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.
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