I painted my kitchen cabinets in the Hut. They're all nice and white now, with fresh paint. I had insulated the outside walls with some salvaged ceiling tiles, and they look nice now that they're painted.
Down Home is having their Thanksgiving Dinner today, and Barbara wants me to meet her there for lunch at 12:30. I don't know if I'll be alert enough to even care if I eat at that time. My stomach is grumbling now, but it's my morning meds disturbing the area. They always do that, and it seems like you could hear the noise all the way to the county line.
Bobby Curl called me yesterday morning to ask if I'd like him and his workers to pick up ears of corn from his field for me, and I told him I would.
They're supposed to come with it this morning, but the barrells at the barn are not empty, and Steve didn't want to get them ready yesterday. The rain may make Bobby think differently this morning. I hope he has a dry shed to pull the pick-up truck in to. I still have some of the corn he and Norma picked up for me last year. They're simple people, but I love them both like family. Bobby is such a good man, but alcohol makes him mean, and he just can't seem to quit trying to drink it. He has a terrible reputation in the community from years ago when he drank a lot.
His sister, Alene, told me once that I was good for him, as I let him vent his anger, and I make him try to be a better man. I hope I have some good effect. ...on someone.
Yesterday evening, about 5:00, I told Steve that I was supposed to take a pop-up camper to Shannon for her to use as a storage building. He didn't want to, so I told him I would take it myself. He didn't believe that I would, but when I pulled the truck around to the barn where it was parked, and started to hook it up, he decided that I meant what I had said.
He came down across the back yard and wanted to help then.
We got it hooked up, and then discovered a flat tire on the camper, so he got his air tank and filled it, then brought it to the barn and filled the tire. We were going to start toward Shannon's house, and he offered to drive. I said I could, and he looked at me like I didn't have good sense.
Well............
It wasn't hard at all. Those little things don't weigh too much, and there was surprisingly little 'sway' to it. We were a little low on gas, but I made it just fine. Shannon lives way up on a high hill, and I didn't know about going up her driveway, but I made it. I just gunned the excelerator and up we went.
Her yard is a jigsaw puzzle of flower beds and bushes, and it was getting dark fast, so it was a little tricky getting the camper where we wanted, but Steve was getting over his pout, and took the wheel of the truck, and, with me giving guidance, parked the camper where we could. I called Shannon on my cell phone (she was STILL at work) to tell her where it was and ask if that would be OK. She was thrilled that we had got it there in one piece, and told me it would be great to have it at all.
Those little wonders only take a little while to have them completely set up, and we were gone in about an hour. It was as dark as a stack of black cats, and we had to rob one of Shannon's solar lights that she used in a flower bed to see what we were doing at the last, but everything went fine, except that Steve had slammed the storm door on my left thumb while we were setting the door. It's sore this morning, but it will be OK.
Shannon had me a lovely thank you note this morning on my e-mail.
Betty Pike also had me an e-mail this morning. It was just a joke, but I love hearing from her.
She's my favorite Sister Worker in the whole world.
Steve and I stopped at that gambling store down at the county line last night to get a corn dog and some gas in the truck. It was swarming with drunks and rif-raf. You'd think it was a tavern.
....and Lehora Enfinger works there!
Only in the daytime, though.
We got home, and Steve told me he hoped I didn't work in my Hut too long. I told him I wouldn't, that I was going to change into clean clothes and go to the Family Dollar. I help them straighten their shelves, and they're so nice to me. We joke and cut up a lot. We were all 'nervous eating' last night, and Alyson and Chris, her boyfriend, were arguing over each other having pictures of other 'possibles' on their cell phones.
I tired to inject a little reason into the situation, but it didn't work too well. I think they just wanted to fight. Elaine, Chris's mother, just ignored them and worked all over the store to keep away from them. I think she's seen enough of this kind of behavior to let it pass.
Cell phones are so much trouble.
Elaine is moving to a much nicer house than her apartment is, owned by Donald Nance and his wife, Nita. They are such nice people, and I saw him at the Family Dollar last week, and told him I so much appreciated him.
I came home, after getting some fresh milk for Steve. He had called me on my cell phone (yes, the same kind that causes so much trouble), and he was in a funk because I had gone up there to have some time with my friends rather than stay home with him. He's not as much fun. I know he wouldn't agree with that assessment, but it's true. He spends all his evening time on the computer or asleep in front of the TV. That's not fun to me.
Barbara told me in a phone call that she had called, and he told her, "She's up at that damned Dollar Store with her friends".
We went to bed, and watched Elizabeth I on a DVD to try to bore me to death so I would go to sleep, but it didn't work. I was in too much pain. Thus the bad night.
Barbara just called and reminded me of Thanksgiving Dinner at the Down Home and asked if I am coming, so I'd better get started on hair and 'getting pretty'
The weather seems to be rainy with spots of sun.
Oh, the misery of rainy, dank days.
Saints preserve us!
I took Lyrica last night, and I have the notorious 'buzz' this morning.
I hate that drug, but it does help with the leg and foot jerking and kicking.
Fibromyalgia is the worst kind of disease. No one can see anything wrong with you, but you suffer so much. It's so hard to tell anyone how you hurt, because the pain is all over you, and there's inadequate words to explain all the ways you hurt.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. I did a lot of laundry. I had to take some off the line to put more on. There was some mild wind, so the clothes dried almost as fast as I put them out.
Steve and I had a difference yesterday morning, so I pouted all day. I had seen a refrigerator that I wanted for my Hut on Craig's list for $60.00, and when he got up (at 10:00) I asked him if we could go get it. He said no, and I don't like to be told no. I know I'm spoiled, but it's a good buy. The closest price for a new one like it is $179.00 at Home Depot, and it's metallic. I want a white one to reflect light, and the one on Craig's List is white.
I think spoiled people always see things the way they want them, and I'm no exception.
He worked in the yard and both garages, and he always gets frustrated and slings things every which way, and I hate to be around him when he's like that. He's so moody.
I was supposed to volunteer at the Goodwill, but I had so much to do here that I didn't. Angie Green, a local restaurant owner, was having her Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday, and I had seen her at the Family Dollar store a few days ago and told her I would try to come. I didn't want to stop my work and clean up, and Steve was in a bad mood, so we didn't go.
I painted my kitchen cabinets in the Hut. They're all nice and white now, with fresh paint. I had insulated the outside walls with some salvaged ceiling tiles, and they look nice now that they're painted.
Down Home is having their Thanksgiving Dinner today, and Barbara wants me to meet her there for lunch at 12:30. I don't know if I'll be alert enough to even care if I eat at that time. My stomach is grumbling now, but it's my morning meds disturbing the area. They always do that, and it seems like you could hear the noise all the way to the county line.
Bobby Curl called me yesterday morning to ask if I'd like him and his workers to pick up ears of corn from his field for me, and I told him I would.
They're supposed to come with it this morning, but the barrells at the barn are not empty, and Steve didn't want to get them ready yesterday. The rain may make Bobby think differently this morning. I hope he has a dry shed to pull the pick-up truck in to. I still have some of the corn he and Norma picked up for me last year. They're simple people, but I love them both like family. Bobby is such a good man, but alcohol makes him mean, and he just can't seem to quit trying to drink it. He has a terrible reputation in the community from years ago when he drank a lot.
His sister, Alene, told me once that I was good for him, as I let him vent his anger, and I make him try to be a better man. I hope I have some good effect. ...on someone.
Yesterday evening, about 5:00, I told Steve that I was supposed to take a pop-up camper to Shannon for her to use as a storage building. He didn't want to, so I told him I would take it myself. He didn't believe that I would, but when I pulled the truck around to the barn where it was parked, and started to hook it up, he decided that I meant what I had said.
He came down across the back yard and wanted to help then.
We got it hooked up, and then discovered a flat tire on the camper, so he got his air tank and filled it, then brought it to the barn and filled the tire. We were going to start toward Shannon's house, and he offered to drive. I said I could, and he looked at me like I didn't have good sense.
Well............
It wasn't hard at all. Those little things don't weigh too much, and there was surprisingly little 'sway' to it. We were a little low on gas, but I made it just fine. Shannon lives way up on a high hill, and I didn't know about going up her driveway, but I made it. I just gunned the excelerator and up we went.
Her yard is a jigsaw puzzle of flower beds and bushes, and it was getting dark fast, so it was a little tricky getting the camper where we wanted, but Steve was getting over his pout, and took the wheel of the truck, and, with me giving guidance, parked the camper where we could. I called Shannon on my cell phone (she was STILL at work) to tell her where it was and ask if that would be OK. She was thrilled that we had got it there in one piece, and told me it would be great to have it at all.
Those little wonders only take a little while to have them completely set up, and we were gone in about an hour. It was as dark as a stack of black cats, and we had to rob one of Shannon's solar lights that she used in a flower bed to see what we were doing at the last, but everything went fine, except that Steve had slammed the storm door on my left thumb while we were setting the door. It's sore this morning, but it will be OK.
Shannon had me a lovely thank you note this morning on my e-mail.
Betty Pike also had me an e-mail this morning. It was just a joke, but I love hearing from her.
She's my favorite Sister Worker in the whole world.
Steve and I stopped at that gambling store down at the county line last night to get a corn dog and some gas in the truck. It was swarming with drunks and rif-raf. You'd think it was a tavern.
....and Lehora Enfinger works there!
Only in the daytime, though.
We got home, and Steve told me he hoped I didn't work in my Hut too long. I told him I wouldn't, that I was going to change into clean clothes and go to the Family Dollar. I help them straighten their shelves, and they're so nice to me. We joke and cut up a lot. We were all 'nervous eating' last night, and Alyson and Chris, her boyfriend, were arguing over each other having pictures of other 'possibles' on their cell phones.
I tired to inject a little reason into the situation, but it didn't work too well. I think they just wanted to fight. Elaine, Chris's mother, just ignored them and worked all over the store to keep away from them. I think she's seen enough of this kind of behavior to let it pass.
Cell phones are so much trouble.
Elaine is moving to a much nicer house than her apartment is, owned by Donald Nance and his wife, Nita. They are such nice people, and I saw him at the Family Dollar last week, and told him I so much appreciated him.
I came home, after getting some fresh milk for Steve. He had called me on my cell phone (yes, the same kind that causes so much trouble), and he was in a funk because I had gone up there to have some time with my friends rather than stay home with him. He's not as much fun. I know he wouldn't agree with that assessment, but it's true. He spends all his evening time on the computer or asleep in front of the TV. That's not fun to me.
Barbara told me in a phone call that she had called, and he told her, "She's up at that damned Dollar Store with her friends".
We went to bed, and watched Elizabeth I on a DVD to try to bore me to death so I would go to sleep, but it didn't work. I was in too much pain. Thus the bad night.
Barbara just called and reminded me of Thanksgiving Dinner at the Down Home and asked if I am coming, so I'd better get started on hair and 'getting pretty'
The weather seems to be rainy with spots of sun.
Oh, the misery of rainy, dank days.
Saints preserve us!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday November 21
Well, I'm having trouble getting to sleep, so I'll write.
I might make more mistakes, though, and I'm sure Barbara will catch every one of them.
Steve and I went to Jefferson City this morning to eat lunch, and to check out a new flea market. I don't think I would want to put my booth there, as there's so little traffic.
We stopped at Colonel Chicken's for lunch.
We then went to Lowe's and I shopped for paint mis-mixes. They didn't have any I wanted.
We then drove up to Morristown, and Steve dropped me off at Goodwill, and he want to Lowe's.
I didn't buy much. He bought almost nothing.
We then went to Home Depot, where he got the parts to repair my closet rod, which had broken under the load of my clothing.
