Friday, January 21, 2011 AM

Yesterday was a better day, only because there was a little sun in the middle of the day.
It started off pretty cold, but the sun came out, and it became warmer.  By 4:00, we were getting winter storm warnings, and we heard on the radio at Goodwill that they had closed Davidson County Schools (Nashville) two hours early.  It started to sleet here about 7:30 last night, and it continued until I went to bed.  Very little accumulation this morning.
I was not going to go to the Goodwill yesterday, because I felt like Angie might be having a hissy fit over the condition of the stock room. 
I went to Down Home to eat, and Barbara called while I was there.  She joined me for tea.
She had been to Knoxville with Darla Daniel for the day.  Darla is such an angel.  She does so much for others.
I went to the Goodwill, anyway, after lunch.  Carzel and Cherokee were sitting on the porch when I got there.  Angie was not there.  She's having some family trouble.  Some older male is terminal, and Angie wants to go to Nashville (?) to be there for her family.  She doesn't have paid days to go, and I'd say she can't afford the trip.  Renae had told me all this.  She's really involved with her employees and volunteers.
She's trying to get moved into her new trailer.
I left Goodwill and went to Family Dollar.  We got slammed.  Everyone was buying everything.  They're afraid of snow now.
Elaine and Steven were the only employees in the store, and Elaine really needed all the help I could give her.  We were putting out stock and replacing mis-placed things all evening.
Right before closing time, Debby Cain and her son, Nickolis (sp?) came in.  He is the very image of Bobby Crumply, his father.  They live on my road.  I hadn't seen Nick in several years to speak of.  I had sent him a afghan when he was born, but he didn't know about it until I told him last night.  He came over to ask me to not shoot his dog if I saw it on  my property.
Elaine thought that was so funny.
He's so tall, like Bobby, and he's going to be quite handsome, also like Bobby.
He used to come and sit in my yard and talk with me a lot, but he was stopped from that by his parents.  I liked his company and that he had time for an old lady.
The sun has came out over on Clinch Mountain, and it's so beautiful.  I'm pretty tired of cold, wet weather.  It's still pretty cold outside, and there's a very cold, strong wind.
Leona Burden's obit was in the News Sentinel this morning.  She was a sweet lady, with a real Christian witness.  I sent a copy of it to Martha Workman.  I plan to go to the funeral.
A good name (left behind) is better than great riches.