It's been busy this last week.
We had another spring flood (they seem to be more often now).
It came during the night Thursday night. Friday morning, Judy called me to ask me to breakfast. I had already eaten some cereal, but I didn't want to miss seeing her, so I got ready and went right away. I had to drive through over a foot of water on Old Blue Springs Road, but I thought it was well worth it to get to see Judy.
I took her the knives by Vera that I had bought her for Christmas (we hadn't seen each other sinse before Christmas), and she was really pleased to get them. She had asked me to get her some last summer, and I had found some at a discounted price, and got her quite a collection of them.
She went with me to the new house on Cherry Street, and met Steve Richards (S2) there, and they talked about manufactured stone for her foundation. She's really interested in getting it done. She's so far from here, but Steve offered to stay in her pop-up camper, which would work out really well, being as his labor is so cheap and he does such nice work. He also knows that if he messes up, he'll have to answer to me.
Judy just finished her BSN degree, and was on the President's List all the time she was in school. She's now preparing to begin her MSN training. I'm so proud of her! She's lost a little weight, but I thought she looked well. She always looks beautiful to me. All of my neices seem to have done pretty well, and they all express love for me when we see each other, but Judy makes it a point to come and visit, and to invite Steve and me to her place for visits.
She took a liking to some lawn furniture I had bought from Jim Warwick, so I guess they will go to her house. I just can't tell her no about anything. I have lots of other lawn furniture, and I only have one Judy.
It's frustrating to have to try to work around the lack of work done on the electrical and plumbing at the new house. It slows down things that sorely need to be done.
We've torn off all the lathe and plaster in the kitchen, and found quite a few nests of squirrels, rats, mice, hornets, and mud-daubbers. The filth in the walls was incredible, and we could easily see how the house had been so hard to heat. There are so many holes in that lovely old home.
There won't be for long.
We finally got all the stuff hauled from the John Sevier warehouses, except for the floors of the carosel, which I think the men are planning to haul today. Two sections are to be used (end beside end) for the floor of the new laundry room at the house on Cherry Street. It's built from 2X6's that are tongue-and-grooved, so it will be a rather sturdy floor. It will also be pretty cheap, which I like a lot.
The white truck is still not repaired, as the men needed to take a day to get drunk.
They both wound up at Steve's house and piled up with Kenny Daily and some other toothless black fellow and got 'drunk as Cooty Brown'. When I went by there to get my cell phone, Tim said that he wanted to get home and lay down.
I took him by the IGA and got him some cottage cheeze, which he had asked for, and took him home to Creekside. He went upstairs to bed, and I didn't hear another peep from him.
I worked outside, mostly so I wouldn't bother him, and built the sidewalk/patio area in front of the entrance steps. It looked really good last night at 9:00 when I left for home. It's about half finished, but I need to get it finished before my surgery on Friday.
Betty Pike told me in an e-mail that I hadn't explained my surgery. It's for abdominal hernias, and they have been caused from weak inner lining of my abdominal cavity and from all the heavy lifting I have done all my life. Momma did the same kind of lifting and 'toting', and she also had numerous hernias. She had gone through surgery several times, but hers always came back. I've had surgery before, too, and mine came back, probably for the same reasons. They didn't have the teflon mesh at that time to keep the hernias healed, and mom just went back to lifting things she shouldn't.
I remember her wearing rubber girdles to hold her stomach in when I was younger, and she always looked pregnant. She (like myself) worked like a man, and it's little wonder she had some of the physical problems she did. She was quite a lady, though, and I often think of the work she could do when I'm frustrated with a project. I often wish she was still alive and well, so she could help me. When I lived on 4th Avenue, she had a key to my house, and I would often come home from work in the mornings and find out that she had been there and weeded my flowers or trimmed the yard. Cecil and Brenda helped me with that yard a LOT. Momma left a good example for her children...we all work.
There's so much I'd like to get done before I'm down with my surgery. Dr. Crawford says I'll be down for three weeks. Steve is betting I'll be up and about the next day. He just might be right this time. If I'm laying about in bed, it will just be so he won't yell at me so much about buying all that stuff from Jim. He needs to feel sorry for me, and not angry. I've got to play this one just right.
I need to get it all cleaned up and stored in some kind of order before he comes home so he won't 'go off' about all of it. He just doesn't understand my love of all my junk.
Elaine Ridenour has already bought a washer and dryer from me, and someone else has asked S2 about buying some of my stone. He might get some work out of that deal. I've got plenty of it, and it's certainly for sale.
There was a terrible accident at the new high school yesterday, and the news reporters from Channel 10 interviewed me in my yard about it. Two kids were riding in the back of a truck, and it was T-boned by a tractor-trailer rig, which jack-knifed trying to miss them. I spoke about the risks involved in riding in an open vehicle. I watched the segment last night, and I think I came across presentably. The reporters came back to the house later and told me that they had learned that it was not against the law to ride in the back of a truck, because it might be percieved to be discriminatory against illegal alien workers. Just how did this country get to this point???
We're allowing un-safe practices which are injuring and killing our children to accodomate the needs of people who are here illegally. I'd like to wring the necks of some of these politicians.
I learned yesterday, too, from BARBARA (now, there's your mention) that Breeding's Restaurant, a landmark in Blaine, is closing, and has been bought out by Weigel's, who has a beer permit. That should make that end of the county a lot more socially stable. Yeah, RIGHT!
I hope Vicky Vinyard gets busy with her lawsuit to revoke selling beer in Blaine. I saw her yesterday in traffic.
The weather was pleasant yesterday, but I think there's going to be some rain today.
I wanted to get the sidewalk done before more rain, because the gutters and down spouts leak above that area, and the water just pours off the roof, eroding that area. My lovely brick sidewalk will help to prevent that, I hope. It will be a nice spot for Elaine and her girls to have coffee and for Elaine to smoke, if she continues to. She always goes outside to smoke. That's just a part of her considerate nature.
I bought a stove and refrigerator from Beth yesterday for $40.00, which seems really cheap, but she owes me some money and a few favors, so it's not such a steal. The refrigerator/freezer is just a 21 cubic foot model, but it will be good for a back-up unit or for a double unit, where Elaine can use one in the kitchen and one in her (rather large) laundry room. She worries that the house is becomming so nice that I'll raise her rent. I won't. She's a truely good friend, and she needs someone to be good to her. All her family treat me like family, and I sure love that feeling.
Barbara told me last night that she's already cooking foods to send to us while I'm recovering from my surgery. I'd say there will be some of her cajun dishes, which she knows S1 loves.
I'm hopeing for her fabulous ham-wrapped chicken in the mushroom gravy, which is about my favorite dish that she cooks. She's actually a pretty good cook, and loves to putter in her kitchen, 'tweeking' recipes.
She so longs to read my posts, so I hope this one will start off her day with a smile.
I have asked her to tell 'The Queen Mother' that I covet her prayers for the time of my surgery.
Elizabeth is quite the prayer warrior, and quite a Lady.
My hair is dry now. I let it down to dry in the morning after I wash it the night before, and it dries while I'm on the computer. Then I put it up. I'm going to take a little more effort this morning, as I have to drive over to the hospital for my pre-admission work-up. I think Cherokee is going to ride over with me. Her company is always pleasant. She's already worried about me, and I'm glad to have such a caring person love me.
I hope I will have some time to repair the fences this afternoon. I hate keeping the cows confined. They need to roam.
I hope it's a pretty day.
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