We came home, and I got some light bulbs for Elaine at the RutledgeFamily Dollar and took them up there for her. She wasn't there, so I left them with Joan. While I was there, Donald Nance came in, and I thanked him for renting Elaine a nice house for such a reasonable sum.
Then, I started helping Joan put things where they belonged and fronting the shelves.
A little while later, Elaine came in, herself. She thanked me and hugged me for giving her the bulbs. I have a microwave oven for her, too. She's needing a washer and dryer.
She looked awfully tired.
We visited for a while, then I came home. Steve was asleep on the sofa. I warmed some of Barbara's left-overs from yesterday, and had a good supper.
I then put away some clothes that Steve had washed, and hung some on racks to dry.
I got a bath and washed my hair, then started getting ready for bed. I just can't 'turn off' and get to sleep. I don't need to start painting, though. I make too many mistakes when I've taken meds before painting, and I took Lyrica, which really pulls the shades down.
I hope I'm not in a fog all day tomorrow, but I usually am after taking Lyrica.
I hope I get more done around here tomorrow.
I might make more mistakes, though, and I'm sure Barbara will catch every one of them.
Steve and I went to Jefferson City this morning to eat lunch, and to check out a new flea market. I don't think I would want to put my booth there, as there's so little traffic.
We stopped at Colonel Chicken's for lunch.
We then went to Lowe's and I shopped for paint mis-mixes. They didn't have any I wanted.
We then drove up to Morristown, and Steve dropped me off at Goodwill, and he want to Lowe's.
I didn't buy much. He bought almost nothing.
We then went to Home Depot, where he got the parts to repair my closet rod, which had broken under the load of my clothing.
We came home, and I got some light bulbs for Elaine at the RutledgeFamily Dollar and took them up there for her. She wasn't there, so I left them with Joan. While I was there, Donald Nance came in, and I thanked him for renting Elaine a nice house for such a reasonable sum.
Then, I started helping Joan put things where they belonged and fronting the shelves.
A little while later, Elaine came in, herself. She thanked me and hugged me for giving her the bulbs. I have a microwave oven for her, too. She's needing a washer and dryer.
She looked awfully tired.
We visited for a while, then I came home. Steve was asleep on the sofa. I warmed some of Barbara's left-overs from yesterday, and had a good supper.
I then put away some clothes that Steve had washed, and hung some on racks to dry.
I got a bath and washed my hair, then started getting ready for bed. I just can't 'turn off' and get to sleep. I don't need to start painting, though. I make too many mistakes when I've taken meds before painting, and I took Lyrica, which really pulls the shades down.
I hope I'm not in a fog all day tomorrow, but I usually am after taking Lyrica.
I hope I get more done around here tomorrow.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday AM
It seems like I'm posting the morning after a day. I rarely get on-line in the evenings, because I'm tired and trying to get things ready so I can get to bed.
Yesterday morning, I tried to get ready for Steve to come home. I always try to get things 'cleaned up', so we can spend our time together. He likes to come home to a neat yard (that will never happen) and a clean house.
Barbara helped a lot by cooking us dinner. She has this wonderful recipe for ham and chicken which she cooks in her crock pot. We often exchange favors, and she volunteered (with a little suggestion) to cook it for us for supper. She also threw in a large dish of home-made cranberry relish (which was delicious), and rice. It sure was good to have something so good to eat last night, when we were both tired and hungry.
When I went to pick it up, I dropped off some pencil-doll santas I had bought for her. She loves those things, and I always keep a watch at yard sales for them.
After her burn-out, I don't know how many of hers will be restorable, so I'm trying to get her another collection going.
I worked yesterday morning on the house a little, then got outside, where there's always plenty to do. I painted the drawers for the kitchen cabinets in my 'hut'. The poor old things were in pretty bad condition, but salvageable, so I had re-glued and tightened them up, and given them two coats of some brown paint that I was not planning to use for anything else, and it took them a long way towards usefulness again. I want them white, so I gave them their first coat of white paint yesterday. It will take two coats, and perhaps three to get them nice and white, but they will be nicer for me. I got some pretty contact paper at the Family Dollar in Rutledge to put in the inside bottom.
I then 'touched up' the trim in the bathroom, which I had left until my hands were steady (well...at least not so shaky).
I had promised Renae at the Goodwill that I would bring her some Christmas tree stands, so I run them up to her, when I picked up lunch from Barbara's apartment. I stopped (quickly) by the Family Dollar to see if they had my brand of tea, but they didn't. Joan had saved me some styrofoam sheets, which were welcome. I used them to glue to the ceiling of the cabinets for insulation. They were just about the right size, with very little trimming to do.
I got the kitchen cabinets insulated last night. There's so little insualtion in campers, and they're full of holes, but I don't want this one to be.
I'm saving my ceiling tiles for the back walls of the closets, where I will need large pieces that will cover the walls quickly. It will also keep things quiet.
Steve got home about 4:00.
Duane Greenlee was up in the woods, with his daughter, hunting for a buck with a big rack. He's such a nice man, and his daughter, who I don't know very well, is a very pretty girl, but all the Greenlee grandchildren are so pretty. He had a REALLY nice gun.
Ronnie was up in the woods, too. He got his first unemployement check yesterday in the mail, and he said he wanted to spend some time alone in the woods and thank God for his good fortune. He had prayed for this, and he wanted to be grateful. Such a good attitude.
I gave him the green tile that I had planned to use in the camper. I think he and Amy plan to use it in their rear entrance, which doubles as a mud room. Amy has such great decorating ability, using minimal materials and furnishings. I wish I could let go of 'stuff' easier.
I have WAY too much.
Steve and I are discussing getting a booth at an antique mall, where I can sell my finds.
He tried to repair the Christmas lights on the driveway last night, which had been left up all summer. He said that two strings were out, and I have no idea what it will take to correct that.
That is his Christmas project every year. Everyone in Rutledge comments on how pretty they look, and it pleases him that they notice and say so.
We were both really tired and sleepy last night, so we made an early night of it.
I still need to un-load the white truck from all my finds of Friday at the Habitat store and the Goodwill.
Steve had come home with a truck full of groceries, but we un-loaded them last night.
My pantry is FULL! Thank God.
Steve is still in bed, and it's nice to have time to sit and listen to Holiness Music and write about yesterday's events. I'm running the dishwasher, and it makes just a little hum in the kitchen.
Bootsie is telling me it's time to feed the cats. He jumps up in the windows.
Yesterday morning, I tried to get ready for Steve to come home. I always try to get things 'cleaned up', so we can spend our time together. He likes to come home to a neat yard (that will never happen) and a clean house.
Barbara helped a lot by cooking us dinner. She has this wonderful recipe for ham and chicken which she cooks in her crock pot. We often exchange favors, and she volunteered (with a little suggestion) to cook it for us for supper. She also threw in a large dish of home-made cranberry relish (which was delicious), and rice. It sure was good to have something so good to eat last night, when we were both tired and hungry.
When I went to pick it up, I dropped off some pencil-doll santas I had bought for her. She loves those things, and I always keep a watch at yard sales for them.
After her burn-out, I don't know how many of hers will be restorable, so I'm trying to get her another collection going.
I worked yesterday morning on the house a little, then got outside, where there's always plenty to do. I painted the drawers for the kitchen cabinets in my 'hut'. The poor old things were in pretty bad condition, but salvageable, so I had re-glued and tightened them up, and given them two coats of some brown paint that I was not planning to use for anything else, and it took them a long way towards usefulness again. I want them white, so I gave them their first coat of white paint yesterday. It will take two coats, and perhaps three to get them nice and white, but they will be nicer for me. I got some pretty contact paper at the Family Dollar in Rutledge to put in the inside bottom.
I then 'touched up' the trim in the bathroom, which I had left until my hands were steady (well...at least not so shaky).
I had promised Renae at the Goodwill that I would bring her some Christmas tree stands, so I run them up to her, when I picked up lunch from Barbara's apartment. I stopped (quickly) by the Family Dollar to see if they had my brand of tea, but they didn't. Joan had saved me some styrofoam sheets, which were welcome. I used them to glue to the ceiling of the cabinets for insulation. They were just about the right size, with very little trimming to do.
I got the kitchen cabinets insulated last night. There's so little insualtion in campers, and they're full of holes, but I don't want this one to be.
I'm saving my ceiling tiles for the back walls of the closets, where I will need large pieces that will cover the walls quickly. It will also keep things quiet.
Steve got home about 4:00.
Duane Greenlee was up in the woods, with his daughter, hunting for a buck with a big rack. He's such a nice man, and his daughter, who I don't know very well, is a very pretty girl, but all the Greenlee grandchildren are so pretty. He had a REALLY nice gun.
Ronnie was up in the woods, too. He got his first unemployement check yesterday in the mail, and he said he wanted to spend some time alone in the woods and thank God for his good fortune. He had prayed for this, and he wanted to be grateful. Such a good attitude.
I gave him the green tile that I had planned to use in the camper. I think he and Amy plan to use it in their rear entrance, which doubles as a mud room. Amy has such great decorating ability, using minimal materials and furnishings. I wish I could let go of 'stuff' easier.
I have WAY too much.
Steve and I are discussing getting a booth at an antique mall, where I can sell my finds.
He tried to repair the Christmas lights on the driveway last night, which had been left up all summer. He said that two strings were out, and I have no idea what it will take to correct that.
That is his Christmas project every year. Everyone in Rutledge comments on how pretty they look, and it pleases him that they notice and say so.
We were both really tired and sleepy last night, so we made an early night of it.
I still need to un-load the white truck from all my finds of Friday at the Habitat store and the Goodwill.
Steve had come home with a truck full of groceries, but we un-loaded them last night.
My pantry is FULL! Thank God.
Steve is still in bed, and it's nice to have time to sit and listen to Holiness Music and write about yesterday's events. I'm running the dishwasher, and it makes just a little hum in the kitchen.
Bootsie is telling me it's time to feed the cats. He jumps up in the windows.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Saturday AM
I didn't post last night, as I was very tired, and, as Barbara says, 'the shade came down'. She refers to when my night-time meds kick in, and she says."It's like someone pulls a shade down". I just go to sleep quickly.
I had ample reason to be tired.
Yesterday morning started out slowly, but the day really picked up quickly.
I still had not done my hair when I heard the tractor, which was Ronnie, taking a bale of hay to the cattle. They're really going down on it this fall.
He's found me some from Toby Cameron for a good price, but I have to load and haul it, and getting that done is a headache. It's $12.00 a bale, if I remember correctly.
I went yesterday morning to Dandridge to meet a man who had some ceiling tile I wanted. It's really pretty, and I hope to use it in my 'Hobby Hut'. It's good insulation, as well as being nice in appearance.
He was late, so I had to wait a while.
I then came back down Hwy. 92 to a new flea market that's opened. A fellow was there who rents from Adrian Kamer, and is a 'Witness'. He's a pretty nice fellow, and his wife, who has been really sick for quite a while, is a doll of a lady.
I talked with him and the manager, and I think I might like to rent a booth there to sell some of all this stuff I have that I don't use and I'm tired of storing.
I then came down towards Jefferson City to the new location of A Hand Up, which is a re-sale store run by Habitat for Humanity. They have all kinds of stuff for sale. I bought a really pretty stained glass lamp, some caulk, and a variety of small items. They have pretty good prices, and you never know what you're likely to find there.
I was feeling guilty about being gone so long on my own errands, when Renae had asked me to be at the Rutledge Goodwill to help with my volunteer work there, so I stopped at Colonial Sanders and got a bucket of chicken to take along as a 'bribe' for the ladies. Renae and Shane had just came from the Down Home, so they didn't want any chicken, but Tina and Carselle sure liked it. It was all eaten, for sure.
