This promises to be a short post, because of time restraints.
I had to re-boot this computer this morning again, as it's doing that strange thing where it workd but does nothing.
Steve looked at it a couple of days ago, but has done nothing to correct the problem, so it's still messed up.
I was hurting and up all night during night before last, and thus felt like I had the flu all day yesterday. My throat was hoarse, and I couldn't even hum along with the hymns on BBN.
The kids worked at Creekside, but S2 was the only adult who worked.
He begun the repairs on the areas that we had disturbed when we moved windows. There's one more window I'm going to install, and a couple that we're going to repair, but this is getting some repair done to the visible aspect of the house, and S1 wanted that.
The kids moved the sand pile that had been in front of the house, and cleaned the garage, and it makes a lot of difference in the appearance of the house from the road.
Shawn Richards, Cherokee's and S1's son, is home from the hospital, but is still having some trouble with his knee, and will out of work for a while, as it's painful and he can't walk far or be on his feet.
Cherokee is staying with him quite a bit.
We are grazing the cows on the lawn at Clairemont, as the grass is out of control and the pastures are not adequate for them to graze there, and the fences are still not repaired.
I'll be glad when I can return to full service, as things are not getting done as they should.
I only have so many hours in my days, and just so many days in a week. ...and I HATE being sore and limited from my recent surgery, though I'm doing a lot better than I or anyone else expected.
I need to get the riding lawn mower repaired, and a new battery for it, and then get to taking care of my yard like I've always done. I don't want to live in a hay field.
I'm reminded of that Roosevelt hag who grazed sheep on the lawn of the White House during some war. She was so buck-toothed that she could gut a pumpkin through a picket fence.
I slept fairly well last night, with the help of several medications, including Lyrica, and I'm hung over this morning.
But I'd better mention Barbara, or she'll be upset at being left out.
I sure think a lot of her sweet mother, Elizabeth.
The sun is fully on Clinch Mountain, and I need to get going on chores.
1 comment:
Hi again, Claire,
Sounds like you are back working again these days. Hope you don't overdue it, especially with your Fibromyalgia ~ since over fatigue can kick up symptoms with a vengeance. I noticed you are taking Lyrica ~ was that prescribed for the Fibro? I'm glad you are getting some help here and there with Creekside. It's too much for you alone, especially recovering from surgery.
My sister, Dale, will be visiting this weekend and through next week, leaving Friday to return to Connecticut. I haven't seen her for two years ~ when she came to visit last time. I suspect we'll be busy with visiting around places of interest when I can get some free time from my grandbabies. Becky and John celebrated their 9th Anniversary (May 11). How time flies when you are having fun, huh?
Bye for now. Love ya!
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