It seems that my mornings are so rushed that I wind up posting at night now.
I can stay up as late as I want to, but I have to get up and get out of the house early in the mornings.
I rely so heavily on S2 to get the house opened and start the day there. He's really been dependable, and Cherokee is spending a lot of time with us at the house, which is just a bonus.
Chris Daily is working out well. He's the nephew of Kenny Daily, who is an old friend from here in Rutledge. Kenny has done a lot for race relations here. He's a respectable black man with NO attitude, but lots of good humor.
I didn't do much today, because I felt tired and wanted to rest. I slept a lot. Debby Shofner and Cherokee came by, but I didn't even know they were here until Debby called me. I was in bed, so I didn't go out to see them.
Debby is a hard worker, and I like having her to help at Creekside. It seems like I'm hiring a lot of help, but I want that house done so badly.
I hope to go over to Morristown Hamblen tomorrow to see Cherokee. I think it will mean a lot to her to have me visit her. I want her to know that she means a lot to me.
Shawn helped Saturday at the house, and he's really good with plaster, like his dad. He's trying to earn a little extra, as he's getting billed personally for his recent hospitalization. He spent several days in intensive care, and has no insurance.
He can work for me anytime.
Barbara told me this afternoon that she noticed a lot of activity Friday morning at the house. I hope the work begins to show.
She was in Rutledge to get her hair done at Darla Daniel's salon.
Graduation at Grainger High was Friday night, and there was a LOT of street traffic. The Sheriff's Department sent an officer to control traffic in front of Creekside, because it's one laned now. The cars were lined up for quite a distance.
I plan to mow the lawn tomorrow after I get back from the hospital. It's going to look like it's been chewed off, I'm sure, but it has to be done. I hope I don't shake my guts out.
My incisions are still a little tender, and there's still some swelling, but I have to return to full duty. The grass at Creekside is about ready to be mowed again now.
I talked with Caroline Friday evening while she was doing some of her yard work. She works so hard. She told me that she was concerned for me one evening when I stayed so late working by myself. I left there at 9:30 one night, and after 10:00 one night. She said she was worried that something might have happened. I'm glad she cares.
Jaime Combs worte me a sweet e-mail to update mo on what all is happening with her. Xaivier has been discharged from the military because of depression. She's afraid he'll want to live with them, but she's determined that he will not.
It's been pretty warm lately, but today it was overcast and began to storm this evening. That will make the grass wetter tomorrow morning.
I think yesterday was the day for everyone to run out of gas. Debby's daughter run out up in front of Windy Hill Farm, and we had to take her some in a gas can that we use for the lawn mower. Then, later, Chris Daily and Kenny came down the road, and run out of gas in front of Creekside. I called to him to let the car coast into the yard, and we gave him enough gas to get him to the gas station. Kenny was so drunk that he couldn't get out of the car.
I don't know if these people can read their gas gauges or not.
Steve said this evening that he's thinking of getting the swimming pool opened when he's home this next time, which is Thursday. It's about time.
I bought some chemicals at a yard sale last fall, and we'll save a lot on them by me doing so.
I would have enjoyed a dip last night, as I was hot and sweaty when I got home late.
The cats are going to forget who I am.
I need to get to bed.
No rest for the weary.
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