The store was a mess. Renae was holding a half-price sale, and it was packed. I think people are buying more Christmas presents than every-day items now. Clothes were on the floor, the bathroom was a mess, items would be broken and had to be cleaned up, and Renae was busy sorting in the sorting room. I helped Carselle pick up clothes and return them to their hangers, and then Renae asked me to help her in the sorting room. It's always a mess, mostly because it's so small and there's no place to store things that are out of season. She found several places where there were mouse nests. Tina was there to volunteer, but she's not much help. She moves so slowly. Kelly often took bunches of beads and Christmas lights up to the cash register to untangle them while she worked the register. A lot of things were broken, but the Goodwill far surpassed their set goal of income for the day.
Renae gave me some new RV mattress pads. It's illegal to sell used beds, and she sticks closely to that policy. She was going to throw them in the trash, but gave them to me, instead. I was glad to have them. Tina found some canned foods in one of the donation boxes, and she took it with her. We can't sell food or any liquid. At closing time, I gave Tina (Cherokee) a ride home, and waited until she was inside. They live down behind the school on Bryan Rd., and border the creek.
I then went to the Family Dollar. The ladies there are so nice. Elaine is moving this week-end, and her children and Steven, a young man who works at the store, were moving her things, with Joan, the manager, helping with her truck. It's good to see friends coming in to help.
Wilma, a local lady, was there, and we always have good talks. We really cut up.
I stayed until closing, helping 'front the product', clean the floors, and clean the glass in the front doors. The employees are not allowed to clean, except for dust-moping the floors. I just tell them that Family Dollar can't fire a volunteer, and clean away. I like for the ladies (and Steven, too) to have a clean place to work.
I had taken a very small Oriental lamp for Elaine's daughter, who is doing her new bedroom in an Oriental motif. She thought it was cute.
I got home, and it was as dark as a stack of black cats, though the moon was full. I didn't even unload the truck. I was purely whipped. I ran a bath right away, and sat in the bath while me and Steve talked on the phone. He was having real stomach problems, and I felt so helpless, being so far away that I couldn't help him..
He's coming home today, and I have so much I'd like to get done before he gets here. He likes the house and yard to be pretty and clean. I've got a lot of 'piles' around from tearing down the little house beside Shannon's church, and I need to get them picked up and stored in the barn loft.
I feel so frustrated that I'm getting so little done on my hut. When I started painting in the livingroom, the old, cheap paint that had been sprayed on the walls 'lifted', and I'm going to have to hand sand all the walls to remove the loose paint that is there before I can paint in my new color, which is a warm, creamy-looking beige.
I forgot to mention that I got a big box of tile (peel and stick) for the hut at the flea market on 92. It's exactly like the tile that had been on the floors when we bought the camper. I got the whole box for $3.00. I think I might wind up mixing and matching tile, just to get by cheaper and to finally get the job done. I hope Steve will set the toilet for me while he's home.
He's shopping at all the Lowe's stores along the way for some special Christmas lights he likes. I'd sure like for him to show some 'spirit' this year.
I've got to get off here and start my very busy day.
I had ample reason to be tired.
Yesterday morning started out slowly, but the day really picked up quickly.
I still had not done my hair when I heard the tractor, which was Ronnie, taking a bale of hay to the cattle. They're really going down on it this fall.
He's found me some from Toby Cameron for a good price, but I have to load and haul it, and getting that done is a headache. It's $12.00 a bale, if I remember correctly.
I went yesterday morning to Dandridge to meet a man who had some ceiling tile I wanted. It's really pretty, and I hope to use it in my 'Hobby Hut'. It's good insulation, as well as being nice in appearance.
He was late, so I had to wait a while.
I then came back down Hwy. 92 to a new flea market that's opened. A fellow was there who rents from Adrian Kamer, and is a 'Witness'. He's a pretty nice fellow, and his wife, who has been really sick for quite a while, is a doll of a lady.
I talked with him and the manager, and I think I might like to rent a booth there to sell some of all this stuff I have that I don't use and I'm tired of storing.
I then came down towards Jefferson City to the new location of A Hand Up, which is a re-sale store run by Habitat for Humanity. They have all kinds of stuff for sale. I bought a really pretty stained glass lamp, some caulk, and a variety of small items. They have pretty good prices, and you never know what you're likely to find there.
I was feeling guilty about being gone so long on my own errands, when Renae had asked me to be at the Rutledge Goodwill to help with my volunteer work there, so I stopped at Colonial Sanders and got a bucket of chicken to take along as a 'bribe' for the ladies. Renae and Shane had just came from the Down Home, so they didn't want any chicken, but Tina and Carselle sure liked it. It was all eaten, for sure.
The store was a mess. Renae was holding a half-price sale, and it was packed. I think people are buying more Christmas presents than every-day items now. Clothes were on the floor, the bathroom was a mess, items would be broken and had to be cleaned up, and Renae was busy sorting in the sorting room. I helped Carselle pick up clothes and return them to their hangers, and then Renae asked me to help her in the sorting room. It's always a mess, mostly because it's so small and there's no place to store things that are out of season. She found several places where there were mouse nests. Tina was there to volunteer, but she's not much help. She moves so slowly. Kelly often took bunches of beads and Christmas lights up to the cash register to untangle them while she worked the register. A lot of things were broken, but the Goodwill far surpassed their set goal of income for the day.
Renae gave me some new RV mattress pads. It's illegal to sell used beds, and she sticks closely to that policy. She was going to throw them in the trash, but gave them to me, instead. I was glad to have them. Tina found some canned foods in one of the donation boxes, and she took it with her. We can't sell food or any liquid. At closing time, I gave Tina (Cherokee) a ride home, and waited until she was inside. They live down behind the school on Bryan Rd., and border the creek.
I then went to the Family Dollar. The ladies there are so nice. Elaine is moving this week-end, and her children and Steven, a young man who works at the store, were moving her things, with Joan, the manager, helping with her truck. It's good to see friends coming in to help.
Wilma, a local lady, was there, and we always have good talks. We really cut up.
I stayed until closing, helping 'front the product', clean the floors, and clean the glass in the front doors. The employees are not allowed to clean, except for dust-moping the floors. I just tell them that Family Dollar can't fire a volunteer, and clean away. I like for the ladies (and Steven, too) to have a clean place to work.
I had taken a very small Oriental lamp for Elaine's daughter, who is doing her new bedroom in an Oriental motif. She thought it was cute.
I got home, and it was as dark as a stack of black cats, though the moon was full. I didn't even unload the truck. I was purely whipped. I ran a bath right away, and sat in the bath while me and Steve talked on the phone. He was having real stomach problems, and I felt so helpless, being so far away that I couldn't help him..
He's coming home today, and I have so much I'd like to get done before he gets here. He likes the house and yard to be pretty and clean. I've got a lot of 'piles' around from tearing down the little house beside Shannon's church, and I need to get them picked up and stored in the barn loft.
I feel so frustrated that I'm getting so little done on my hut. When I started painting in the livingroom, the old, cheap paint that had been sprayed on the walls 'lifted', and I'm going to have to hand sand all the walls to remove the loose paint that is there before I can paint in my new color, which is a warm, creamy-looking beige.
I forgot to mention that I got a big box of tile (peel and stick) for the hut at the flea market on 92. It's exactly like the tile that had been on the floors when we bought the camper. I got the whole box for $3.00. I think I might wind up mixing and matching tile, just to get by cheaper and to finally get the job done. I hope Steve will set the toilet for me while he's home.
He's shopping at all the Lowe's stores along the way for some special Christmas lights he likes. I'd sure like for him to show some 'spirit' this year.
I've got to get off here and start my very busy day.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday AM
The weather was really nice yesterday. I worked (with Ronnie) on the roof of Steve's garage in the morning, between hanging laundry out to dry and taking care of the birds.
I then went (at 2:00) to get some lunch at the Down Home. I wanted chicken livers, but they didn't have any, so I had the meat loaf, prepared by Penny herself, and it was DELICIOUS!
I then went to the Goodwill. Renae wanted me to help her sort goods in the sorting room, so I did, and we had a pleasant visit while we worked, and we really WORKED!
She emptied many boxes, which I took to the ally to be broken down for re-cycling.
She's still worried about getting a house, but can't seem to find one.
When Renae left, I did, too. I then went down to the Family Dollar, even though I had run out of cash. I like to cut up with the girls, and I always help them stock shelves and hang things back on the racks that careless shoppers have knocked down. I also removed one of the floor mats in front of the front door, and cleaned the floor. It looks much better, but I could have done a much better job with cleanser and a scotch-rite pad. Family Dollar doesn't provide them with any cleaning supplies. I can't believe that.
There were hardly any customers, because of it being Wednesday night.
There were a lot of police cruisers in front of Jarnagin Ford, and they were putting a silver truck on a roll-back to haul it away. I called Barbara, but she didn't know anything about it, and couldn't get any useful information from the Sheriff's Department when she called them.
It's hard telling what's happening now.
I came home, but was too tired to unload much from the truck.
I had taken a down comforter to the laundry mat to wash while I had lunch, and I'll put it on the clothesline today to dry.
Mary Douglas is coming. She's having a real problem with hoarsness, and her doctor has told her to not talk. She does, anyway.
I saw Karen McNish at the Goodwill yesterday, and talked with her briefly. She's working for Chris Maness at Douglas Cherokee now. She took quite a cut in pay from her job at the road commissioner's office. She told me she had heard that the Bird's had burned their trailer for the insurance money, too.
Carsele is supposed to send me something in an e-mail, so I can get her address, but she still hasn't. She's such a sweet lady. She's also supposed to get her son's address in Iraq for me, so I can send him packages and such, but she hasn't done that, either. I'm going to have to get after her.
I'm writing this about yesterday because I was so tired last night. I was about to go to sleep while I was on the phone with Steve. I've got Ambien again, and it's so nice to get some rest at night.
I'm just taking a half tablet--to stretch them. I don't ever want to run out again.
I'm listening to Holinessmusiconline, and it's so lovely and comforting.
Betty Pike sends me updates and little jokes all the time on-line, and it's so nice to know that she still loves me. Talk about faith.......
Lynn is having a terrible time with frustration and depression, so I try to e-mail her every day..some little quip or joke. Sometimes a rambling monolouge of silly, blond humor. I hope it helps her moods.
It's hard to suffer like we do and remain graceful and pleasant. I found out that Elaine, one of the clerks at Family Dollar, has Fibro, too. I told her that she's in for a life-time of misery. She has two tenn daughters and a hulking, big son of 22. She alone supports them all.
She's found a house owned by Donald Nance that she's renting, and the rent is $100.00 less than what's she's been paying. There's a place for a wood stove, and I've told her she can send Chris (son) to our farm to cut all the firewood they can use, which would save considerably on their heat bill.
Thank God for Donald Nance.
I must get off this computer and get things out of the way so Mary can clean. I always enjoy our time together. She's such a good woman.
I then went (at 2:00) to get some lunch at the Down Home. I wanted chicken livers, but they didn't have any, so I had the meat loaf, prepared by Penny herself, and it was DELICIOUS!
I then went to the Goodwill. Renae wanted me to help her sort goods in the sorting room, so I did, and we had a pleasant visit while we worked, and we really WORKED!
She emptied many boxes, which I took to the ally to be broken down for re-cycling.
She's still worried about getting a house, but can't seem to find one.
