Saturday, May 7, 2011 AM

This is not going to be a good post.
I'm just a bit miffed, and I feel that most of yesterday was a total waste.  Some days, it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.  But I might yet do a bit of chewing, just not on the restraints.
S2 wanted me to take him to Knoxville to get some 'Baker's Scaffolding' (whatever that is) that he aledged he needed to do the plaster work in the stairwell.  I suggested that we call Harbor Freight to see if they had any in stock, but he said that they always carried it.
We took off down to Knoxville to get a set, and we stopped at a couple of yard sales on the way.  We found a great laser level set for $15.00, which Steve said he needed for his work, and I bought it, with the understanding that he will work out the $15.00. 
When we got to Harbor Freight, we found out that they did not have the Baker's Scaffolding.
So that was at least 2 hours wasted.
When we got back up to Creekside, Tim met me on the front porch.  I could tell that something was wrong right away, and there was.  Orlando had left the work site, and only Tim and Chris, Orlando's nephew, were there.  Nothing was getting done.
Tim told me that Steve (S1) had thrown one of his famous 'Hissy Fits', and thrown building materials around, yanked electrical boxes out of the walls, and yelled at everyone and no one in particular.  Orlando had left because 'He don't have to be dealt with like that by a white man'.
He came back later, and told me that he would like to work with me any time, but he just couldn't work for Steve anymore.  He said that he thought Steve might be unstable, and he didn't want to have to defend himself against a raving lunatic.  He promised that he would come back when Steve leaves town.
I told them all that I would have 'Just a Little Talk With Jesus', and would have Steve present.
His short fuse and volatile temper are famous, but they can no longer be tolerated.  I will not have half the population of Rutledge feeling sorry for me that I have to live with a raving lunatic.
He needs to be on medication, but he will not take it when our family doctor has prescribed it, but I think something will have to be done.
These episodes have become a part of the fabric of our lives, but the public sector does not have to deal with him, and they are making it aparent that they are unwilling to do so.
I think he needs to have a Sister Worker standing over him for about 2 months, and his temperment would modify.  I wonder what Alma Bartlett is doing these days.
The peace is testy at home.
We came home last night to find all the cows in the yard.  They could do a lot of good eating the waist-high grasses, but they do a lot of damage to flowers, shrubs, and trees.
We got them put back in their fences, but they have now learned that fences can be broached, and they are getting harder and harder to contain.
I think it's time to have Ed Bowling carry some of them to the auction.  I could then use the money for work on the house.
I need to take a day and work on the boundary fences on the farm, but I seem to have so much to do at Creekside.  I'm just way too busy.
I want to go over to Jefferson Memorial Hospital today to visit Shawn, Cherokee's and Steve's son.  He's in there with a boil-type of infection on his knee, which has almost made him unable to walk.  They can't seem to find what is causing it, and how to treat it.  I could treat it with a kitchen knife and some animal medications.  I told him weeks ago to start putting triple antibiotic ointment in his nostrils about three times a day, but he didn't, and now he's in trouble.
Mother knows these things.
I haven't mentioned Barbara today, and she will be horribly disappointed if I don't, so Barbara, don't weep and wail.  I've mentioned you.
I need to spend some time alone, and the ride to Jefferson City will give me some time to reflect and think deep thoughts.
Barbara, ask the Queen Mother to pray that God will guide me.
Betty, if you're reading today, will you pray for me, also?