January 7, Saturday AM 2011

It was rainy and cold all day yesterday.  A miserable day to work outside, or even inside.
Every time I walked across the back yard, I felt like I was wading the French Broad River.
We worked inside as long as we could, then went to Down Home for lunch, as we knew we would get muddy and nasty once we went outside.  They had a delicious lasagna.
I took Penny some plastic farm animals to add to her farm scene in her display case, and we took some of Steve's railroad display grass for the lawn.
We came home and got to work on farm things then.  Steve fired up the tractor and took the cows a blae of hay down to the front gate.  That front gate is going to prove useful, I think.
He said that when he was trying to get the cows to follow him out to the hay, Bull butted him in his back.  Bull has been acting a little mean lately.  Ronnie told me one day he tried to get him.
I worked on the back wall of the livingroom in the Hut, putting styrofoam panels that Joan had given me on the area where wainscoating is going to be.  I'm going to use some linoleum as wainscoating there.  I had a piece of it that will fit pretty well, and it's not so thick.
I finally talked Steve into letting me put fabric on the upper part of the wall, and when I got it out, I found out that there is cutter's chalk all over it.  I put in in the washer and 'rinsed and spinned' it, and almost all of it came out of one side.  I'll have to iron it to use it, but Steve is now trying to talk me into letting him get some luan plywood to use there.  I would rather be a little more original.
I saw Brenda Lakins at the Down Home, and she's lost all her hair from chemo now.  I think she's fighting a losing battle, but I tried to give her some words of encouragement.  She looks bad.
Betty Pike's uncle died this morning in his sleep.  She had expected that he would be going soon.
There may be some trouble, because the 'son' wants some preacher he knows to hold the funeral, and the uncle had wanted his pastor to hold it.  The 'son' is adopted, and his parents have been paying his rent for years, while he's off volunteering somewhere.  It's a sad situation.
There's predictions of bitter cold next week, and I need to get plastic over the windows up at the bird houses, and make sure all the water fountain heaters are working properly.  The peafowl suffer so from the cold and wet weather.
The snow is beautiful, but, like many beautiful things, it's trecherous.