When Renae left, I did, too. I then went down to the Family Dollar, even though I had run out of cash. I like to cut up with the girls, and I always help them stock shelves and hang things back on the racks that careless shoppers have knocked down. I also removed one of the floor mats in front of the front door, and cleaned the floor. It looks much better, but I could have done a much better job with cleanser and a scotch-rite pad. Family Dollar doesn't provide them with any cleaning supplies. I can't believe that.
There were hardly any customers, because of it being Wednesday night.
There were a lot of police cruisers in front of Jarnagin Ford, and they were putting a silver truck on a roll-back to haul it away. I called Barbara, but she didn't know anything about it, and couldn't get any useful information from the Sheriff's Department when she called them.
It's hard telling what's happening now.
I came home, but was too tired to unload much from the truck.
I had taken a down comforter to the laundry mat to wash while I had lunch, and I'll put it on the clothesline today to dry.
Mary Douglas is coming. She's having a real problem with hoarsness, and her doctor has told her to not talk. She does, anyway.
I saw Karen McNish at the Goodwill yesterday, and talked with her briefly. She's working for Chris Maness at Douglas Cherokee now. She took quite a cut in pay from her job at the road commissioner's office. She told me she had heard that the Bird's had burned their trailer for the insurance money, too.
Carsele is supposed to send me something in an e-mail, so I can get her address, but she still hasn't. She's such a sweet lady. She's also supposed to get her son's address in Iraq for me, so I can send him packages and such, but she hasn't done that, either. I'm going to have to get after her.
I'm writing this about yesterday because I was so tired last night. I was about to go to sleep while I was on the phone with Steve. I've got Ambien again, and it's so nice to get some rest at night.
I'm just taking a half tablet--to stretch them. I don't ever want to run out again.
I'm listening to Holinessmusiconline, and it's so lovely and comforting.
Betty Pike sends me updates and little jokes all the time on-line, and it's so nice to know that she still loves me. Talk about faith.......
Lynn is having a terrible time with frustration and depression, so I try to e-mail her every day..some little quip or joke. Sometimes a rambling monolouge of silly, blond humor. I hope it helps her moods.
It's hard to suffer like we do and remain graceful and pleasant. I found out that Elaine, one of the clerks at Family Dollar, has Fibro, too. I told her that she's in for a life-time of misery. She has two tenn daughters and a hulking, big son of 22. She alone supports them all.
She's found a house owned by Donald Nance that she's renting, and the rent is $100.00 less than what's she's been paying. There's a place for a wood stove, and I've told her she can send Chris (son) to our farm to cut all the firewood they can use, which would save considerably on their heat bill.
Thank God for Donald Nance.
I must get off this computer and get things out of the way so Mary can clean. I always enjoy our time together. She's such a good woman.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tuesday PM
It's been a busy day. I FINALLY got down to Oakie's Pharmacy and got some Ambien, so I hope to sleep well tonight.
I'm so tired, I think I'll write in the morning.
I'm so tired, I think I'll write in the morning.
Catchup
I haven't posted in several days, because the web site was messed up, and they wanted a password, which I didn't have. Steve set up this log, so I don't even try to remember things like that. He just called to give it to me, so now I'm catching up.
Sunday was a horrid, bleak day. I stayed home, because I didn't have a driver's license.
I did little all day.
I couldn't sleep Sunday night, as I'm out of Ambien.
I tossed and turned all night, and crawled all over the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. There wasn't one. I was not one of those fortunate people who slept on air.
Monday was not pleasant, as it rained all day. We needed the rain, but I didn't need a dreary day.
My mood was NOT good, but we muddle through, don't we?
When Ronnie called to ask about work, I asked him if Amy might be available to take me to Dandridge to get a new driver's licence. I almost never get stopped by the police, but I figured, with my luck, it would happed on that very day.
We left here in the white truck, and stopped over on 92 and Heim Road to empty some bags of garbage at the dumpsters.
Then, while going through Jefferson City, Amy got stopped by the police. I couldn't believe it!
She was a wreck when he took her license and went back to his cruiser. He was goint to write her a ticket for '2 rolling stops'.
When he came back to the truck, I talked to him a few minutes, telling him that it was my vehicle, and that I would be personally very grateful if he would give her a break, because she was doing a favor for a neighbor, and was having a hard time financially (both true), so he made the ticket a warning. She couldn't believe I did it.
We then went on to Dandridge and got my new license. I don't know who that old, wrinkled lady was who got in front of the camera, but they would only make one photo attempt, and we went with that one.
We stopped at a jewelry store to get some batteries put in some watches I had with me, and we had to leave them. So, we went to the Goodwill for a while.
We then returned to the jewelry store, just to be told that the jeweler had let one of the watches 'explode' it's parts all over the place, so we'd just have to come back another day to get that watch. Oh, well.
We then stopped at Perkins to have some lunch. Afterwards, we came back to Jefferson City and stopped at the Goodwill there. I didn't buy much there, but did get a lovely white down comforter.
Then back to Rutledge. Ronnie was nowhere to be found, so I gave Amy a ride home, then came back home, myself.
I was changing clothes to get ready to go outside to work, when Barbara called to ask me if she could get me to give her a ride to the election commission. I told her OK, as I needed to get a new voter's registration card. I took her a bag of things I had bought for her. We drove to the election commission, and I got my new voter's card..
I then went down to the Rutledge Goodwill. They were all glad to see me, except for Angie, who walked right past me without saying a word.
Barbara (a volunteer at Goodwill) asked me to join her for supper at the Down Home, so I did. It was her birthday.
I then came home, tired as a whooped puppy.
I didn't even unload all my booty out of the truck, just a few things. It was still raining.
I took a bath, and took night time meds.
They upset my stomach. I didn't sleep hardly any last night, so this morning I just got up at 4:00, and started painting in the livingroom on some craft projects.
It's still pretty overcast, but clearing some. The ground is wet...really wet, but I'm going to have to do some outdoor work soon.
I need to go to the Family Dollar for some provisions.
I'll write tonight.
Sunday was a horrid, bleak day. I stayed home, because I didn't have a driver's license.
I did little all day.
I couldn't sleep Sunday night, as I'm out of Ambien.
I tossed and turned all night, and crawled all over the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. There wasn't one. I was not one of those fortunate people who slept on air.
Monday was not pleasant, as it rained all day. We needed the rain, but I didn't need a dreary day.
My mood was NOT good, but we muddle through, don't we?
When Ronnie called to ask about work, I asked him if Amy might be available to take me to Dandridge to get a new driver's licence. I almost never get stopped by the police, but I figured, with my luck, it would happed on that very day.
We left here in the white truck, and stopped over on 92 and Heim Road to empty some bags of garbage at the dumpsters.
Then, while going through Jefferson City, Amy got stopped by the police. I couldn't believe it!
She was a wreck when he took her license and went back to his cruiser. He was goint to write her a ticket for '2 rolling stops'.
When he came back to the truck, I talked to him a few minutes, telling him that it was my vehicle, and that I would be personally very grateful if he would give her a break, because she was doing a favor for a neighbor, and was having a hard time financially (both true), so he made the ticket a warning. She couldn't believe I did it.
We then went on to Dandridge and got my new license. I don't know who that old, wrinkled lady was who got in front of the camera, but they would only make one photo attempt, and we went with that one.
We stopped at a jewelry store to get some batteries put in some watches I had with me, and we had to leave them. So, we went to the Goodwill for a while.
We then returned to the jewelry store, just to be told that the jeweler had let one of the watches 'explode' it's parts all over the place, so we'd just have to come back another day to get that watch. Oh, well.
We then stopped at Perkins to have some lunch. Afterwards, we came back to Jefferson City and stopped at the Goodwill there. I didn't buy much there, but did get a lovely white down comforter.
Then back to Rutledge. Ronnie was nowhere to be found, so I gave Amy a ride home, then came back home, myself.
I was changing clothes to get ready to go outside to work, when Barbara called to ask me if she could get me to give her a ride to the election commission. I told her OK, as I needed to get a new voter's registration card. I took her a bag of things I had bought for her. We drove to the election commission, and I got my new voter's card..
I then went down to the Rutledge Goodwill. They were all glad to see me, except for Angie, who walked right past me without saying a word.
Barbara (a volunteer at Goodwill) asked me to join her for supper at the Down Home, so I did. It was her birthday.
I then came home, tired as a whooped puppy.
I didn't even unload all my booty out of the truck, just a few things. It was still raining.
I took a bath, and took night time meds.
They upset my stomach. I didn't sleep hardly any last night, so this morning I just got up at 4:00, and started painting in the livingroom on some craft projects.
It's still pretty overcast, but clearing some. The ground is wet...really wet, but I'm going to have to do some outdoor work soon.
I need to go to the Family Dollar for some provisions.
I'll write tonight.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday PM
It was a very adventursome day.
Shannon and I were going to the flea market in Tazewell, and to get her furniture which she had ordered from a man who sells furniture on the roadside up on Clinch Mountain.
I saw her online and suggested that she come earlier than her estimated time of 10:00ish.
She came at 9:00.
We got there, and it was packed. There were not even parking spaces. I drove around a few times and then suggested we just blow off the flea market and go to one that's got going down the road.
We bought some small purchases.
Then we went to another indoor flea market down in New Tazewell. I bought a lot of things there, but the cigarette smoke and the dampness got to Shannon, so she mostly sat in the truck.
We then went to another roadside one-man flea market, but didn't buy much there.
Then we finally got to the men with the furniture, and her cedar rocker glider is gorgeous.
She's totally delighted with it.
She also bought two small storage chests.
We then came back down to Bean Station and ate lunch at that Mexican restaurant there. It's so good, and it's really clean.
We started back to Rutledge, but stopped at a few yard sales along the road.
We went right through Rutledge to take Shannon's furniture home, as it was already loaded in the truck.
On the way, we stopped at a flea market in Blaine in the old car wash.
While we were there, someone stole my billfold, and got my driver's license, which was in it.
I didn't know that they had got it, and we went on to Shannon's house and put her furniture on her porch for her.
On the way back up 11W, we saw Don, the owner of the flea market, at a car on 11W, and blew the horn at him.
When we got back to my house, I got a phone call asking me if I had been at a flea market today (duh)!
It was Gary Hern, telling me that they had got my billfold, but everything was gone from it but the driver's license.
I thought that all my credit cards wer in it, so I called Steve to tell him to cancel them.
I later found all the credit cards in my checkbook, which was not taken.
I'll get my driver's license and billfold from Don tomorrow, I guess.
Shannon did my hair for me, then we sat and talk a while, then she went home.
I'm really tired, and hope I sleep well.
My back hurts.
Shannon and I were going to the flea market in Tazewell, and to get her furniture which she had ordered from a man who sells furniture on the roadside up on Clinch Mountain.
I saw her online and suggested that she come earlier than her estimated time of 10:00ish.
She came at 9:00.
We got there, and it was packed. There were not even parking spaces. I drove around a few times and then suggested we just blow off the flea market and go to one that's got going down the road.
We bought some small purchases.
Then we went to another indoor flea market down in New Tazewell. I bought a lot of things there, but the cigarette smoke and the dampness got to Shannon, so she mostly sat in the truck.
We then went to another roadside one-man flea market, but didn't buy much there.
Then we finally got to the men with the furniture, and her cedar rocker glider is gorgeous.
She's totally delighted with it.
She also bought two small storage chests.
We then came back down to Bean Station and ate lunch at that Mexican restaurant there. It's so good, and it's really clean.
We started back to Rutledge, but stopped at a few yard sales along the road.
We went right through Rutledge to take Shannon's furniture home, as it was already loaded in the truck.
On the way, we stopped at a flea market in Blaine in the old car wash.
While we were there, someone stole my billfold, and got my driver's license, which was in it.
