It's way before daylight, but I couldn't sleep, and got up to catch up on writing.
I so enjoy the longer times at prayer on the mornings that I get up earlier. I seem to be so alone with God for a while, and it's a comforting feeling.
Steve and I went up to Creekside yesterday afternoon, though I really didn't feel like going anywhere but back to bed. Things do not go well when I'm not there. Children will play.
S2 had declared that the foam panels that Tim and I had cut and placed in the ceilings of the sun room upstairs were keeping him from putting up the sheetrock, so he had Tim tear them down.
That's double the money for the work, and I don't have the R-value that the foam offered. It's also a waste of a perfectly good product. I was not a bit happy about that action.
But, that's the type of thing that happens when there's not someone on the job to see that everything goes as planned.
Steve had gone up to the house earlier, and said that the men had not put sheetrock over the hole in the kitchen where the old chimney had gone through, and he had specifically asked them to do so the day before. He was frustrated, and told me I needed to get dressed and go up there to get things back on an even keel.
When we got there, the hole had been covered with a small sheet of sheet rock. That was one thing that had finally got done, but the workmen were angry, and you could feel the tension in the air. They pled sickness, and left very soon after we arrived.
Only Tim (poor soul) was left to deal with the pointed comments I had for the way things were going. I'll be there today, for sure.
Steve wants me to run Orlando off, because he takes the men to get beer in the afternoons, and that leads to trouble of all sorts. Tim acts totally differently when Orlando's not around.
Tim wanted to go to the grocery store, and we went to the Family Dollar. I hate the new arrangement they have now. I can't find anything. They're carrying a lot of new products, and it's working the laides to death to find places to put everything.
I think Tim wanted to be near Elaine for a few minutes. He's still pretty taken with her, but I don't have much hope that Elaine will ever return his interests.
Steve started putting wall plugs in another bed room, but he worked all afternoon and just cut one hole in one wall. At that pace, it will take untill late fall to get just the upstairs wired. I'm fit to be tied.
He disclosed to me yesterday that he's planning to either use PEX for the water supply for the upstairs bathroom, or tear up the floor to use PVC. PEX will require specialized tools, which means buying them or renting them (a trip) and I certainly don't want to create more work by tearing up floors---anywhere!
I don't (for the life of me) see why he couldn't just have put the water lines in the wall of the kitchen, which is directly under the bathroom, while we had the sheetrock off the walls.
His spirit of un-co-operation baffles and dismays me to no end. I get so frustrated with him.
There's so much plumbing work to get done, and he won't get even one bath plumbed. We can't go forward with much more work until the blumbing and wiring is completed, and he doesn't want anyone else to do anything about these two jobs. The toilet in the downstairs bath (the only one working) is STILL flushing hot water down the drain, and Steve keeps saying he'll fix it when he feels like it. I sometimes wonder if it would make him feel differently if I went up the side of his head with a 2X4.
At Clairemont, the grass still hasn't been mowed, and the pasture fences are still not repaired.
I have seen for sure that I cannot be ill again. Everything that needs to be done depends on me.
He has fed the cows, but they'd be much better off if they were on pasture.
He has fed my birds for me while I've had this virus (?), and I so appreciate that.
The biggest gripes I have is that he's taking so long to do the wiring and plumbing at Creekside, and he hasn't got the grass mowed at Clairemont. He knows how important these things are to me, and he seems to be taking his time with these jobs.
He joked yesterday afternoon that he was going to weed-eat me a path to the barn and to the bird houses, and just forget the rest of the yard. We were not amused.
It seems like I'm griping a lot, but my frustration level is really high. I've got to let it out, or I'll have a migraine. I don't have the time to be in bed for another day.
I guess I'll have to be hitting the pain pills pretty heavily today, so that I can keep going and get the work done that HAS to be done.
Mike's kids are doing pretty well with the jobs I've given them to do. They seem to get along fairly well, and they're strong. You only have to show them once how to do anything, and they catch on.
I'm glad to have them for the help they give me. They can do the menial tasks that have to be done, but I don't have the time to get to.
Renae brought them by yesterday, and we sat and talked for a while before she went off with Mike to do something somewhere else. She told me that she had bragged all over about the house and what we're doing with it. I'm glad someone can see some improvement. I just see it being a mess, and needing a lot of work.
We gossipped a little about her work at the Goodwill. Carzel has quit, due to not having a car regularly, and because of some family issues. She is getting a little forgetful, and I wonder if she's in the early stages of Alzhimers. She's such a sweet lady, and I'd hate to see her lose her capacities and capabilities. She worries a lot about her family, and she may just be distracted.
Renae told me that she misses me being there as a volunteer, and I assured her that I really miss it, too. She's a good manager, with great people skills, and I really enjoy working with her.
When she first came to Goodwill, I would have never thought she would become the efficient, detail-oriented manager she is. She seemed so shy and quiet way back then. Now she's bubbly and confident. I don't know if she's grown or if I just had the wrong first impression. Perhaps a little of both.
They had fried chicken at the Down Home last night, and Steve and I went there for supper. It was really good, and Dawn gave us such good service. She's another lady who is rather quiet, but works hard and is super-friendly. I have a real affection for her.
I've been 'venting' on this blog so long that daylight is creeping across the horizon, and the world is awakening. Soon, there will be the sounds of other people, and my 'gloaming' time will be gone.
I hope for good weather today. There's lots to get done.
I want to thank Faune Gerber for her sweet words of encouragement on my blog. She and Lynn are about the only ones who regularly comment. Lynn is family, and she's obligated, but Faune does what she does just from a heart of love. I like that.
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