I slept fairly well last night. We both woke early this morning, and it was nice to lay and snuggle under the covers a while. Steve usually sleeps pretty late, so these occasions are rare. He started to turn once, and yelped in pain. I asked what was the matter, and he had got stuck by a opened safety pin I had used to hold on the heating pad. I guess it's time to place the water bladders in the mattress.
I would like to enlarge the drawers in the pedestal, so they will each hold a full set of bedding. Our bedding is so thick (1500 thread count) that it will not fold small enough to get a full set into one drawer. There's room in the middle of the base to make the drawers about a foot longer each. I had asked Steve to do this several years ago, but it's not done. Perhaps I should e-mail him the request. He fried his computer yesterday morning, and took an old hard drive from another older computer we had around here someplace. He then fried it, too. Some mornings it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.
Yesterday started out by feeling a little warmish, but it was deceptive. After being out for only a few minutes, you felt the cold biting into you. The Hut was as cold as the inside of a refrigerator. I crawled under it to see if I could find some places to beef up the insulation, and I found massive holes torn in what little, thin insulation was there.
It's a messy and scratchy job to insulate overhead. I don't have much fiberglass batting to do the job with, so I'm using whatever I can find that I think will work.
I used some left-over memory foam mattresses last evening to fill some holes, then stapled landscape fabric to hold it in place, and to keep the cats from crawling up in there.
I tried all day to get Steve to help me with the floor covering, but he keeps stalling on me. Last night I was so mad I almost just painted the floor, and perhaps go back later and 'dob' it with other colors. Ruth and I used to do that when we were in the work together, and we had some really amusing floors.
I can't really do much else until this floor is finished, and I can move the materials from the front end into the bedroom.
I think I've figured out a way to insulate the walls in the kitchen and living room using materials that I already have. I'll post later if I get it done.
Barbara Womack, better known as the most boring critic in the Free World, told me that I had not written about New Year's Eve at The Down Home. Penny and Jerry gave a free food buffet for customer appreciation. Barbara got there first, and was going to get a booth for herself, myself, and Steve. Well, Jack and Cindy Munsey came in early, and each one sat in seperate booths with some friends who were already there, to hold the booths for later when the friends were finished with their meals and left. Barbara had been setting on a stool waiting for a booth, and this just really lit her fire. Lou Lou told her she might as well go to the back dining room and get a table. We got there before the food was served at 8:00, and Clarence Singleton joined us. He's such a sweet, though mis-guided boy.
A good time was had by all, but Eva Mae LeFevre was not there to play the piano.
Last night I came in at 10:00 and cooked a pound of turkey bacon and made toast for supper. I was whooped.
I hope to get more done today. Steve wants me to go get the counter top, if the place we bought it is open today.
I talked with Betty Pike, and, as always, asked about some of the friends I hadn't seen or heard from in some time. I was distressed to hear that Michael Blakely, Jr, is not attending meetings anymore. He had once been a worker.
She says that Lance George is doing well, and goes and picks up Norma Majors for meetings.
He's a really fine man, whose mother died not too long ago.
Well, to the work.
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