Yesterday was such a dreary day. I'm so tired of all this heavy air and humidity. Several people have colds and headaches from the high positive ion count.
Steve was in SUCH a bad mood most of the day. He's working on a new recording security system with cameras everywhere, and he's making it such a hard job. Of course, like most of his projects, he gets into it, then starts yelling at me to do things with insturments that I don't even recognise. Then when I can't find them or don't know what to do, he yells at me and treats me like I'm stupid. It just gets on my nerves.
I went to Rutledge to get some feed for the birds, and had a little incident at the co-op. We loaded the feed with the rolling drawer in the back of the white truck, and the feed was so heavy that we couldn't get the tray to roll back into the back of the truck. Three of us (two employees and myself) worked for about 10 minutes, and finally got it about half way in, so I just put the top flap down and drove home that way. I stopped briefly at the Goodwill, but didn't buy much. I found a darling little child's rocker, but Vicky Vinyard was in there, and she wanted it, so I paid for it and left it for her at the front check-out. She can use it for her photography business, and I have several already. It's better to give than to recieve.
I un-loaded my feed when I got home, and filled all the reservoir feeders. Three of my beautiful little doves had died in the recent cold. I've only raised one in the past year, and it died just about the time it got grown. I won't have any if I don't raise some or buy some more.
Barbara called me to tell me that Darla Daniel is not mad at me over the recent mess with Lori, Derk's wife, on Topix. I had recommended Darla to someone as a new hairdresser, and Lori started a real mess with rants defaming Darla. We know it was her, because she told things that no one else could have known. She's bi-polar, and apparently off her medication.
I worked in the Hut last evening. Steve helped me get two of the sheets of the luan paneling on the ceiling. We had a terrible time, trying to fit it in such a small place with a lot of other stuff setting around. Then the nailing gun didn't work. I suggested that we put some WD-40 on it, to make the staples slide into position, but Steve resisted until I finally just went and got the can. He thought it would be a good idea, then. It worked!
Later, he cut me some sheets of plexiglass to fit as storm windows over several windows in the house. I put them up with double-sided tape, then taped around the edges with clear, post-office type tape. You can't tell they're there. I need to get some narrow double-sided tape to put the panels over the stained glass windows that are above the windows in the rear entrance foyer and in the closet room off the master bedroom. The tape I have is too wide.
I gave the windows a really good washing before I put the panels in place. I don't want to look at streaks. I'm going to leave the storms in place all year. They will also keep out the heat this summer.
I was pretty happy with the results. I sat down on the bed with Steve to rest a minute. Then, I had to go start a bath, and, in the process, kicked over the bucket of water I had used to wash the windows. So now there's at least one area of the bedroom carpet that is clean.
These joint and nerve problems are making all kinds of trouble for me. Fibromyalgia is not for sissys.
Steve told me I got a Christmas card from Randy, Burt's oldest son, in New Mexico, but he left it in the truck. I'm glad Randy keeps in touch with his East Tennessee family. He's almost my age, Burt having been the oldest. He died last spring at the age of 86.
It looks to be another rainy, dreary day. I'd love to go over to Jefferson City to the Habitat Store, but I dare not mention it.
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