Some morning soon, I'll bet, I'm going to post on here, and I'm going to go back to 2010.
Well, that year is gone, and, as much as I'd like, I can't go back and change things or make them better. All I can do is look to the future. That's all anyone can do.
My 'pin pains' were horrible last night. Fot the first time, Steve asked me to leave our bed. I suppose he was tired of being kicked or something. He told me to 'go paint' which is what I do often when I'm having too much pain to sleep or if I'm too restless.
Yesterday was a really pretty day, but it was quite chilly in the shade.
I did things in the house for a while in the morning, then I went (alone) to Habitat for Humanity in Dandridge to get the countertop for my Hut. I also went to the jewelry store where I had taken a watch for a battery. When I had taken it in, the jeweler said the parts had flown everywhere when he took off the back, and he had to practically rebuild the watch. It's a gold, hand-made Jules Jorgensen watch I had recieved as a gift from a 'Gentleman Admirer' many years ago when I lived in Illinois with Aunt Dora and Uncle Bill.
I went by the Goodwill there, and I found out that it's smaller than ours. I'm shocked...SHOCKED! I thought the one in Rutledge was the smallest Goodwill in the free world.
I bought a few small items at Habitat, then started back to Rutledge. I called Steve, and we met at Down Home for lunch. I then went to Goodwill in Rutledge. I didn't buy much, but enjoyed the girls.
I came home, then, and got started working here. There's always so much to do.
We took out the old kitchen counter, and it had been installed in such a wierd manner. But it had worked. My new counter is 8 1/2' long. It's going to be nice to have all that counter space, and the drawer units I can put under it. I'm going to use it as a work table, I think, rather than have a big table in the middle of the floor.
Steve helped me take out the old counter and sink, but we had to wait until I put some insulation panels on the wall before we can install the new counter. I insulated the part of the wall that will be under the counter, and put a coat of primer on it to make the tiles I used more stable. I used the old ceiling tiles from the house I'm tearing down at Shannon's church.
I quit at about 11:39, and came in. It was getting quite cold. The grass crunched when I walked across the yard.
Steve made us a couple of cans of Manhatten Clam Chowder for supper.
I got a bath and went to bed, but then the 'pin pains' started. I flopped around like a fish out of water for most of the night. I don't know when I finally got to sleep, but I slept REALLY late this morning.
Ronnie called (he's so faithful) and fed the cows a bale of hay. I think Steve is going to get him to help him with some outside work later today. There's plenty of it to do.
Betty Pike's uncle Clyde is in the hospital, and she's about the only one in the whole family that is going there to be a comfort to her aunt. She's going to wear herself out doing all this.
She is one of those people who are a servant to almost everyone. She sure has been a faithful friend to me for many years. The other day, I found the gum wrapper that Ramona Clabo had given me to get me in touch with Carl and Ruth Pike many years ago. I had put Betty's number on it, when Ruth told me to call her daughter to get information on 'The Meetings'.
I guess Betty did a pretty good job, because I went to 'The Meetings' until we moved way up here and it became such a hardship.
Barbara Womack's old editor at the News Sentinel, Barbara Asbury, died. I know Barbara would like to go to the recieving, but it would mean that I would have to take her, and I just don't want to go. I don't like to go out in the evening.
Steve is still working on the security recording devices. He's so obsessive about these things.
I saw Lynn on-line this morning, early, and we IM'd for a greeting. She's having a hard time with her IBS. Thank God, that's one problem I don't have.
I need to get things picked up. Mary is coming tomorrow, and I like to get things out of her way.
The house really needs her attentions.
Something is going on with Steve. He's been almost nice lately.
Barbara just called. She's LONGING to see today's post.
She hangs on my every word.
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