I've been told by Steve's father that my last post did not get entered.
That doesn't surprise me much.
The progress at Creekside is going really slowly, again. It seems like the people we've hired lose their determination and drive really soon after getting a job. I know they don't share our enthusium for the project, but they've hired on to do a job, and I can't see why they don't take a little professional pride in their work.
Kerry has really slowed down, and on Friday, when I went up to pay everyone (in cash, of course) he was sitting around complaining of chest pain. He should have gone home, but he said he 'needed to make a paycheck'. I think you're not worthy of a paycheck if you['re not doing your job.
Randy is still working like a trooper, and he seems to never tire. I really like him. He's got a great deal of zeal for the job, and he doesn't cost so much.
Penny is not as fast or industrious as she was, but is still doing a good job. Her son, Tom, has been here helping some, but he doesn't have the work ethic his mother does.
He's a good-looking fellow, but is only 18 and his girl friend has moved into the house with him and his grandparents, and is about to deliver their first child. There's not much future there. He wants to work in the coal mines, and sees no future in job training for a profession.
He helped Penny mow and clean up the yard, and they did a really good job of it.
Kerry has built the closets in the upstairs rear bedroom, on each side of the entrance to the sun room upstairs, and they look nice there. The doors for those closets (which were salvaged from the old closets) had been forgotten out in the shed in the back yard, so he didn't know what size to make the door openings. He made them for 36-inch doors, and then we found the doors that were to be used. They're only about 24-26", and Kerry grumbled a lot about having to adjust the size of the openings. Those doors are really hard to match, and cost a lot when I've found them on-line, so he's just going to have to deal with it, or someone else (perhaps Steve and I) will do the job.
Not too much else has been done.
I got really weak and sick on Thursday, and called Dr. Little's office. They told me to get bed rest and not to talk unless necessary, and made me an appointment for Monday.
The bed rest came easier than I had thought it would. I slept all day Thursday and most of Friday. I slept at night, too, when I usually have trouble sleeping.
I feel so weak and tired, still. My legs tremble when I try to stand or walk.
Steve is making meals and doing a little light house keeping.
Sweety is enjoying me laying about so much. She's so affectionate. She still has fleas, though I've treated her several times. I keep spraying her under her chin and behind her head, so she won't lick off the spray.
I think I'm going to have to treat her with the pour-on Ivomec. It really works quickly and well, and I imagine it is hard on the animal it's put on, but this is a situation that calls for desperate measures.
I don't have many birds anymore. The thieves have stolen about all of them. They've took only one cage-full at a time, and only one species out of each cage, so I know it's people getting them. I only have 5 peafowl left, and I had about 20 back in the early spring, before someone started stealing them. I'd like to shoot the thieves. I suspect who it is, but there's no way of proving anything, so it's just my loss.
All anyone has to do is catch my truck up at Creekside, and they know I'm going to be there for the day, and they just come here and get whatever they want.
I'm surprised they haven't got anything more valuable.
This is the weekend for the Tomato Festival in Rutledge. I haven't gone in years. It's the hottest week-end of the year, always, and it's held down in a dust bowl, where the old high school is. There's not a breath of wind, and almost every year, they have to haul someone out of there because of the heat. They can have it.
Lynn posted the other day that she's more tired than in pain. She hardly ever posts anymore, and I wonder if she's depressed, too.
I hope everything is all right with her and Jim. It's been really hot there, but she's indoors all day. She shouldn't be suffering from the heat.
Steve wants to go up to Creekside later this afternoon to see what all has been done.
I'd like to go, too. There's not too much to see that's new for me. I was there Friday, and no one worked on Saturday. He says it's really hot outside.
Barbara went by on the ETHRA van the other day, and I waved to them. I was out on the deck. She took up a whole window of the bus. She's so fat. She's ugly, too, and her momma dresses her funny. She told me one day that she had to wade all the way through my posts just to see what insults I've given her. It's worth it, though.
Barbara, go on a diet, call Dr. Kaserman to get some plastic surgery scheduled, and buy some nicer clothes.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunday July 24, 2011 PM
I haven't posted in quite a while, and for several reasons.
1. Steve has made it almost impossible, by putting passwords into my computer which have little or no revelance to me, and I can't remember them.
2. I've been terribly tired and have so little time for anything that is not truely essential
3. I've been un-well
4. I've been depressed by all the exhaustion, work, heat, humidity, and lack of accomplishment
So, now I'm going to post.
