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