I didn't know that they had got it, and we went on to Shannon's house and put her furniture on her porch for her.
On the way back up 11W, we saw Don, the owner of the flea market, at a car on 11W, and blew the horn at him.
When we got back to my house, I got a phone call asking me if I had been at a flea market today (duh)!
It was Gary Hern, telling me that they had got my billfold, but everything was gone from it but the driver's license.
I thought that all my credit cards wer in it, so I called Steve to tell him to cancel them.
I later found all the credit cards in my checkbook, which was not taken.
I'll get my driver's license and billfold from Don tomorrow, I guess.
Shannon did my hair for me, then we sat and talk a while, then she went home.
I'm really tired, and hope I sleep well.
My back hurts.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
11/13/10
I didn't post last night. It's from being so tired at night that I can't think or remember.
I'm feeling much better. My virus/illness began to leave during the day (thanks to a Z-pack), and by yesterday afternoon, I was able to walk up and feed the birds.
I had laid around this house for three days, and it felt so good to be outside.
While I was out, I set a soft-jaw trap in the cat food, as I suspected that a raccoon was taking the lid off the large wooden box we use for storage and getting in it. Last night, I heard the lid hit the floor of the porch, and I went to investigate only to find that it was Rudy. He was in a pretty bad mood, but not hurt too badly. I had to get him calmed down and take the trap off his foot.
While I was outside (in the afternoon) I was feeling like I needed to do something useful, so I went by the hut to check on things. I had began to paint the bathroom with some warm beige paint I had, but it just didn't look all that good. So, I went over to Steve's garage to look through the mis-tinted paints I'm always buying at Lowe's and Home Depot. I found a quart of seafoam green, and decided that it was the color. I painted the entire room with it. I may give it another coat, but I like it way more than that beige. I'm going to keep the doors of the closets white, and the vanity will still be white.
I'm out of Ambien, so I worried about sleeping. I didn't sleep well, but I had taken one of Steve's Relafen. It makes me sleepy...and I may have had some of the sleepiness left over from the virus I've been fighting.
Shannon called last night to see if I could take her to get her new porch rocker today, and I told her I would. She's planning to come around 10:00ish, but that's pretty late to start out to a flea market.
I painted some on my crafts last night, and on one Christmas flag. I'm trying to get ready for the holidays, but they will likely be a disapointment.
I paid Ronny yesterday..and he's a bargain! I really like his work. He's going to get Barbara's old purple lawnmower going for me. I had the mowing deck taken off last summer to get it ready for being a farm four-wheeler, and I'd like to have it going.
Angie called me last night to tell me she's thinking about moving to the apartments behind the Down Home. I guess she and Chad are having problems. Their trailer burned last week, and they've been living with his parents. I didn't much think that would work out.
Barbara got the news yesterday that they're starting on her house Monday. She's all excited about it. It had burned last summer, and it's been three months that she's been living in her apartment. She's really excited about getting her house back.
Duane Greenly is coming this morning to hunt. I hope he'll kill some of the varmits in the woods. He's such a nice man, and has a lovely wife, Dorothy, who works at the Farm Bureau.
His mother is Marsha Greenly, a long-time waitress at Down Home.
I'm feeling much better. My virus/illness began to leave during the day (thanks to a Z-pack), and by yesterday afternoon, I was able to walk up and feed the birds.
I had laid around this house for three days, and it felt so good to be outside.
While I was out, I set a soft-jaw trap in the cat food, as I suspected that a raccoon was taking the lid off the large wooden box we use for storage and getting in it. Last night, I heard the lid hit the floor of the porch, and I went to investigate only to find that it was Rudy. He was in a pretty bad mood, but not hurt too badly. I had to get him calmed down and take the trap off his foot.
While I was outside (in the afternoon) I was feeling like I needed to do something useful, so I went by the hut to check on things. I had began to paint the bathroom with some warm beige paint I had, but it just didn't look all that good. So, I went over to Steve's garage to look through the mis-tinted paints I'm always buying at Lowe's and Home Depot. I found a quart of seafoam green, and decided that it was the color. I painted the entire room with it. I may give it another coat, but I like it way more than that beige. I'm going to keep the doors of the closets white, and the vanity will still be white.
I'm out of Ambien, so I worried about sleeping. I didn't sleep well, but I had taken one of Steve's Relafen. It makes me sleepy...and I may have had some of the sleepiness left over from the virus I've been fighting.
Shannon called last night to see if I could take her to get her new porch rocker today, and I told her I would. She's planning to come around 10:00ish, but that's pretty late to start out to a flea market.
I painted some on my crafts last night, and on one Christmas flag. I'm trying to get ready for the holidays, but they will likely be a disapointment.
I paid Ronny yesterday..and he's a bargain! I really like his work. He's going to get Barbara's old purple lawnmower going for me. I had the mowing deck taken off last summer to get it ready for being a farm four-wheeler, and I'd like to have it going.
Angie called me last night to tell me she's thinking about moving to the apartments behind the Down Home. I guess she and Chad are having problems. Their trailer burned last week, and they've been living with his parents. I didn't much think that would work out.
Barbara got the news yesterday that they're starting on her house Monday. She's all excited about it. It had burned last summer, and it's been three months that she's been living in her apartment. She's really excited about getting her house back.
Duane Greenly is coming this morning to hunt. I hope he'll kill some of the varmits in the woods. He's such a nice man, and has a lovely wife, Dorothy, who works at the Farm Bureau.
His mother is Marsha Greenly, a long-time waitress at Down Home.
Friday, November 12, 2010
November 12 AM
I didn't post last night. I've been so sleepy with this virus or illness. I just can't stay awake, and feel awful all the time. I'm so dizzy when I stand up that I'm afraid of falling.
Mary Kelly, my oldest living sister, had a dinner at her house day before yesterday, but I couldn't go. She had made chicken and dumplings, and invited everyone. She said that Jack Berkshire, Mossie's husband, is pretty sick again, and on chemo. It's been pretty hard on him.
I worry about my birds, since I've been so sick and not spending much time with them. They have reservoir feeders and water tanks, but I like to watch them for any signs of trouble before it happens.
I'm going to try to get up there and sit on a bucket for a while today, even if I do throw up from the dizziness.
I tried to paint on my crafts last night, but with the dizziness and vomiting, I just couldn't stand the magnifing glass, My vision is so blurry,
I was hoping that I'd be a little better today.
Shannon Freemon asked me to come and join them at Down Home for supper last night, but I couldn't. I sent along an insult to Barbara over the phone, and she called me back to insult me.
They enjoy our banter up there.
I'm dizzy and nauseated, so I'm going back to lay down.
Mary Kelly, my oldest living sister, had a dinner at her house day before yesterday, but I couldn't go. She had made chicken and dumplings, and invited everyone. She said that Jack Berkshire, Mossie's husband, is pretty sick again, and on chemo. It's been pretty hard on him.
I worry about my birds, since I've been so sick and not spending much time with them. They have reservoir feeders and water tanks, but I like to watch them for any signs of trouble before it happens.
I'm going to try to get up there and sit on a bucket for a while today, even if I do throw up from the dizziness.
I tried to paint on my crafts last night, but with the dizziness and vomiting, I just couldn't stand the magnifing glass, My vision is so blurry,
I was hoping that I'd be a little better today.
Shannon Freemon asked me to come and join them at Down Home for supper last night, but I couldn't. I sent along an insult to Barbara over the phone, and she called me back to insult me.
They enjoy our banter up there.
I'm dizzy and nauseated, so I'm going back to lay down.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Wednesday PM
It's been a bad day, with nausea, dizziness, and headache.
I now think I may have an inner ear infection. This is not just a migraine.
I had to lay down all day, as even sitting up was enough to make me vomit.
I kept a trash can by the bed.
Steve called earlier.
Ronny worked hard all day, unloading the truck and cleaning the yard of a LOT of leaves and things. He works so hard, and I am happy to have him helping around here.
I now think I may have an inner ear infection. This is not just a migraine.
I had to lay down all day, as even sitting up was enough to make me vomit.
I kept a trash can by the bed.
Steve called earlier.
Ronny worked hard all day, unloading the truck and cleaning the yard of a LOT of leaves and things. He works so hard, and I am happy to have him helping around here.
Tuedsay PM
The pin pains have already started in spades.
I'm in constant agony, and there's no help. How do you take a pain pill to make a bee sting not hurt when it's not yet started? They come so unexpectedly and suddenly, and hurt so badly.
I got up about 5:00, because I hadn't slept at all throughout the night.
I got ready for today, I thought.
Otto had told me the other day that he wanted some trees cut, so when Ronny came today, I asked him if he had a chainsaw to cut the trees. He brought his chainsaw, and I went with him up to the trailer to show him the trees I wanted cut. I then came back down to the house to finish unloading the truck. I was still at it when Ronny came back to say that Otto demanded he have ropes to cut the trees, when all they were doing was falling to the driveway. He has cut trees for years, and he really knows what he's doing.
I had to stop and hunt for ropes, and that set me off.
I'm over (SO over) having to manage EVERYTHING and not knowing where things are to work with.
Then Marti, Ann Cameron's daughter, came up the driveway to tell me that a relative had been burned out this morning, and that they needed EVERYTHING.
I called Barbara to see if she had any clothes or shoes for the woman, as they are the same size. Barbara's things are still in her burned out house in Blaine (three months).
I told Barbara thanks, anyway. She called back three times.
I had Marti in the driveway, Ronny up in the trees at the trailer, Otto being his usual self, and I needed to be unloading the truck.
I told Marti I'd just have to get back with her on things for the needy family, and asked her to look around the yard and just see if she didn't think I needed a little help.
She had to allow that I sure did.
I swear to God I'm going to throw a certain computer over the bluff.
Maybe someone with it. Nothing gets done around her unless I do it or hire someone else to do it.
When Ronnie finished cutting the trees (and cutting them up and cleaning up the driveway), we took his chain saw home, and had a quick sandwich with Amy. We finally got on the road to Knoxville around 1:00.
We got to the church and started loading styrofoam insulation and the siding that was left. It was a full truck load by the time we finished and got started back to Rutledge. It was also getting dark. We had worked all afternoon, with only a short break to take some coats to Colonial Cleaners and get a soft-serve cone at the Freezo on Central.
Ronnie wanted me to come in a visit with Amy for a short while. No problem there, except that I was so dirty. Amy is so neat with everything.
They've done wonders with Evelyn's house.
I left there and went up the Family Dollar to see Joan for a few minutes. She wasn't there, so I visited with Elaine and her daughters for a while. Those girls are really sweet. While I was there, the time change fooled them, and they brought in their sidewalk items and started to close an hour early. We all had a good laugh over that. I even called Joan at home and told her about it.
I then left and came home, took a bath and washed my hair, and started the endless night-time meds.
The Lortabs have been making me nauseated and really dizzy.
I just took half a dose.
I talked with Barbara for a while.
I really need to get some sleep tonight.
That dumb bastard in the White House has now gone to India and made ANOTHER aly mad at us.
I'm in constant agony, and there's no help. How do you take a pain pill to make a bee sting not hurt when it's not yet started? They come so unexpectedly and suddenly, and hurt so badly.
I got up about 5:00, because I hadn't slept at all throughout the night.
I got ready for today, I thought.
Otto had told me the other day that he wanted some trees cut, so when Ronny came today, I asked him if he had a chainsaw to cut the trees. He brought his chainsaw, and I went with him up to the trailer to show him the trees I wanted cut. I then came back down to the house to finish unloading the truck. I was still at it when Ronny came back to say that Otto demanded he have ropes to cut the trees, when all they were doing was falling to the driveway. He has cut trees for years, and he really knows what he's doing.