It's not as hot today as it's been lately, and it's like a huge sigh of relief is going up from all the land. I think the humidity is still pretty high, but the heat is a little less.
I've felt so drained lately by all this heat and the humidity.
We're getting a lot done at the house on Cherry Street, but not enough to suit me. Kerry is quite slow, but he's pretty smart, so I'm trying to bear with him.
Teddy is not working for us anymore, but that's OK, and it cuts down on the payroll.
We've about got all the sheetrock work done in the sun room upstairs, which is a great accomplishment, as it's such a large room, and has so many odd angles to it. The new bathroom is about ready for the final sanding, too. I have yet to find a door for it. I'd really like to find one that matches the other doors in the house, but they're fairly rare.
I finally finished the insulation in the old upstairs bathroom, so it's cooler. I'm pretty sure we'll have to add some insulation to the attic, because I felt a lot of heat when I was up on the ladder doing all that insulation. It was just radiating down.
Penny and I went to Habitat one day last week, and I found a shortened attic stair, which would be good to use in the closet upstairs, if it will fit.
I got some more lumber last week from some fellow off of John Sevier Pike at a really great price. Some of it had been used, but he had all the nails out of it. It's 2X10's, 2X12's, and some smaller lumber, but it will probably all be used.
We still have a laundry room to build onto the north-east end of the house, outside the kitchen. I don't know where all the money and labor is going to come from. I guess I"ll get to do a lot of the work.
Kerry re-set the smaller window in the new upstairs window this week. It had been put in incorrectly before. I was amazed at all the heat that comes in, even through double-insulated glass. Penny and I put a curtain over it to stop some of the heat.
We have had to run the air conditioners all day, every day, to try to keep from falling over from heat exhaustion. The heat has been oppressive.
I've left there several nights without a dry thread on me, and I've been so tired that I wasn't sure I'd make it home.
Last night was one of those nights that were like hell for me. My feet hurt and burned like I had been wading through acid, and I didn't get to sleep until after 5:00 this morning. I had taken several pain relievers and two sleeping pills, but my feet were thrashing about like fish out of water, and I couldn't get easy enough to rest.
I've taken it pretty easy today, only going out for cat food and a sandwich for myself from the Sub-Way shop. I just couldn't cook...not anything.
I did a quick run-through for the birds, then got inside, where it wasn't so hot.
I rinsed out some bottles today, and filled them with our well water to take up to Creekside. I'm trying to push fluids, and I can't drink that chlorinated water. It tastes like bleach to me.
One of my old buddies from UT (University and Hospital) was in the obituaries this week. She was younger than I am, and it's depressing to see my younger friends die off. She had been a lot of fun while we were in school together. She always chewed bubble gum, and blew huge bubbles, so I called her 'Blowface'. Her name was Jackie Brown, and she lived in Blount County.
She had worked at UT hospital most of her life, I think, and died there.
I'm hot and tired, and my feet are beginning to burn, so I'm making this a little short, so I can start taking pain meds.
I haven't mentioned Barbara yet. She's still fat, and I'll bet this hot weather has been hard on her.
She's still ugly, too. And her momma dresses her funny.
1. Steve has made it almost impossible, by putting passwords into my computer which have little or no revelance to me, and I can't remember them.
2. I've been terribly tired and have so little time for anything that is not truely essential
3. I've been un-well
4. I've been depressed by all the exhaustion, work, heat, humidity, and lack of accomplishment
So, now I'm going to post.
It's not as hot today as it's been lately, and it's like a huge sigh of relief is going up from all the land. I think the humidity is still pretty high, but the heat is a little less.
I've felt so drained lately by all this heat and the humidity.
We're getting a lot done at the house on Cherry Street, but not enough to suit me. Kerry is quite slow, but he's pretty smart, so I'm trying to bear with him.
Teddy is not working for us anymore, but that's OK, and it cuts down on the payroll.
We've about got all the sheetrock work done in the sun room upstairs, which is a great accomplishment, as it's such a large room, and has so many odd angles to it. The new bathroom is about ready for the final sanding, too. I have yet to find a door for it. I'd really like to find one that matches the other doors in the house, but they're fairly rare.
I finally finished the insulation in the old upstairs bathroom, so it's cooler. I'm pretty sure we'll have to add some insulation to the attic, because I felt a lot of heat when I was up on the ladder doing all that insulation. It was just radiating down.
Penny and I went to Habitat one day last week, and I found a shortened attic stair, which would be good to use in the closet upstairs, if it will fit.
