Yesterday was another of those days when I felt like I did very little.
I watched more of The Tudors (notice, Barbara, that I spelled it correctly this time).
Those people are too twisted for color TV. Henry VIII needed to be on meds.
I painted on curio houses most of the day, and I'm getting a nice collection of them ready to hang and decorate with my little animals, shoes, and hats.
I've tried to use nice colors, but I know someone without a life will not like them. Well, things just aren't 'peachy-keen' all over.
Holston Gas is supposed to come this morning with the new tank for the Hut. I'll love having real heat out there. It's getting close to being ready to move everything into it.
I'm getting excited.
I've been staying home all over this long week-end, because I didn't get to the bank to get cash to spend on Saturday, and I'm broke. I'm going to remedy that this morning.
Some rude people wrote on Topix that they didn't like our bank. I've never had an unpleasant experience there. They're one of the top 10 banks in the nation.
I'm looking forward to getting back up to the Down Home today for lunch, if I can. I'm tired of my own cooking and eating junk food.
The snow is finally almost all gone. It's still quite cool, but I'm glad to see the ground again.
It's supposed to be warmer this week, and I'm really glad for that news.
I want to go to The Goodwill, too. I miss the ladies there.
I need to e-mail Carzel. She's the nicest lady.
Martha had me a nice e-mail this morning. I always love to hear from her.
Dolly got caught in the humane trap yesterday out by the back porch. I thought all the cats knew about it. I guess it's a new day every time they blink.
It looks like it's going to be a dreary day, but every day above the dirt is a blessing.
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