I had to stop and hunt for ropes, and that set me off.
I'm over (SO over) having to manage EVERYTHING and not knowing where things are to work with.
Then Marti, Ann Cameron's daughter, came up the driveway to tell me that a relative had been burned out this morning, and that they needed EVERYTHING.
I called Barbara to see if she had any clothes or shoes for the woman, as they are the same size. Barbara's things are still in her burned out house in Blaine (three months).
I told Barbara thanks, anyway. She called back three times.
I had Marti in the driveway, Ronny up in the trees at the trailer, Otto being his usual self, and I needed to be unloading the truck.
I told Marti I'd just have to get back with her on things for the needy family, and asked her to look around the yard and just see if she didn't think I needed a little help.
She had to allow that I sure did.
I swear to God I'm going to throw a certain computer over the bluff.
Maybe someone with it. Nothing gets done around her unless I do it or hire someone else to do it.
When Ronnie finished cutting the trees (and cutting them up and cleaning up the driveway), we took his chain saw home, and had a quick sandwich with Amy. We finally got on the road to Knoxville around 1:00.
We got to the church and started loading styrofoam insulation and the siding that was left. It was a full truck load by the time we finished and got started back to Rutledge. It was also getting dark. We had worked all afternoon, with only a short break to take some coats to Colonial Cleaners and get a soft-serve cone at the Freezo on Central.
Ronnie wanted me to come in a visit with Amy for a short while. No problem there, except that I was so dirty. Amy is so neat with everything.
They've done wonders with Evelyn's house.
I left there and went up the Family Dollar to see Joan for a few minutes. She wasn't there, so I visited with Elaine and her daughters for a while. Those girls are really sweet. While I was there, the time change fooled them, and they brought in their sidewalk items and started to close an hour early. We all had a good laugh over that. I even called Joan at home and told her about it.
I then left and came home, took a bath and washed my hair, and started the endless night-time meds.
The Lortabs have been making me nauseated and really dizzy.
I just took half a dose.
I talked with Barbara for a while.
I really need to get some sleep tonight.
That dumb bastard in the White House has now gone to India and made ANOTHER aly mad at us.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tuesday AM 7 ;00
I still haven't slept, and I'm not in a good mood.
The first one says something smart to me, like "Good Morning, Hi, Babe, or Have a Nice Day" is likely to get slapped into February.
.....and the first dead-beat who'se made a career off of disability and throws it in my face is likely to get raped with a shovel handle, beat with a maul, slashed with a bush axe, and thrown off the bluff.
I'm freaking sick and tired of lazy people who down't have the medical problems I have living off my money. They'd have been in the E.R. by 1:00.
But if they cross paths with me today, they just might get their trip to the E.R after all.
The first one says something smart to me, like "Good Morning, Hi, Babe, or Have a Nice Day" is likely to get slapped into February.
.....and the first dead-beat who'se made a career off of disability and throws it in my face is likely to get raped with a shovel handle, beat with a maul, slashed with a bush axe, and thrown off the bluff.
I'm freaking sick and tired of lazy people who down't have the medical problems I have living off my money. They'd have been in the E.R. by 1:00.
But if they cross paths with me today, they just might get their trip to the E.R after all.
5:00 Tuesday AM
It's totally useless. I've still not gone to sleep. The 'Pin Pains' are making me scream and writh all over the bed. I've been up and down all night. I'm hot and cold. I sweat, then chill.
I hate this madness.
I've just taken a half a Lortab 7.5, but this is after Ambien 10 at 11:00, 2 Relafen during the night, 4 Motrin, and Valeren Root..
This pain is driving me mad.
I hate this madness.
I've just taken a half a Lortab 7.5, but this is after Ambien 10 at 11:00, 2 Relafen during the night, 4 Motrin, and Valeren Root..
This pain is driving me mad.
Monday PM
The day awakened slowly, but became bright and burned off the fog by 9:30 or so. I thought it might be a good day to go get some of the material at the church, and called Amy to see if her nice husband was available for today. I got no answer, and they don't have an answering machine, so I figured I'd do my own things today.
I went up to work in the hut. I found some (a gallon) of a warm, peachy beige, which I decided to use on the walls in the bathroom, and it's terribly smooth. I sanded the walls, and wiped them with a soft, clean cloth. I tool all the nails and screws out, took down some shelves which had been over the toilet, and sanded all the doors. There are three doors to closets in the bathroom, not counting the two small doors in the vanity under the sink.
I removed the light cover, so I could clean it and not get paint on it, and removed the two bulbs that extended out over the end of the fixture, so I would still have some light to work with.
It was becoming a bright, pleasant day. I lit in painting, and the color is so pretty. It's not all white. I'm leaving the closet doors, including the ones in the vanity, pure white enamel, which will give some color contrast. The beige will keep the lightly stained fixtures from looking so dark. I'm thinking of using a wall paper border to accent the area where walls and ceiling meet.
The phone rang, and it was Amy's husband wanting to go work (2:00), so I told him I would pick him up in about 45 minutes. We drove down to Knoxville, and got a truck load of Celotex ceiling material, a lot of light fixtures, wome electrical wire, a Christmas tree, and some white vinyl siding. All of this came from the little building the church wants torn down.
I'm going to use the Celotex on the ceilings in my hut (at least the ceilings in the clostes), some of the paneling scraps for repair projects, and the wire will come in handy for adding plugs, lights, and all sorts of other projects where you don't need large runs of wire.
The white vinly siding will be very well used, as most of it is brand new (in a weathered box) in a shed beside the building. We're even saving the thin styrofoam insulation material off the sides of the building. Almost everything will be used for some other purpose.
I gave some window panels to a neighbor of the church who'se mother-in-law paints country scenes on the glass. I'm always glad to pass something along to make it useful.
We stopped at Krystal on our way home for supper, and ran into Don Disney. I hadn't seen him in a long time. We talked a while, and I gave him my card.
I got home, parked the truck, and got in the house. I'll un-load tomorrow, when it's daylight, and I won't be so apt to fall all over things. I'm tired.
Off to bed.
I went up to work in the hut. I found some (a gallon) of a warm, peachy beige, which I decided to use on the walls in the bathroom, and it's terribly smooth. I sanded the walls, and wiped them with a soft, clean cloth. I tool all the nails and screws out, took down some shelves which had been over the toilet, and sanded all the doors. There are three doors to closets in the bathroom, not counting the two small doors in the vanity under the sink.
I removed the light cover, so I could clean it and not get paint on it, and removed the two bulbs that extended out over the end of the fixture, so I would still have some light to work with.
It was becoming a bright, pleasant day. I lit in painting, and the color is so pretty. It's not all white. I'm leaving the closet doors, including the ones in the vanity, pure white enamel, which will give some color contrast. The beige will keep the lightly stained fixtures from looking so dark. I'm thinking of using a wall paper border to accent the area where walls and ceiling meet.
The phone rang, and it was Amy's husband wanting to go work (2:00), so I told him I would pick him up in about 45 minutes. We drove down to Knoxville, and got a truck load of Celotex ceiling material, a lot of light fixtures, wome electrical wire, a Christmas tree, and some white vinyl siding. All of this came from the little building the church wants torn down.
I'm going to use the Celotex on the ceilings in my hut (at least the ceilings in the clostes), some of the paneling scraps for repair projects, and the wire will come in handy for adding plugs, lights, and all sorts of other projects where you don't need large runs of wire.
The white vinly siding will be very well used, as most of it is brand new (in a weathered box) in a shed beside the building. We're even saving the thin styrofoam insulation material off the sides of the building. Almost everything will be used for some other purpose.
I gave some window panels to a neighbor of the church who'se mother-in-law paints country scenes on the glass. I'm always glad to pass something along to make it useful.
We stopped at Krystal on our way home for supper, and ran into Don Disney. I hadn't seen him in a long time. We talked a while, and I gave him my card.
I got home, parked the truck, and got in the house. I'll un-load tomorrow, when it's daylight, and I won't be so apt to fall all over things. I'm tired.
Off to bed.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sunday PM
I don't know why the stupid government can't just leave the time alone.
Even a beef cow knows more about what time it really is.
These overcast days make me so depressed and moody.
Steve would not lesten to me and get the Christmas lights ready to go when he was home last, so now it will have to be done at Thanksgiving, when it's nice and cold and dark outside.
I'm about over it all. It has become another part of life I can't stand anymore.
I'm seriously thinking about hurling all the computer junk over the bluff.
This has not been a good day, and I now have 'brain static', which is indicative of a sinus infection. It seems like static when I turn my head of sit up or stand up.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I've been cold all day, and had to turn on the heat, which I hate to do.
I've stayed in all day except for going out to feed the birds. I didn't fix my hair for another day,now, and that's always a bad sign. I think I need to murder some denomcraps, then I'd feel a little better. I could start with that asshole who has squatted in the White House.
He's the devil.
I took a bath tonight, and the water hurt so bad. I'm guessing that has something to do with my bad mood.
Even a beef cow knows more about what time it really is.
These overcast days make me so depressed and moody.
Steve would not lesten to me and get the Christmas lights ready to go when he was home last, so now it will have to be done at Thanksgiving, when it's nice and cold and dark outside.
I'm about over it all. It has become another part of life I can't stand anymore.
I'm seriously thinking about hurling all the computer junk over the bluff.
This has not been a good day, and I now have 'brain static', which is indicative of a sinus infection. It seems like static when I turn my head of sit up or stand up.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I've been cold all day, and had to turn on the heat, which I hate to do.
I've stayed in all day except for going out to feed the birds. I didn't fix my hair for another day,now, and that's always a bad sign. I think I need to murder some denomcraps, then I'd feel a little better. I could start with that asshole who has squatted in the White House.
He's the devil.
I took a bath tonight, and the water hurt so bad. I'm guessing that has something to do with my bad mood.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Saturday PM
I did battle with a migraine from hell all night last night and most of the day today.
I was supposed to take Shannon to get her new porch rocker, but I called her about 8:30 this am, and asked her to wait till later. Then, later, we jointly decided to wait for another day when I was not so sick.
I couldn't even turn over in the bed without throwing up more.
The light was like a knife in my eyes, and I didn't know where the Cafergot was, so I just had to suffer. I'm some better now, but still not well. I finally found the Cafergot. It works so well, but makes water feel like acid on my skin, so I can't take my usual long, hot bath tonight.
About the only thing I did all day that was constructive was to feed the cats on the back porch.
My feet have been so cold all day, but I've been hot all over the rest of my body.
It's not been a good day.
Perhaps I'll sleep tonight, and finally get over this.
I was supposed to take Shannon to get her new porch rocker, but I called her about 8:30 this am, and asked her to wait till later. Then, later, we jointly decided to wait for another day when I was not so sick.
I couldn't even turn over in the bed without throwing up more.
The light was like a knife in my eyes, and I didn't know where the Cafergot was, so I just had to suffer. I'm some better now, but still not well. I finally found the Cafergot. It works so well, but makes water feel like acid on my skin, so I can't take my usual long, hot bath tonight.
About the only thing I did all day that was constructive was to feed the cats on the back porch.
My feet have been so cold all day, but I've been hot all over the rest of my body.
It's not been a good day.
Perhaps I'll sleep tonight, and finally get over this.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Friday PM
Slept fairly well last night.
It was a cold, blustry day. We didn't really have a fall, it just went from very hot to cold.
The leaves on the trees were up there one day, then all blew off in one rainy night. The fish pond filled up wtih them.
I've been pretty depressed all day. I get such feelings of foreboding on dreary days.