I got some more lumber last week from some fellow off of John Sevier Pike at a really great price. Some of it had been used, but he had all the nails out of it. It's 2X10's, 2X12's, and some smaller lumber, but it will probably all be used.
We still have a laundry room to build onto the north-east end of the house, outside the kitchen. I don't know where all the money and labor is going to come from. I guess I"ll get to do a lot of the work.
Kerry re-set the smaller window in the new upstairs window this week. It had been put in incorrectly before. I was amazed at all the heat that comes in, even through double-insulated glass. Penny and I put a curtain over it to stop some of the heat.
We have had to run the air conditioners all day, every day, to try to keep from falling over from heat exhaustion. The heat has been oppressive.
I've left there several nights without a dry thread on me, and I've been so tired that I wasn't sure I'd make it home.
Last night was one of those nights that were like hell for me. My feet hurt and burned like I had been wading through acid, and I didn't get to sleep until after 5:00 this morning. I had taken several pain relievers and two sleeping pills, but my feet were thrashing about like fish out of water, and I couldn't get easy enough to rest.
I've taken it pretty easy today, only going out for cat food and a sandwich for myself from the Sub-Way shop. I just couldn't cook...not anything.
I did a quick run-through for the birds, then got inside, where it wasn't so hot.
I rinsed out some bottles today, and filled them with our well water to take up to Creekside. I'm trying to push fluids, and I can't drink that chlorinated water. It tastes like bleach to me.
One of my old buddies from UT (University and Hospital) was in the obituaries this week. She was younger than I am, and it's depressing to see my younger friends die off. She had been a lot of fun while we were in school together. She always chewed bubble gum, and blew huge bubbles, so I called her 'Blowface'. Her name was Jackie Brown, and she lived in Blount County.
She had worked at UT hospital most of her life, I think, and died there.
I'm hot and tired, and my feet are beginning to burn, so I'm making this a little short, so I can start taking pain meds.
I haven't mentioned Barbara yet. She's still fat, and I'll bet this hot weather has been hard on her.
She's still ugly, too. And her momma dresses her funny.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011, PM
I suppose I should give an update on my medical condition to those who are followers.
My surgery went like a breeze this morning. Steve managed to get me there a half-hour late, but my doctor was patiently waiting for me in the hallway outside the surgical unit. He greeted me nicely when he saw me, and I chided him for not letting me know that he's married to Jenifer Little, who is a prominant Republican woman in Grainger County. He liked that I had found him out. I think he has a pretty good sense of humor, and he has a really likable bedside manner.
The same nurses took care of me who had done my pre-admittance work-up, and I liked that. Lakeway is a rather small hospital, but they're definately well-supplied and well-staffed. I was truely impressed with them.
My surgery only took about 45 minutes, and I had excellent care and service.
It's a fairly new hospital, and still squeeky clean. There was a nursing student there who I had met when she had a garage sale, and she recognised me and asked about the things I had bought from her. I guess I had made an impression on her.
We stopped at Creekside on the way home, and they were all surprised to see me looking so alert and composed, but I felt fairly good, and my mouth was still numb from the locals I'd had.
I'm pretty swollen now, and I'm pretty sore, but my throat feels so much clearer without those nodules in there.
The food which Barbara had cooked and sent along to keep Steve and me fed is much appreciated, and Steve made the joke that I'd have to think of something else to have taken out the next time he's home, so we can get more good cooking.
She made my favorite dish, which is chicken and ham cooked together in a gravy, and is soft to eat, and incredibly delicious. She sent along enough food to feed a camp meeting, and it's all looking good and makes my appetite keen.
Steve had insisted that I lay about pretty much all of today, and I've enjoyed being inside out of the oppresive heat and humidity. I sat up and painted a little on some crafts, but it tired me, so I didn't mind laying down a little more.
The house at Creekside is coming along so well. I'm so pleased with the wonder gang I've got there, and Penny and Kerry are managing things so well. She works like about 10 men, and she learns so fast. If I'm able tomorrow, I want her to go with me to find another window for the dining room to put in the north-east wall where one had been a long time ago. There had not been one there for many years, but it looked like there should be one there, so I'm going to try to find something that works. She's a way better driver than I am, and she makes shopping so easy. She carries everything to the truck, or pulls the truck to the door to make loading so easy. She has a good memory for things we need, too, and my memory is terrible about such things.
Steve and I are both still battling sinus problems, with runny noses, bleary eyes, and congestion, and nothing seems to help it. I've had it for several weeks, so I know it's not a traditional cold or the flu.
