Wednesday Febuary 2, 2011 AM

The threat about my discontinuing this blog may become reality very soon.  This computer and the modem is all hosed up, and Steve says I no longer know how to use a computer, and that I'm just doing everything wrong.  I've been working on a computer for many years, and NOW I'm doing everything wrong.  Perhaps it's time for another venue.  The computer has 'dumped' my posts for several days, and it's terribly frustrating to work hard on an essay, just to have it disapear into cyberspace when you want to post the finished product.
A brief catch-up.  Barbara and I went to Norma's funeral.  It was NOT a good experience.
Smith's had WAY overstuffed her breasts, and they stuck up way out of the coffin.  You could see them from the back of the chapel.
The singers were terrible.  The pianist did fairly well, but played 'Beautiful Star of Bethleham'.  I thought she sounded self-taught.
A few people came over to speak to me, telling me that they had known me for some time.  I didn't remember many of them.
Gary Satterfield did a fair job, but he's not my kind of preacher.  He 'preached her into heaven'.
Bobby was drunker than Cootie Brown, and could hardly stand up, but did not make a scene.
Yesterday was a dismal day.  Steve had an appointment at Dr. Duck's to get blood work done.
They just called to say that all his levels are acceptable, but his testerone is low, so he's going to step up it's dosage.  That means he just needs God in his life to make him a little nicer, and perhaps some classes in anger management.
While he was at Dr. Duck's, he let me off at the Goodwill.  Renae and Angie were the only two people in the store, and Renae asked me if I would consider coming back up later to do some volunteer work for them.  The sorting room was packed half way to the ceiling, and they were getting a truck this morning.
I came home, dropped Steve off, and went back to work for her.  She wanted me to unpack boxes and try to make room for the stuff coming on the truck today.  I worked for three hours, and you could really see a difference.  I bought just a few things, and Renae was so grateful for the help.
Cherokee came in about 30 minutes before I left.  She's not too quick.  Carzele started her afternoon shift at 2:00, and that helped.  I had to get back home, though, as the pot needed watching.  It boils often and furiously.
I worked on putting some insulation under the Hut yesterday afternoon.  That's a messy job.  Some of the foam rubber I'm using had been stored in my garage, and Steve (in one of his 'cleaning' frenzies, had piled all kinds of stuff all over it, so there was a lot of dusty digging before I could even get to it.
I'm going to cut it into sections and press it into the spaces between the floor joists, then come back with sheet styrofoam and cover it all.  That should make for a warm floor.
I had chunks of styrofoam in my hair last night, so I had to shampoo when I bathed.
I couldn't sleep, so I got up about 2:00 and took half a Lortab and a Benadryl for my sinuses.  When they kicked in, I went back to bed, but slept late this morning.
The sunshine is beautiful on Clinch Mountain.  It's really windy.  One of Steve's outside cameras blew down last night.  He had duct taped it to a board, which he then propped between two of the gables on the house.  There's nothing like having the great intellect of an electronic engineer to install mechanical devices.  It looks like Jack Higgs works here.
The sun/Son calls me.