Friday, June 3, 2011 AM

Elaine told me I need to post more often.  I used to post every day, but I'm now so busy working at the new place, and trying to keep up with the work here at Clairemont.
I had a terrible migraine on Wednesday, so I couldn't assist with the loading of the cows to take to the auction.  Steve helped Ed Boling with then, and sent too many.
He could hump up a one-car funeral.
We had worked Tuesday night until 11:30 up at Creekside, and I think I was just exhausted.  I slept on and off all day Wednesday, and was so sick I couldn't get to the bathroom to throw up.  I had to keep a dishpan beside the bed.
I drank only a few sips of water and Diet Pepsi all day, and ate a half of a cookie.  I was as weak as a kitten Thursday morning, but I was able to get back into the swing of things (but very slowly).
Steve had picked up some corn for the birds on Monday, and had unloaded it at 9:00 Tuesday evening.  I asked him on Thursday morning if he had fed any corn while up at the bird houses, and he said that he had 'fed some'.  I went up there to find all the reservoirs empty, so I had to fill everything myself.
That made me late getting to Creekside.
Chaos reins when I'm not there, and nothing gets done.
Penny Bailey, the new girl, had mowed the yard with Steve's new weed-eater, and it looked pretty nice.  She said that the other workers had done very little while I was sick, and I could tell that it was the truth.
Late yesterday, Kerry, Penny's SO, came by and helped Penny and me hang the wall cabinets in the kitchen.  He did a masterful job, and the kitchen is taking shape now.
Steve told me that I should hire him to take over the management of the work site, and I want to.  All the workers are getting out of hand, and I can't be there all the time.
We saw Penny while at the Down Home for supper, and I asked her if he might take the job.  She thinks he might, and I'm planning to talk with him about it.
He had told Fern (at the Family Dollar) that my workers were taking advantage of me, and that I would have to get control again.
He sounds like he's the man for the job.
It would take a lot of stress off of me to have someone else manage the employees and the work load.
Last night, Steve said that he thought the ceiling in the dining room would have to have the plaster removed.  He's never seen such a project, but it's a dramatic sight, and a HUGE clean-up.
It comes down in huge, gritty, dusty chunks, and it's HEAVY!
Well, I guess I'll have a little more fill for the front yard.  Rah!
We'll have a lot more dust for the whole house, too.
Where's the Sudafed?