Sunday, March 27, 2011 AM

One mystery is solved.  Lynn (Steve's sister) is not posting on her blog because her computer had a melt-down.  I hate that I can't see what's happening with her and Jim.  She's fun, and I love them, so I want to know what's happening with them and their projects.  They work like horses on their home all the time (and it shows), and they're really busy with missions for their church (which they helped start).
It's been rainy and cold for the last few days.  The bad weather, coupled with my sinus allergy situation, has made for miserable working at Creekside.  The house is as cold as a tomb, and we can't get any heat into it.  We run the heat pump all day, and it's still warmer in the yard.
Steve Richards has toiled bravely on, even though he's shivering all the time.  He's not got too much meat on his skinny little frame, but he's a brave man, and works cheerfully.  He told me that he's so pleased to have some work.  They have been living without electricity and water in their house for several months, and he's so happy to have a payday.
I gave them some meat last week, so they could have something to contribute to the homes where they're staying most of the time.
He wants to 'work out' the payments for a camper I have down by our barn.  I'm perfectly willing.  He does good work, and Steve (Welch) wants me to get rid of the camper.  It's the same camper that the Byrd's wanted me to finance for them when they stole my calf and sold it.  They hadn't paid for it yet, so they had to bring it back when I fired them over the stolen calf.
Steve and I went to Lowe's in Jefferson City yesterday morning to get some electrical wire and supplies he needed.  He was so grumpy the whole time, I wished I'd stayed home and let him go alone.  I wish he'd get on some meds.
We came back, and dressed for work at Creekside.  We stayed there until 10:30 last night.
Steve Richards and I tore out the room that had been panelled in styrofoam.  It was a huge mess, with leaves and mouse nests, dirt-dobber nests, wasp nests, and spider webs all over behind the styrofoam in the ceiling and walls.  Some of the framing behind the styrofoam was put together so funny.  They must have been drunk or drugged when they built that room.
Cherokee came about 6:15 in the evening, and started helping with all the mess.  She finally thought she could help by taking some of the styrofoam off the walls, but she cut her finger and hit herself on the head pretty hard.  That ended their day.
I worked upstairs alone, and Steve (Welch) worked on the electricity in the kitchen until we quit at 10:30 and came home.  I was too tired to eat supper, so just eat a few cookies to keep my stomach from rebelling when I took my night time meds.  I had to wash my hair, as I had spider webs, leaves, all kinds of trash and little beads of styrofoam in it.
After a bath and shampoo, I went to bed and slept like a log all night.
Creekside is good for getting sleep, but I'm sore all over.
It will be so nice to have lights that turn on with switches, like in the homes of cililized people.
Barbara Womack will be upset if I don't mention her, so I'll say that Cherokee and I talked about her some last evening, and Cherokee said that she was pretty nice.
Of course, I would never tell such vicious lies.
I have some drapes for her living room that I need to get down to Blaine for her.
I also want to visit the Queen Mother, but I don't really care to see Barbara.
So there, Barbara, you've had mention.
It's such a dreary looking morning.  I wish I could just loaf today, but the work is calling.