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.
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