I stayed home all day, not even fixing my hair. I painted on some crafts in the house, and worked just a little while out in the hut. My feet got so cold and started hurting, so I came in and made a ham sandwich and some capichino for a late lunch/early supper.
I talked with Joan a little while this evening. Angie called me to tell me about their trailer burning, and she told me the insurance people had already been there. I just knew they'd make a killing out of this. Sunrise Baptist Church has already given them $200.00, and Chad's sister has taken them to Penny's for all new clothes. I told her she'd have got more for less at Goodwill.
They're not getting anything from me.
I'm nauseated this evening.
I'm going to bed.
It was a cold, blustry day. We didn't really have a fall, it just went from very hot to cold.
The leaves on the trees were up there one day, then all blew off in one rainy night. The fish pond filled up wtih them.
I've been pretty depressed all day. I get such feelings of foreboding on dreary days.
I stayed home all day, not even fixing my hair. I painted on some crafts in the house, and worked just a little while out in the hut. My feet got so cold and started hurting, so I came in and made a ham sandwich and some capichino for a late lunch/early supper.
I talked with Joan a little while this evening. Angie called me to tell me about their trailer burning, and she told me the insurance people had already been there. I just knew they'd make a killing out of this. Sunrise Baptist Church has already given them $200.00, and Chad's sister has taken them to Penny's for all new clothes. I told her she'd have got more for less at Goodwill.
They're not getting anything from me.
I'm nauseated this evening.
I'm going to bed.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Thursday PM
I'm always tired, it seems, and tonight is no exception.
Mary (my housekeeper) was coming today, so I picked up things and got them out of the way for her this morning. She has some kind of upper respiratory infection that has paralized her vocal chords, and she can't talk. She can still whisper, though, and she did plenty of that today.
She usually stops at Hardee's in Rutledge and brings me a chicken buisquit, and she said she saw the Birds there. Angie spoke to her, but did not mention the warrent I had filed against them. She said Chad would not look at her or speak. Their mobile home burned yesterday.
We cleaned house until 3:00, having just a short break for lunch at The Down Home. After she left, I didn't even come back into the house, but went to clean the hatchery camper, as Richard Fain, a neighbor, wanted to bring some eggs for me to hatch for him. I worked out there until he came, and we set the eggs, then stood out on the driveway a few minutes and talked. It got really cold really fast, so we parted, and I came into the house to clean up for supper with Barbara at The Down Home...their Thursday night special, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and buiscuits with baked apples. So good, though I didn't have much apitite.
I went by the Family Dollar for a while afterwards, and talked with Joan for a while. She told me that she had talked with a fireman, and he told her the Bird's mobile home was pretty much a total loss. I told her it was probably intentionally set, because it would be cheaper for them to get the insurance money and buy a new trailer and put it somewhere else than to move this one.
They'll probably get away with it, too, and the local churches will give them more than they've ever had. They're such grifters.
Cooter Daniel was on a TV program tonight, Barbara had told me, so I tried to watch it. There were two homosexual men on the show that would have embarrassed the life out of a drag queen, so I turned it off. It's good to see Cooter getting some national recognition, though. I'll have to tease him about those guys, though.
Steve called and we talked for a while, and it's really cold there (in Ohio). I used some heat in the master bathroom last night, but it was just to keep from having to face a cold bathroom this morning. The bed has a heating pad which keeps me warm at night.
Richard commented this evening that my hatchery is really warm, but after I told him that I had insulated it, he wasn't surprised. I just don't like having to spend all my money on heating and cooling.
My sinuses are annoying me something terrible this evening. I'll be looking for medication in a while. My feet and legs hurt something awful, too, but I guess it's to be expected.
I talked with Shannon this evening, and she's looking forward to going to Tazewell this Saturday. She's planning to get a cedar bench from a roadside vendor up on Clinch Mountain, which she ordered last week.
It's pretty cold here tonight. I did several loads of laundry today, but had to hang them on drying racks in the bathroom because of the rain.
I painted on some crafts this evening. I'm working on a lovely ceramic hat, which Steve has asked me to do for him. He wants to give it to someone.
I didn't get to work on my hut any today.
My neck and shoulders are sore. I'm just tired.
Off to the bath and bed.
Mary (my housekeeper) was coming today, so I picked up things and got them out of the way for her this morning. She has some kind of upper respiratory infection that has paralized her vocal chords, and she can't talk. She can still whisper, though, and she did plenty of that today.
She usually stops at Hardee's in Rutledge and brings me a chicken buisquit, and she said she saw the Birds there. Angie spoke to her, but did not mention the warrent I had filed against them. She said Chad would not look at her or speak. Their mobile home burned yesterday.
We cleaned house until 3:00, having just a short break for lunch at The Down Home. After she left, I didn't even come back into the house, but went to clean the hatchery camper, as Richard Fain, a neighbor, wanted to bring some eggs for me to hatch for him. I worked out there until he came, and we set the eggs, then stood out on the driveway a few minutes and talked. It got really cold really fast, so we parted, and I came into the house to clean up for supper with Barbara at The Down Home...their Thursday night special, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and buiscuits with baked apples. So good, though I didn't have much apitite.
I went by the Family Dollar for a while afterwards, and talked with Joan for a while. She told me that she had talked with a fireman, and he told her the Bird's mobile home was pretty much a total loss. I told her it was probably intentionally set, because it would be cheaper for them to get the insurance money and buy a new trailer and put it somewhere else than to move this one.
They'll probably get away with it, too, and the local churches will give them more than they've ever had. They're such grifters.
Cooter Daniel was on a TV program tonight, Barbara had told me, so I tried to watch it. There were two homosexual men on the show that would have embarrassed the life out of a drag queen, so I turned it off. It's good to see Cooter getting some national recognition, though. I'll have to tease him about those guys, though.
Steve called and we talked for a while, and it's really cold there (in Ohio). I used some heat in the master bathroom last night, but it was just to keep from having to face a cold bathroom this morning. The bed has a heating pad which keeps me warm at night.
Richard commented this evening that my hatchery is really warm, but after I told him that I had insulated it, he wasn't surprised. I just don't like having to spend all my money on heating and cooling.
My sinuses are annoying me something terrible this evening. I'll be looking for medication in a while. My feet and legs hurt something awful, too, but I guess it's to be expected.
I talked with Shannon this evening, and she's looking forward to going to Tazewell this Saturday. She's planning to get a cedar bench from a roadside vendor up on Clinch Mountain, which she ordered last week.
It's pretty cold here tonight. I did several loads of laundry today, but had to hang them on drying racks in the bathroom because of the rain.
I painted on some crafts this evening. I'm working on a lovely ceramic hat, which Steve has asked me to do for him. He wants to give it to someone.
I didn't get to work on my hut any today.
My neck and shoulders are sore. I'm just tired.
Off to the bath and bed.
Wednesday Night
This is actually Thursday Morning.
I was so tired and busy last night that I forgot/neglected to write in my journal.
I worked on my hut yesterday for most of the day. I went up to the 'Down Home' to eat a small lunch at 3:00, and chatted with Penny Satterfield, the owner, for a while about some of her renovations. She has the same problem with her renovations that I have with mine. She has to move something to be able to have the space to do something. It takes lots more time and effort.
I've been painting on my Christmas flags when I can, but it takes so long to do even a simple design. I paint one color on each side of a flag at a time, and it has to dry before I can do another color. I hang them with pincher hangers in the door of the laundry room to dry, and, when one color is dry, I start on another color, or work on another flag, intil I get back to the original one.
I make them much brighter and more colorful than the manufacturer,
I went to the funeral home last night for the viewing of Fain Wells.
Ruth looked lovely, as usual. There were lots of people there who wanted to talk to me that I knew the face, but didn't know who they were. So much of my memory is gone, I guess.
I was glad to see Sherry Snapp, The Edde's, Gregg and Missy Kitts, (former) Sheriff Bobby Whitt and his lovely wife, and Sonny Mullins and 'Sis' Bobby. They are the brother and sister of Jim Mullins, who was brutally murdered in his store in Knox County. There will never be justice served there.
Richard Fain called me last night wanting me to hatch some eggs for him, so that means that I will have to get the hatchery ready to go. It's a small camper that I renovated last year to hatch my eggs in, and I've neglected it all year this year, as I've not been hatching.
Bill Douglas called last night for Mary 0my houskeeper) to say that she can't talk, as one side of her throat is paralized, but she is coming to work today, anyway. He got laid off because of health reasons, so she has to work, wheather she feels like it or not. She's been so faithful all these many years.
I found out from James Barne's wife late yesterday that the Bird's' house burned. They are the couple who had worked for me for a while, then ruined the whole set-up by stealing a calf from me. She had recently been caught shop-lifting at the Family Dollar Store by Fern, the assistant manager, who then banned Angie from ever coming back into the store again.
I wouldn't be surprised to learn that their trailor was set on fire my them, because his dad is losing the family farm in a divorce, and now they won't have to foot the expense to move the trailor, just get another place.
I was so tired last night, Steve told me that 'The Curtains were coming down', which is an expression that we use to describe what happens when the meds kick in, and I go to sleep in just a couple of minutes. If I'm talking to him, it's like I just start slowing down really fast, and then, I'm asleep.
Mary Kelly, my oldest living sister, called last night, and we talked briefly. She won't stay on the phone for long. She's in despair that her vision is going, and her eye drops arn't helping her that much. I feel the same dread, as I can't see so well anymore. Glasses don't help. She can't afford her eye drops. I wish I could help her more.
It's a lot of work to keep everything going around here.
The Lord blessed me with a good night's rest and safety, and I thank Him for it.
I pray He will bless this day and keep me going.
I was so tired and busy last night that I forgot/neglected to write in my journal.
I worked on my hut yesterday for most of the day. I went up to the 'Down Home' to eat a small lunch at 3:00, and chatted with Penny Satterfield, the owner, for a while about some of her renovations. She has the same problem with her renovations that I have with mine. She has to move something to be able to have the space to do something. It takes lots more time and effort.
I've been painting on my Christmas flags when I can, but it takes so long to do even a simple design. I paint one color on each side of a flag at a time, and it has to dry before I can do another color. I hang them with pincher hangers in the door of the laundry room to dry, and, when one color is dry, I start on another color, or work on another flag, intil I get back to the original one.
I make them much brighter and more colorful than the manufacturer,
I went to the funeral home last night for the viewing of Fain Wells.
Ruth looked lovely, as usual. There were lots of people there who wanted to talk to me that I knew the face, but didn't know who they were. So much of my memory is gone, I guess.
I was glad to see Sherry Snapp, The Edde's, Gregg and Missy Kitts, (former) Sheriff Bobby Whitt and his lovely wife, and Sonny Mullins and 'Sis' Bobby. They are the brother and sister of Jim Mullins, who was brutally murdered in his store in Knox County. There will never be justice served there.
Richard Fain called me last night wanting me to hatch some eggs for him, so that means that I will have to get the hatchery ready to go. It's a small camper that I renovated last year to hatch my eggs in, and I've neglected it all year this year, as I've not been hatching.
Bill Douglas called last night for Mary 0my houskeeper) to say that she can't talk, as one side of her throat is paralized, but she is coming to work today, anyway. He got laid off because of health reasons, so she has to work, wheather she feels like it or not. She's been so faithful all these many years.
I found out from James Barne's wife late yesterday that the Bird's' house burned. They are the couple who had worked for me for a while, then ruined the whole set-up by stealing a calf from me. She had recently been caught shop-lifting at the Family Dollar Store by Fern, the assistant manager, who then banned Angie from ever coming back into the store again.
