I don't know if I've posted already about my old friend, Jack Higgs, having a massive coronary.
He had trouble with his breathing the other morning, and told his wife, Marsha, that he needed to go sit on the porch to get some air. When she checked on him soon after, he was having serious respiratory distress, and she called 911. He was unresponsive when the ambulance got to their home, and he has not regained conciousness. His son, Jason, came by the house to tell me the news, and he came by yesterday afternoon to tell me that they were removing Jack from life support this morning. Jack had refinished many pieces of fine furniture for me through the years, and he had narrowed his list of clients to a very few, select people. I was grateful to be one of them. He could make a table top feel like satin. Jason told me that his father considered me one of his best friends, and I'm proud of that distinction.
He and his family are in our prayers.
Tim was at the house at Creekside yesterday morning. I got there about 9:15, and Steve and Cherokee were sitting on the porch, having coffee.
S2 told me that he had opened Tim's door and yelled at him to roll out and get ready to work. He said Tim mumbled something, and went right back to sleep. He slept most of the day.
I tried to keep doors closed and to keep things quiet, but Steve said he deserved to be disturbed, and went right on with his work without consideration for the noise.
People who have always had to work have little sympathy for those who want to loaf to rest after a long session of play. Orlando came around about noon, and Steve said he could use him. They work together very well, and I always like having Orlando around, as he's polite and conciencious.
He always tells me he's grateful for the work, and thanks me for using him.
Renae, from the Goodwill, brought by two young people who were wanting to work. They are Mike's children (I can't remember their names right now), and they didn't look like very good workers. I had to show them just what I wanted them to be doing, and they pitched in and worked really hard. I was surprised at their determination and willingness.
When Mike came to pick them up, he asked if they had been good workers, and if they had been respectful. He was pleased when I told him how they had worked and been co-operative.
I think they're nice kids, but their hair and piercings just don't fit in Rutledge. The girl was wearing pajamas, and told me she had worn them to school because she didn't feel like getting dressed for school that morning. She got hot, and rolled the legs up to look like shorts.
The boy told me his girlfriend is pregnant, and he's just 15. I'm appalled. I think their mother has more to do with their moral decline than Mike does. He's a really good father, from what I can tell.
Mike looked at our plumbing situation while he was there, and he's expecting it to take a LOT of work to get things going in the right direction. He says the kitchen wall will have to come back down to get plumbing up to the upstairs bathroom. I had asked S1 to get that work done before we put the sheetrock on the kitchen wall, but he insisted he could do the plumbing after the sheetrock was up. NOW we're in a pretty mess.
S1 stayed home yesterday to 'mow the grass'. When I got home last night, I found out that he had closed the gate over the driveway and turned the cows out in the yard. He had been playing with his new weedeater, though.
I dispair!
He says he's going to stay home today, too. I expect he'll be getting a lot of mowing done in front of his computer. Maybe we should get a computerized lawn mower.
I went by the Family Dollar last night on my way home, and found out that there's a conspiracy afloat. Angie Green, who used to be the manager there, has put in an application to come back, which would unseat Joan. Fern is trying to tangle up the paper work to assist in getting Joan fired, so that Angie will be able to just walk in and take over. Joan said that she would leave before she would let Angie have her position back, and Elaine said she would, too. Angie and Fern want Nina Owens to be working there, which would be a disaster. She's the wife of Rick Owens, who is one of the biggest pill sellers in Grainger County, and the Family Dollar would become the drug store of Rutledge.
I stated that if Family Dollar fires Joan, I would never do business there again, and I would broadcast to others that they should not, either. Joan has been a hard worker, and she deserves to be treated nicer than to just be cast aside.
I bought some clearance laundry detergent while I was there. It won't go bad, and it was at a really good price. I do so much laundry, and I want to be saving where I can.
It looks like it will be a nice day today. I need some up-beat thoughts. I think Steve said that there was rain coming, but the sun is shining on Clinch Mountain. I guess it could go either way.
I need to get hair done, get dressed, and get off to Creekside to keep things going along as well as possible.
Prayers for Jack Higgs.
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