I haven't posted in a while, and Barbara is dying to hear from me, so this is it.
I've lost track of what has happened on which day, so I'll just up-date.
The cows broke the fence and got into the Womack's yard one day while I was gone. I can't be sure where they got out, so I've now got them all in the corral until I get to raise the fences.
Bull stayed out for several days. He's such a jerk, and he's likely to become jerky.
We closed on the new house today. Rather, I did, as Steve is out of town. They will overnight the papers to him, and he'll sign them there, before a notary, and have them returned.
The realtor said this was the fastest and easiest house sale she's ever had. We bought it before it went on the market, and we closed as soon as she could set up a date.
We are still working furiously on the new house. Steve Richards is a tremendous help to me. He's thoughtful and knows how to do almost anything.
I've now got another helper. He was working for this man I bought some things from, and he had been sleeping in another man's truck cab. I couldn't see anyone treated that way, so I offered him steady employement and a place to stay. He's sleeping on two mattresses from a camper in one of the upstairs rooms at Creekside, which will maybe help to keep the drug addicts out of the house at night. I supplied him with sheets, a comforter, a heater, a TV, some movies, groceries, and we turned on the water heater. I had him move a small dorm-style referigerator into his room. He's so pleased. I think he needed to be treated like a man and not an animal.
Patty came by to see me this morning, but I was gone to the signing of the papers on the house. I'm sorry I missed her.
The grass is needing mowing at both houses, but I don't know when I'll have the time to do it.
We still have several loads of stuff to get from the warehouses at Jim's lots on John Sevier.
There's a lot of building supplies, so it's all stuff that I need. I really need more time.
Steve, the new man, and I went down to Freeflow yesterday and tore up some old shipping crates that were built from 2X10's for the lumber. They were really nailed together, and it took a lot of work, but the lumber is good to have for the effort. We hope to go get more, if the crates last.
It's little wonder that I'm sore at night. And in the morning.
It rained during the night and some of today, and it's cold. I don't know what to think about this weather.
I'm tired. Barbara will just have to amuse herself some other way. She does have a rich fantacy life.
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