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.
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