Sunday, May 8, 2011 AM

It's a sunny morning, and I am hoping that today is full of light and sunshine.
I feel a sense of dread about today, though.
I don't know why.
I slept fairly well last night, and Steve said that when he got up at 2:30, I was laying on my back and not snoring.  I didn't know he had gotten up, but his knees were hurting him, and he got up to take something for the pain.  I think that someday he will have to have a knee replacement, but he vows that he never will.  He's broken promises before, and I expect that this will be just another one.
He's now referring to Creekside as "The Money Pit", which offends me some.  I love that old house, and I believe he does, too, and it hurts me that he says such harsh things about it.  It's like giving money to the church or a charity and then complaining that God has not given you enough to get you through.
I saw an old friend yesterday when I took Cherokee to lunch, and her daughter, Chelsea, wants to come and look at the building materials I have, and buy some for a re-modeling job her and her husband are doing on an old house they've inherited.  She has just graduated from Carson Newman with her B.S. in History and Religious Studies.  I hope she's not just another student of religion who does not know God personally.  She told me that Jesus must be happy with me, for making a future home for Elaine.  I replied that Jesus might find a great deal to be unhappy about if He examined my character closely.
I hope I can help them with the costs of repairing their home.
I went to Jefferson Memorial Hospital yesterday to see Shawn, Cherokee's and Steve's son.  He has a staph infection on his knee, which I had offered to lance last week.  He refused my offer, and it had developed to the point that he can now no longer walk.  He had drove himself to the hospital one day last week, and he's still there, in isolation.  Cherokee and Steve are not observing the standards for isolation, though I tried to point it out to them that this would be better for everyone.  They are taking turns staying with him at night, and both are staying a lot with him in the daytime, too, when Steve is not working.  He's really depressed, and I tried to cheer him with some of my infamous humor.  He laughed at me some.  Laughter is sometimes the best medicine, but he will have a long haul with the staph.
He's such a handsome man, and he is turned a lot like his mother.  She and I are good friends, and Shawn and I get along fairly well.  He sometimes visits at Creekside, and he's always welcome.  I like to joke with him some.
Cherokee had been trying to exist on some cheese crackers from a box, and I told her she needed a good lunch, so we went to Lisa's Barbeque Restaurant.  She loved her meal, and we got a plate lunch to take back to Steve.  He wolfed it down, and I suppose he was pretty hungry for real food, too.
Shawn is bored with TV (surprise!), and he has too much time to think about his troubles.  He's still not out of the woods for the car wreck he had back in the winter when he killed his best friend and accumulated quite a bit of hospital expense for himself.  I've talked with Dirk Daniel, to try to 'grease the skids' for getting him to defend Shawn if and when there is court action.
Steve (S2) saw Dirk and told him he was working for me, and Dirk told him that if he could suit me, he must be a pretty good man.  I like to think that Dirk likes me.  I sure think a great deal of the Daniel family, especially Muriel (Murrell) and Darla (Donna).
I went to a yard sale yesterday, too, and got some nice things for the house.  A lady recognised me, and I had to ask her who she was.  She's a member at Sunrise Babtist Church, and she remembered me from their auction and hay ride last fall, and from Barbara and I attending their Christmas program.
Steve (S1) and I worked up at Creekside pretty late last night, and we were both tired and needing a bath when we got home.
Clairemont is suffering from the neglect we're showing her during all the time we spend at Creekside.  I'm going to have to take a day or so and stay here and work.  I love my home, and I don't like to neglect it.
The grass still isn't mowed, and Steve says we'll have to get a new lawn mower battery.  I guess I'll be left to mow, as Steve is leaving town tomorrow morning.
The work piles up, but I'd hate to have little or nothing to do.  There's a dignity in hard work.
Faune Gerber recommended to me that I try Flonase for my sinus troubles, but I've already tried it, and it gives me migraines.
Steve was blowing black goo out of his nose this morning. 
Dirt is everywhere.
Oh, I haven't mentioned Barbara too much, so it's time to mention her.
She's fat.