I don't want to start too early this morning with the 'real work' around here, so I'm hanging out on-line for a while until my juices start flowing better.
I forgot to mention that Renae mentioned my blog yesterday. She says that when she has another romance, she's not going to tell me, as I 'out' her on my blog. She loves my teasing. We have come to respect and love each other, and we enjoy the conversational sparring that's common with me and my friends.
I've been way too busy lately with so many other things that I've neglected my friendships, and I feel so guilty. Mary, my sister who lives in Halls, often scolds me for not coming to see her or call her, and I really do miss her. She's such a good woman, and I always enjoy our visits, but Halls seems like it's so far away when I'm driving down there. My time is so full of so many things, and I'm trying to get everything done so that when I'm down with my surgery, there won't be so much for Steve to do. He won't take care of details, but will loaf in front of his computer.
I miss Cecil, too. She's always been my favorite of all my siblings, but she's even farther away from me. I should call her, and she's asked me to call her every Sunday and up-date her on all that's going on in my life, but I forget.
I don't forget her. I'll remember her and her goodness to me with my dying breath.
I'd like to see Judy, too. I haven't even seen her to give her the Christmas presents I got her.
She's busy, too, though, and is always on the run, just as I am.
Lawrence says I don't love him anymore, because I don't call him, but I call him more than he calls me. He works crazy schedules, and I don't want to disturb him. He needs his rest as well as I need mine.
Some day all my brothers and sisters will be gone. I miss those who have already gone, though I didn't see them so often.
I miss Grandma the most. She was always so involved with us all, and outlived our parents. She was a woman on a mission. I hope she would be proud of me, but she set some pretty high standards.
I've been thinking of Bill Jr, lately. I don't know why. I've just had him on my mind. He was Aunt Dora's only son, and was so good to me when I lived with Aunt Dora and Uncle Bill in Illinois. He did the tile work in this house when we built, and it's so well-done. He was once the best tile-setter in the state of Illinois. I haven't heard from him in a long while.
I need to repair fences and get the cows back out on pasture again. The feeding of them while they're corralled is a lot more work. They can always find something to pick at when they're out on a field, but they seem to eat so much when they're put up.
I've got way too many irons in the fire.
Just a reminder: My surgery is scheduled for Good Friday at noon. Marsha Morgan is going to be my nurse in recovery. I told her I'm looking forward to seeing her lovely, smiling face when I awake. She's a good friend and neighbor, and an excellent nurse.
Cherokee said she'd like to go with me for my pre-admission work. I think she worries about me more than she says. We've become even more close in our friendship since Steve has been working for us. He's still doing really great. He says I'm the most amusing and giving boss he's ever had.
Elaine came for a visit at the house yesterday, and she's amazed at all the work we're doing. I think it's going painfully slow, but we've been moving all the stuff I bought from Jim Warwick, and it's taking all our time. The house is getting pretty full, and it will take a lot of time to get everything out of the way before we can do much more construction.
She took a washer and dryer that I had got in all that stuff from Jim, and she's going to try them out to see if they will work for her. She had been 'renting to own', and the payments were getting higher each month. I think the 'rent' was getting close to $80.00 each month, so buying a nice set (even used) is a better option for her. She has to watch her money, as the Family Dollar doesn't make their employees rich. She's LONGING to get in the house. I discussed with her a plan I have for cheaper water for the house, and she really 'on to' that idea. I'll publish it here if it works. You won't hear about it if it all blows up in my face. I have enough ignomineous defeats to tell about here.
Faune Gerber, from Nashville, often posts comments for me, and sometimes e-mails me, and her words are always sweet and comforting. She says she'd like to be here to help with all the chores, but she doesn't know how hard the work is. She would surely lose some weight.
There's a lot of 'heavy lifting'.
Well, my head is itching to get combed and put up, and chores are 'a-waiting' so I must get off this thing I both hate and love.
Lynn, it's time for a post from you.
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I posted......:)
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