Busy is the word.
Creekside is taking so much work and time. Steve is home now, and he's being a GREAT help. He usually spends about all his time on his computer, but he's been working on the new house even when I can't. There really IS a God.
I got some bricks, broken concrete rubble, and dirt from the old, old Rutledge High School building site for the old road bed. I'm making a 'retaining wall' out of the concrete that is not in flat pieces, so it will hold the fill dirt when I get more of it. The pieces that are flat on top are going to be used for 'stepping stone' areas around the fish ponds that are going to be put in the old road bed area. Elaine is really excited about the house, and she, Jeri, and Kiesha came and were a real help (Friday afternoon). They are so amazed at the work I'm doing. They've never done anything like this, and they don't know anything about it. But, they're all willing to learn, and are truely interested about what's going on. Not many women do know much about building construction and repair, and they're amused at how willing I am to jump into projects and get really dirty doing them. Jeri took a phone picture of me working under the kitchen floor.
I was pulling junk, broken glass, old water pipes, insulation, rocks, and (at least) one skeleton out from under the floor. Elaine was intrigued at this other side of my personality.
Chris has broken up with his loud, offensive girlfriend, and Elaine is so happy that she won't have to listen to all her noise and have the static in the house any more.
Jeri is pretty involved with her boy friend, and I'm trying to see him in her eyes. He has three ear rings and looks a little 'hippy-ish' for my taste, but he seems nice otherwize. Elaine defends him, so he must have some pretty good points. It's hard to get Elaine to say anything bad about anyone.
It's been rainy and really damp the last few days, and Elaine is about to go crazy over her flooding basement. The mud at Creekside is pretty bad, too.
All the plaster dust, soot, and general dirt is making my respiratory infection really act ugly. The recent cold and damp doesn't help, either. I'm so hoarse and my chest hurts all the time. When I came up for air while I was working under the kitchen, I could see my breath, and it wasn't the cold, it was all the dust I was creating and breathing into my lungs.
I'm going to die of lung cancer, and I don't even smoke.
Joan has been working so many hours, and I don't get to see her much. We miss each other. I worry about the stress and exhaustion she's going through. We usually talk on the phone several time each day, but it's not like being together. We're both so busy with so much.
She told me last night that Rick and Tina Owens came into the store, looked around to see if I was there, and just walked out. They're spying for Fern and her crowd, who want to get rid of Joan and either get the manager's position for Fern or get Angie Green back in the store.
When I told Jack Higgs about the plot, he stated that he would never go back into that store if they fired Joan or got rid of her. I wouldn't, either.
At the Goodwill yesterday, Angie told me that Renae's son is now diagnosed with Krohn's Disease. He's so young and handsome, and he faces a life-time of misery with this trouble. He has a really sweet personality, and he's mentally strong, smart, and faces life with courage, so he will be able to get through this, but I hate that he has this physical problem to have to endure.
Renae has done really well with her boys, in spite of the troubles she's had to endure. I like them all.
Angie's really stressed right now, too. She and her SO are buying a house, and all the frustrations of that are getting to her. There's two sisters that come to the Goodwill, and they are getting on her nerves, too. One of them, Rachael, has threatened to drag Angie across the counter and 'mop the parking lot with her'. They've been really frequent shoppers, but their loud and obnoxious personalities are making them a bit unwelcome.
I saw Betty there yesterday, too. She's a lovely lady who volunteered at the Goodwill for quite a while, but her job moved her, so she is just there occasionally, now. She's always loving and loyal, and is just a true pleasure. She gave me a big hug and a kiss. She seems to know just how to make someone feel good.
Steve Richards is doing some really great work on the house. He's so talented, I don't know why he doesn't apply himself, get his driver's license back, and become a millionaire. He can do almost anything with his hands. He's moved a closet door, finished the insides of two closets, and now is re-plastering the stair well and 'day room' at the top of the stairs. His work is amazing. He really knows the plaster business, and I very much appreciate his working for us.
He's fairly quite, but doesn't miss much of the 'drama' around himself.
Chris Watson came in to work Friday, and cheated me for two hours on his time.
I was late getting up to the house, and Steve Richards got me aside and told me that Chris had come in at 11:30. When he left at 2:30, I asked him for his time, and he told me that he'd worked for five hours. I paid him for five hours to avoid trouble, but I told him that he wasn't needed anymore. He has always padded his hours.
Steve Richards is really honest about his time, and takes time out for his lunch breaks. I like that honesty in a person.
Cherokee doesn't stay with him, though I wish she would hang around. I like her a lot, and we have good times together. She's really quiet, but has a pretty good sense of humor, and we enjoy 'bouncing off' of each other. She's worried right now about the Human Services keeping her grandson away from her, so she's glad that Steve has work. They have to make some repairs on their house before the children can stay with them. And home maintenance is expensive, so she's glad that I'm keeping Steve employed.
The stupid men who sold me so much building material have not been back. If they ran out of those amphetimines they were obviously taking the last time I saw them, they're probably still asleep.
I saw David Bean at the Down Home yesterday, and spoke briefly with him and his wife, who is Coy Dalton's daughter. Coy Dalton is a really good neighbor man who lives over on a piece of ground that Judge Daniel gave him many years ago. All their family are good people. One of the daughters works at the bank, and I always remember her parents to her when I'm there.
David is doing well after his recent heart surgery. He says he feel a lot better, and I'm glad that he does. He's away from the stress of his former job of Road Commissioner.
Barbara is distressed that I don't talk more about her in my posts. She needs to get out more.
She is so afraid that I'm going to go to all the yard sales and Goodwills and buy all of 'her' snow houses, hats, and pencil dolls. Well, I'm so much nicer than her (though I'm not as sweet as I used to be), so I deserve them.
She doesn't know it yet, but I bought some very nice rabbits (dressed as people) just yesterday.
She'll know it pretty soon, though, because she's probably sitting in front of her computer, just LONGING to read my most-recent post. She needs to get up and do some kind of activity that will get some of the blubber off her.
She's so fat that her waistline has two zip codes.
It's another dreary day, Steve is up now, and it's time to get all the dramatic excitement started.
Funzy Funzy!
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