Sunday, May 29, 2011 AM

I guess it's time to post again.
I was up most of the night with a migraine headache, and Steve had to get me a tub to throw up in, or I would have not made it to the bathroom, and would have had to shampoo the bedroom carpet again.
I don't know where all these migraines are coming from, unless it's stress.  Shannon thinks it's my exposure to something (she doesn't know what) in the house at Creekside.  The air is changed many times a day there, with all the windows and doors open all day and people running in and out, so I don't think it's that.  We also have begun to run a de-humidifier there, so there's little or no mold growing there.  There's not even any running water except for in the bathroom, so I don't think it's anything to do with mold or mildew.
No one else seems to be bothered with anything like this.  I guess I'm just dying with old age, like Bill Welch seems to be doing, especially today (wink wink).
Lynn has been really busy working missions, which is good work to be doing, but she's not taken the time to blog.  It's a good thing she doesn't have a friend like Barbara Womack, or she'd get her ears full of yelling, like I have, because she doesn't mention her boring friends.
Chris Etters came by my house yesterday with the cute truck that's painted exciting colors from The Grainger Today, and Ann Casson was riding with him.  He pulled up, cut the engine off, and called to me that he was picking up all the beautiful women, and asked if he could get me to join them.  He wouldn't have asked Barbara, for sure.
I hadn't told her about that, as I was too tired to talk to her last night, but she will know in just a few minutes, because she avidly reads every word I print.
I'm so sore this morning that I actually bribed Steve to rub my back for me.  I won't say here what I used for a come-on, but it worked.
My stomach is still sore from the sickness in the night.
Penny Bailey is working for us now, and she's working out really well.  Her man is the son of a lady who is the sister of Agnes Fine, a lady from the Dante community where I grew up, and I remember her very fondly.  Her property bordered ours across Brown Street when I was a small child, and she and her son, Buddy, moved next door into a mobile home on a lot which did not border us later, when Buddy made enough money to leave the old home.  It was a rather small house, barely more than a shack, and I don't know how Agnes made it s seem like such a nice house for her and Buddy all those years.  She must have been terribly poor, but it didn't seem like it.  I remember it well, with a huge willow tree for shade in the side yard, white shingles on the walls, and tin on the roof.  There was a small front porch, and a drive way with gravel, but she didn't drive.  She had been widowed before I was born.
Kerry, Penny's man, is going to bring his mother to see me sometime, as she remembers a lot about the family, and I would love to talk with her about all of them.
Buddy committed suicide later in life, after Agnes died.  I supose he had built his whole life around his mother, and just couldn't bear life without her.  She was a really good neighbor.
I was glad to meet Kerry, as he seems like a really nice fellow, and he's good to Penny.  He has some physical problems, but used to be a really good builder, who could do finish carpentry like nobody's business.  He brought some pictures of his work, and I'd sure like to get him to do some work for me, if he could.
I don't know what he would cost, but I think his standards are pretty high.
Penny and I have been gradually pushing the yard further down the valley by clearing some of the stone and rubble further into the gully that is down at the far end of the property.  If I can get Jeff Sikes to ever show up with some fill dirt, we'll enlarge the front lawn a lot.  It will make the house look so much nicer.
We finally have the kitchen primed and ready for the wall paper and tile which will be behind the cabinets.  It dramatically changes the way the kitchen looks.  I painted the back door yesterday afternoon while Steve put the plugs in the wall, but I didn't use the paint I had in mind, and it was so thin that I'll have to give the door another coat.  I have some better paint I'll use this time.  Penny has the other door (which will go into the laundry room) cleaned, sanded, and the masking tape on the windows, so I'll paint it at the same time.  They will be red, which looks dramatic in the kitchen.  It really warms the room.
Honeysuckle smell is so thick in the air that it's choking in it's sweetness, and it's making everyone suffer with sinus problems.
The house at Creekside is much cleaner now that Penny's on the job.  She FINDS work to do.
We sorted the tools and put them on a make-shift rack in the living room to keep things together where they won't be so hard to find.  We would like to put them in the library, but it's not wired yet, so we put them where we won't have to move them so often.
I hope Steve can get the wiring finished this time while he's home.
It will be nice to have plugs in the kitchen.  We've had to drag extension cords around to be able to do anything for so long.
Yesterday evening, Steve, Penny, and I took a little stroll down through the woods to a spring Annavee Phillips had told me about, and we carried along a bottle to try the water.  It's really deep, and down in a small but tall cave.  Steve squeezed (BARELY) through the opening, and got the bottle full.  I was the brave soul who drank the water, and it was delicious!
I hope Mr. Cabbage, who owns the property, will allow me to put a small pump down there to get more water.  I'd love to be able to drink water without all the bleach taste that is in the utility water in Rutledge.  The water here is terribly expensive, as it comes all the way from Morristown.  They draw it from Cherokee Lake about 50 yards downstream from where they dump the sewage.  Not a very pleasant thought.
Steve will soon be through with his computer work, and he wants to take me somewhere in the truck, to keep me from working at Creekside, I suspect.
We are going to call his father to wish him a happy birthday.
I talked with Ed Boling yesterday and asked him to haul some cattle for me to the auction on Tuesday morning.  He said he could, and I'm getting rid of my herd bull, two young bull calves, and at least one cow that has been jumping the fence.  He's interested in the cow, and I'm going to offer him a good price on her, as he's a good neighbor.
He always hauls my cows for me, and it saves me a lot of trouble.  I don't have to keep a trailer for hauling cattle.
Steve says I can keep the money from the cattle sale to fund the work on Creekside, and cattle are going high now.
I wish he'd do the taxes, and we'd have even more money for Creekside work.
He don't want me taking money out of the bank for Creekside, so I'm limited on what I can spend there.
I'll just have to do more of the work myself, and way more slowly.