This computer narrowly missed a trip to the bottom of Righland's Creek. I think it's demon's-possessed, and needs some of Aunt Kitty's Holy Water thrown on it.
It would't to anything for me, so I was going to just go to bed. I got into the bedroom, and an empty glass was setting on my night stand, so I just threw it across the room. It hit a large lamp, and the resulting noise awoke 'the sleeping giant' who had absolutely no trouble getting to my blog.
You see, my computer hates me.
Today was painful for me, having just had bi-lateral hernia surgeries, but 'the work must go on;'
Those useless men would never get any work done without my guiding hand and quick wit.
Steve (1) had FINALLY got the kitchen wired (for the third time)., and it's ready for insulation and sheetrock. RAH! it will look again like a kitchen. Steve took out the large rear window of the old kitchen, and he doesn't want to put in the nice long, yellow window that I think would add so much accent to the new kitchen. He just doesn't see things the way I do.
Horror of Horrors! Angie Bullock came by. She is one of the pair (she and Chad Byrd) who are the biggest and most prolific thieves in Grainger County. They've conned and stole many people blind. She started wanting to look around the house and grounds, but I pinned her down to a yard chair pretty quickly, to keep her from seeing anything they might want to come and steal later.
I'm glad Tim is there are night. They could steal the paint off your car.
They said they'd quit going to Sunrise, and I'm sure it's a relief to the deacons there.
They're living in a small camper, and I see some poetic justice in that.
Tim and I went to the Family Dollar to get him a cell phone, and they said they were through with lots of shelves and fittings, which we could have. I went 'Dumpster Diving' like never before, and Joan told me we could come back tomorrow morning (which is later THIS morning),
I'm getting sleepy and making many mistakes, so I'd better go get in bed.
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