I wouldn't be surprised to learn that their trailor was set on fire my them, because his dad is losing the family farm in a divorce, and now they won't have to foot the expense to move the trailor, just get another place.
I was so tired last night, Steve told me that 'The Curtains were coming down', which is an expression that we use to describe what happens when the meds kick in, and I go to sleep in just a couple of minutes. If I'm talking to him, it's like I just start slowing down really fast, and then, I'm asleep.
Mary Kelly, my oldest living sister, called last night, and we talked briefly. She won't stay on the phone for long. She's in despair that her vision is going, and her eye drops arn't helping her that much. I feel the same dread, as I can't see so well anymore. Glasses don't help. She can't afford her eye drops. I wish I could help her more.
It's a lot of work to keep everything going around here.
The Lord blessed me with a good night's rest and safety, and I thank Him for it.
I pray He will bless this day and keep me going.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wednesday 11/3/10 AM
I suppose it's part of my illness, but I forgot to write last night that Bill Haslam won BIG as the new governor of Tennessee. I'm elated. John Kacasik won in Ohio, for which I'm glad.
It looks like the taxpaying public is getting of the bunch of clown who are ruining this country.
My friend, Vicky Vinyard, lost big in Blaine as their mayor-wanna-be. I really wixh she had won.
Steve and I had voted early yesterday morning, and he told me he just had to remember to vote Republican. I always tell him how to vote. I'm more politically involved.
Well, I'm starting a new day. I pray the Lord leads and keeps me well. It was cold last night without my 'Armstrong' heater.
It looks like the taxpaying public is getting of the bunch of clown who are ruining this country.
My friend, Vicky Vinyard, lost big in Blaine as their mayor-wanna-be. I really wixh she had won.
Steve and I had voted early yesterday morning, and he told me he just had to remember to vote Republican. I always tell him how to vote. I'm more politically involved.
Well, I'm starting a new day. I pray the Lord leads and keeps me well. It was cold last night without my 'Armstrong' heater.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
11/2/11
I'm tired again tonight, but that should come as no surprise. I'd like to do a full day, and not feel like hell just once at bedtime.
Steve and I worked in the yard today until 1:00 , then had lunch meat sandwiches for lunch, then went back out for more work. We both are sore tonight.
We had to leave for the airport at 1:30, and, after I dropped him off, I called Jaime to tell her I might come over to her salon, but she had some volunteer work to do this evening.
I ate at Krystals, stopped at Goodwill in Maryville, and came on home.
Instead of turning off to come up to the house, I just went on into Rutledge to annoy Joan.
Fern wants to buy our camper, and she and her husband are coming to see it tomorrow.
The house is quiet, and I'm really tired. I hope for restful sleep.
Claire
P.S. Thanks to those who have written encouraging notes.
I'm tired again tonight, but that should come as no surprise. I'd like to do a full day, and not feel like hell just once at bedtime.
Steve and I worked in the yard today until 1:00 , then had lunch meat sandwiches for lunch, then went back out for more work. We both are sore tonight.
We had to leave for the airport at 1:30, and, after I dropped him off, I called Jaime to tell her I might come over to her salon, but she had some volunteer work to do this evening.
I ate at Krystals, stopped at Goodwill in Maryville, and came on home.
Instead of turning off to come up to the house, I just went on into Rutledge to annoy Joan.
Fern wants to buy our camper, and she and her husband are coming to see it tomorrow.
The house is quiet, and I'm really tired. I hope for restful sleep.
Claire
P.S. Thanks to those who have written encouraging notes.
Monday, November 1, 2010
11/1/10
Another busy day with a lot of changes in plans.
Just when I finally got hold of things, my fingers turned to butter.
The flag in front is at half mast. A good friend and neighbor, Fain Wells, died last night. He had been failing for some time, and the last time I saw him, I couldn't be sure he knew me. Our many sympathies and prayers are with his family. He was a soft-spoken man who was loved by all who knew him, and he will be sadly missed. His widow, Ruth, is a bubbly, vivacious lady who will not be complete without him. They lived across the highway from us, in a lovely log home situated back from 11W. He kept pigmy goats, and they were so cute, bouncing all over the rocks in their lot.
Steve told me last night (late) to get him up, and he would take me to First Monday. He doesn't like these things, so I'm always hesitant to go with him, but we went along. It was packed. Not much selling or buying, though. I think it's because of the economy. People are willing to let go of their things, but no one can buy. I didn't buy much, myself. I turned down one good deal because I figured Steve would gripe about it. It was a Black and Decker set of saws and drills, which I have a battery and drill for already. Well, you can't get them all.
There were the oddest lot of chickens, turkeys, guineas, and animals, but again, I think it's the economy speaking.
Steve had to park some way away on the road, and we had to carry our bargains for a distance to the truck. I left some of my things with Adrian Kamer, a local neighbor, while I shopped. He was selling apples. I had bought a bushel on the Lakeshore Road sale, so I didn't need any.
After we left the sale, Steve dropped me off at the Morristown Goodwill to shop while he went to his favorite store...Lowe's.
I was through shopping and waiting for him on the sidewalk when he came for me. He couldn't believe it.
We then came back down 11E to Jefferson City and ate dinner at Colonial Sanders. They had the best banana pudding. I'm alergic to bananas, but their pudding didn't have any bananas in it.
I then needed to go to Big Lots for paint brushes. I only use natural bristle brushes, unless it's some fairly useless paint job, and Big Lots has then for the best prices, but not today. They didn't have one in the store.
We then went to wal-mart and got them. They cost more, but are worth it.
We got groceries, and Steve went through the check-out while I went to the 'husband bench' by the door. I can walk through the store, but I can't stand in the long check-out lines. I talked briefly with some older black lady, who complimented me on my hair. She asked me it I did it myself, and I told her I did. I've had so many years of practice.
After wal-mart, I begged to get started for home. I had so much to do.
I took care of choring, then went to my hut to work. I had planned to put my lovely green tile down in the bathroom, but there was another change of plans. Steve decided he didn't like it, and wouldn't help me put it down unless I changed my colors. By that time, it was 6:30. I quickly phoned Joan, the manager at the Family Dollar in Rutledge, to see what colors she had. She said 'Come on up here, and we'll find something". So I went in my work clothes. I was so dirty! I had been caulking and cleaning the floors in the livingroom, and sanding the floors in the bathroom.
I had caulk, dirt, and dust all over me. I kicked my shoes off at the door, and she helped me pick out a style that we thought Steve would like. It looks like parquet, and it's really pretty.
Then, again, when I got back with it, Steve wanted to put down some white tile I had bought at a yard sale. I wasn't sure we had enough, and suggested a pattern with some other tile, but...NO! It had to be this color! We had one sheet left over after the job was finished. That's close.
Not one sheet of the lovely parquet was laid, and no plans are in the making to lay it any time soon.
My exasperation level is pretty high, and the only thing keeping me from a flare is knowing that SOMETHING has got done, and the sure knowledge that the rest WILL get done.
Probably by me, but done. nevertheless.
I keep hearing Satan tell me that I'm getting nothing for my efforts, but I don't listen to him...he's a liar.
The fibro pains are out in force tonight. My feet feel like there's little people under my desk, gouging me with firey hot hat pins. I feel for others who suffer such.
I really worry about Lynn. She's so alone, and has been through so much.
Betty Pike dropped me a note telling me that she wound read my post every morning, along with Jim White's. She should be well informed, at least about me..
When you know that your favorite Sister Worker is reading every word you are going to be writing, you sure want to be careful what you say, lest you cause an offence.
I'm so tired I can't think straight, and I have been informed that a bath and Iced Rasberry Tea awaits me. Wellllll
Just when I finally got hold of things, my fingers turned to butter.
The flag in front is at half mast. A good friend and neighbor, Fain Wells, died last night. He had been failing for some time, and the last time I saw him, I couldn't be sure he knew me. Our many sympathies and prayers are with his family. He was a soft-spoken man who was loved by all who knew him, and he will be sadly missed. His widow, Ruth, is a bubbly, vivacious lady who will not be complete without him. They lived across the highway from us, in a lovely log home situated back from 11W. He kept pigmy goats, and they were so cute, bouncing all over the rocks in their lot.
Steve told me last night (late) to get him up, and he would take me to First Monday. He doesn't like these things, so I'm always hesitant to go with him, but we went along. It was packed. Not much selling or buying, though. I think it's because of the economy. People are willing to let go of their things, but no one can buy. I didn't buy much, myself. I turned down one good deal because I figured Steve would gripe about it. It was a Black and Decker set of saws and drills, which I have a battery and drill for already. Well, you can't get them all.
There were the oddest lot of chickens, turkeys, guineas, and animals, but again, I think it's the economy speaking.
Steve had to park some way away on the road, and we had to carry our bargains for a distance to the truck. I left some of my things with Adrian Kamer, a local neighbor, while I shopped. He was selling apples. I had bought a bushel on the Lakeshore Road sale, so I didn't need any.
After we left the sale, Steve dropped me off at the Morristown Goodwill to shop while he went to his favorite store...Lowe's.
I was through shopping and waiting for him on the sidewalk when he came for me. He couldn't believe it.
We then came back down 11E to Jefferson City and ate dinner at Colonial Sanders. They had the best banana pudding. I'm alergic to bananas, but their pudding didn't have any bananas in it.
I then needed to go to Big Lots for paint brushes. I only use natural bristle brushes, unless it's some fairly useless paint job, and Big Lots has then for the best prices, but not today. They didn't have one in the store.
We then went to wal-mart and got them. They cost more, but are worth it.
We got groceries, and Steve went through the check-out while I went to the 'husband bench' by the door. I can walk through the store, but I can't stand in the long check-out lines. I talked briefly with some older black lady, who complimented me on my hair. She asked me it I did it myself, and I told her I did. I've had so many years of practice.
After wal-mart, I begged to get started for home. I had so much to do.
I took care of choring, then went to my hut to work. I had planned to put my lovely green tile down in the bathroom, but there was another change of plans. Steve decided he didn't like it, and wouldn't help me put it down unless I changed my colors. By that time, it was 6:30. I quickly phoned Joan, the manager at the Family Dollar in Rutledge, to see what colors she had. She said 'Come on up here, and we'll find something". So I went in my work clothes. I was so dirty! I had been caulking and cleaning the floors in the livingroom, and sanding the floors in the bathroom.
I had caulk, dirt, and dust all over me. I kicked my shoes off at the door, and she helped me pick out a style that we thought Steve would like. It looks like parquet, and it's really pretty.
Then, again, when I got back with it, Steve wanted to put down some white tile I had bought at a yard sale. I wasn't sure we had enough, and suggested a pattern with some other tile, but...NO! It had to be this color! We had one sheet left over after the job was finished. That's close.
Not one sheet of the lovely parquet was laid, and no plans are in the making to lay it any time soon.
My exasperation level is pretty high, and the only thing keeping me from a flare is knowing that SOMETHING has got done, and the sure knowledge that the rest WILL get done.
Probably by me, but done. nevertheless.
I keep hearing Satan tell me that I'm getting nothing for my efforts, but I don't listen to him...he's a liar.
The fibro pains are out in force tonight. My feet feel like there's little people under my desk, gouging me with firey hot hat pins. I feel for others who suffer such.
I really worry about Lynn. She's so alone, and has been through so much.
Betty Pike dropped me a note telling me that she wound read my post every morning, along with Jim White's. She should be well informed, at least about me..
When you know that your favorite Sister Worker is reading every word you are going to be writing, you sure want to be careful what you say, lest you cause an offence.
I'm so tired I can't think straight, and I have been informed that a bath and Iced Rasberry Tea awaits me. Wellllll
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