Friday, March 18, 2011

I haven't posted much lately, mostly because this computer won't let me into the site.
I don't know how much longer I will be able to post.
I've been really working at the house on Cherry Street.
Bobby has quit me, so I've had to find another concrete finisher for the front porch.
Steve suggested that I call Kenny Daily, so I went by Charlie and Ann Cameron's service station, because he hangs out there a lot.  He was there getting a tire for his car.  I suppose God is trying to tell me something by making it so easy to find Kenny.
He came right up to the house, and we talked about the pour. He's all hyped up about getting some work, and he's planning to pour on Tuesday of next week.  I think I'm going to build the forms, because I'm so particular.
I found some half-round windows last week from Brad Reynold's charity organization, and I got them to install above the windows in the stairway.  They're going to be so dramatic.
I also found a cellar door to use for the crawl space.  They look just like double doors for a house, and they're so cute.  I'm going to have to paint them, but they're already primed.  Most of the primer is rubbed off, though, so they need good paint on them.
I also found a set of old doors that look like they were the front of a built-in china closet, so that's what I'm going to do with them.  I'm going to have a china closet built in the dining room, extending into the area where the cellar stairs are, which is now wasted space.
I LOVE Brad's shop where they sell all kinds of things to raise money for the help his church does for abused women and children in some forein countries.  He's such a nice fellow, and I'd love him anyway, because he's Dorothy's son.
Dorothy was my hairdresser for many years, and she's a genuine friend, and a lady I greatly admire.
I'm making friends with the lady who lives next door to the house on Cherry Street.  She's really nice, but a bit quiet.  She comes over to talk and see what all I'm doing.  She gives me great encouragement.
We had a calf yesterday, but it just laid down and died.  It never got on it's feet, although I went out and tried to lift it up to help it.
I've still got a lot of corn, though I'm feeding lots of it to the cows and birds.  Thank God for Bobby and Norma, who picked it up for me.  I hope Norma is with the Lord now.
I had lunch with Barbara and Elizabeth yesterday, and later, dessert with Patty, a friend I re-discovered on Topix.  She's the daughter of Babs Phillips, who I've been friends with for many years.  Babs is such a glamourous lady, and has such a sweet character.  Patty is so like her in nature.
Babs is the sister-in-law of Anna Vee Phillips, who is a great friend, also.  Anna Vee and I talk on the phone almost every week.  She's such a fine lady, too, and we have a lot of common interests.
She drank water from the spring on the Cherry Street property when she was just a girl walking to school.  There was no bridge for Rutledge Pike then, just a ford where carts and wagons drove through the water in Richland's Creek.  There was a foot-log so people could walk across the creek and not get wet.  She said that most of the school children just waded the creek.  They didn't have shoes for the summer, just in the winter, so getting wet was not too much of a problem.  She's way up in years, I'd say close to 80 or more.
Jean Nicholson told me that her grandmother took music lessons from Mrs. Lowe in that house 100 years ago.  That old piano is still in the house, and plays, but it's badly out of tune.
I've got most of the kitchen floor out now, to be replaced with something that's not rotted.  Then I'm going to put on the slate I salvaged from the upstairs sun room.
I'm not decided what kind of lighting I'm going to use in the kitchen, yet.  I need to talk to Lynn about that.  She's so knowledgeable about such things.  She needs to come and look at the house to give me the best advice.
I got a price for having the cellar walls spray-foamed for insulation purposes.  I went into sticker shock.  I may have to do something myself.  My labor is free.
I don't have much time for the computer these days.  I'm busy elsewhere.
Elaine is chomping at the bit for something to do to help me with the house, but the work I'm doing right now is too hard for her and her dainty, pretty daughters.  I think Jeri would try to do anything, but she's way too pretty to do what needs doing now.
I had Randy Newberry come and look at the heating and cooling situation, and he was dismayed at the condition of the units.  They're all WAY undersized for that house.
He said he could up-grade them for me, and sell the old units, as they're still under warranty, but that's just another cost that I'm not willing to undertake right now.  There needs to be more duct work done, too, but I have the flexi-duct, and Steve and I might do some of that.
He was astonished at how cold the cellar is.  He said it reminded him of his younger days when he worked in a coal mine in Virginia.  We can't figure out how it is so cold there.  It stays about 40 degrees colder than the outside temperature.  I'll have to get busy and do something about that.
I burned another huge pile of trash last night.  Most of it was the old, rotten floor from the kitchen, and some brush from the yard. 
I've got laundry to get in, so I've got to get going on other things.
I hope the people who read this that are Christians will pray for me.
I thank God every morning that He's kept me safe in the night, and awoke me to His world in the morning.  I also thank Him for good work to do, and pray for the strength to do more.