Thursday, March 4, 2011 AM

I tried to post yesterday about all the progress, but something happened to this infernal computer, and it dumped a very long, involved post.
I'm about to dump something, myself.
It's been really busy around here.
We finally got the water on at the new house. That will be a huge blessing.  It's really hard to clean when you have to go without water, and I've about gotten really tired of an 'outhouse' for a bathroom.  I don't know how our fore fathers managed, but they did.  I don't recon it would kill anyone, but it's nicer to have indoor plumbing.
There's a leak on the city side of the meter, but Jeff Moyers told me they would not fix it.  I'll just have to pay a higher bill, fix it myself (which I'm not allowed to do), or put my own cut-off valve on the line on our side of the meter.
Barbara couldn't believe me when I told her of this exchange.  She should get out more often.
I've been tearing up the slate in the upstairs sun room, and it's a choking cloud of dust every time I pull up another tile.  It had burst loose from the plywood underneath it, and most of it comes up pretty easily, but it's dirty work, and it's really heavy, so carrying it downstairs to store it until I can re-use it is a real task.
I think I'm going to put it on the new kitchen floor.  It's a charcoal shade, and will look good in a kitchen.  I'd like clear oak or white cabinets.
Steve is in real trouble with me right now....he used the awful 'B' word to me---BUDGET!
He should know to not use such ugly words around a lady.
Beth came by yesterday morning for a little visit.
Amy and Donna Kidwell came by yesterday afternoon to get the 50-cent tour, also.
Amy thinks the house is overwhelming, but Donna sees the potential, and encouraged me lots.  I learned in our conversation that she also has Fibro..the disease of the devil.
They both want to see it when it's finished.  So do I.
Steve cut up and carried about a million pieces of old pipe from under the house yesterday.  People had hauled all that stuff down there and re-worked the plumbing so many times, and never correctly.  It will be done right this time.
I think he's going to Lowe's this morning for a load of his own type of pipe.
He likes that store.
Everyone I have sent pictures to have positive comments about the house.
Betty Pike sent me a lovely e-mail to encourage me.  She's my favorite Sister Worker, and if I can pass muster with her, I think I'm doing alright.
Her father, Carl Pike, was one of the most exacting carpenters I've ever known, and a totally rightous man.  He's really missed.
He worked on our house at Maple Grove for us, and he always did the best work.
Betty has been really busy helping an aunt get moved, and she's also helping with Von Riddle, a man in the Truth.  He had a bad fall, and his wife, Mary Ruth, is in a wheel chair, so it looks like he'll wind up in a nursing home.  Betty will see to his needs there.  She's that kind of person.
Are there any more?
Steve is after me to get my surgery scheduled, so I guess I'll have to call Marsha Morgan to get her on it this week-end.  I don't want to go into OR without her there.  She's such a good nurse, and a good friend.
Lynn and I have been talking, and she understands me so well about wanting to make our new house a show place.  She has such good taste, and she's re-doing her living room now, so we have a lot to talk about.  I'm glad we're friends.
Bill, Steve's dad, called to compliment us on our new house.  Steve had sent him some pictures.
He says he likes to read about our adventures on this blog.
I had a female sheep to die in a breached birth of (I think) twin lambs.  She could hardly walk, then laid down and went into really heavy labor, and died during the night, night before last.
I hated to lose her and her lambs.  I have way too many rams.
Baby Ilic, the lady next door, wants some chickens, so I'm going to give her some of mine.  I'm going to give her the cochins, because they're so cute, and I think she'd like the way they look with the feathers on their legs.
She's getting into animals, and Mike is exasperated with all the money involved.  He's having to build the fences for her, and he's so busy, like everyone else.
Mary is going to work for me two days next week, and I sure need her.  I've neglected this house while working on the other one.  It's time to start yard work, too.  And repairing the top netting on the aviaries.  And cleaning the pool and yard furniture.  And the roof on the new house needs pressure washing.
Lots to do.