Mary told me today that she's going out to Seattle to help take care of Jack, our oldest living brother, until he dies. He's been given only a few months, and is suffering quite a bit. His care has got beyond Marti, his wife, so Mary felt like she should go and help there. I mailed her some medication for her high blood pressure, because she doesn't have insurance, and can't get it. I also sent along all the cash I had in the house, to help with her expenses.
Jack was almost grown when I was born, and I didn't spend much time with him while we were growing up, and he located in the Seattle area when he was discharged from the Navy, so we were never really close. But he IS my brother, and he is an awfully nice fellow, so I hate to see him suffer so, and it hurts to know that he will soon be gone.
My mother was so proud of him, and I think he was her favorite of all her children.
Out little house cat, Sweety, is so much company, and loves me way more than Steve, which he knows is almost inevitable. She spends so much more time with me.
I'm tired, and I want to lay down again.
My surgery went like a breeze this morning. Steve managed to get me there a half-hour late, but my doctor was patiently waiting for me in the hallway outside the surgical unit. He greeted me nicely when he saw me, and I chided him for not letting me know that he's married to Jenifer Little, who is a prominant Republican woman in Grainger County. He liked that I had found him out. I think he has a pretty good sense of humor, and he has a really likable bedside manner.
The same nurses took care of me who had done my pre-admittance work-up, and I liked that. Lakeway is a rather small hospital, but they're definately well-supplied and well-staffed. I was truely impressed with them.
My surgery only took about 45 minutes, and I had excellent care and service.
It's a fairly new hospital, and still squeeky clean. There was a nursing student there who I had met when she had a garage sale, and she recognised me and asked about the things I had bought from her. I guess I had made an impression on her.
We stopped at Creekside on the way home, and they were all surprised to see me looking so alert and composed, but I felt fairly good, and my mouth was still numb from the locals I'd had.
I'm pretty swollen now, and I'm pretty sore, but my throat feels so much clearer without those nodules in there.
The food which Barbara had cooked and sent along to keep Steve and me fed is much appreciated, and Steve made the joke that I'd have to think of something else to have taken out the next time he's home, so we can get more good cooking.
She made my favorite dish, which is chicken and ham cooked together in a gravy, and is soft to eat, and incredibly delicious. She sent along enough food to feed a camp meeting, and it's all looking good and makes my appetite keen.
Steve had insisted that I lay about pretty much all of today, and I've enjoyed being inside out of the oppresive heat and humidity. I sat up and painted a little on some crafts, but it tired me, so I didn't mind laying down a little more.
The house at Creekside is coming along so well. I'm so pleased with the wonder gang I've got there, and Penny and Kerry are managing things so well. She works like about 10 men, and she learns so fast. If I'm able tomorrow, I want her to go with me to find another window for the dining room to put in the north-east wall where one had been a long time ago. There had not been one there for many years, but it looked like there should be one there, so I'm going to try to find something that works. She's a way better driver than I am, and she makes shopping so easy. She carries everything to the truck, or pulls the truck to the door to make loading so easy. She has a good memory for things we need, too, and my memory is terrible about such things.
Steve and I are both still battling sinus problems, with runny noses, bleary eyes, and congestion, and nothing seems to help it. I've had it for several weeks, so I know it's not a traditional cold or the flu.
Mary told me today that she's going out to Seattle to help take care of Jack, our oldest living brother, until he dies. He's been given only a few months, and is suffering quite a bit. His care has got beyond Marti, his wife, so Mary felt like she should go and help there. I mailed her some medication for her high blood pressure, because she doesn't have insurance, and can't get it. I also sent along all the cash I had in the house, to help with her expenses.
Jack was almost grown when I was born, and I didn't spend much time with him while we were growing up, and he located in the Seattle area when he was discharged from the Navy, so we were never really close. But he IS my brother, and he is an awfully nice fellow, so I hate to see him suffer so, and it hurts to know that he will soon be gone.
My mother was so proud of him, and I think he was her favorite of all her children.
Out little house cat, Sweety, is so much company, and loves me way more than Steve, which he knows is almost inevitable. She spends so much more time with me.
I'm tired, and I want to lay down again.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011 PM
I'm tired, but I do need to post, I suppose.
Jaime called me the other day to talk a bit, but when she heard how hoarse I am, she told me to not talk, but we would talk again soon.
I've had this problem with hoarsness sinse December, and it finally got to me enough that I went to a Doctor in Morristown. He is to do surgery on my vocal chords on Monday morning at Lakeway General. I went today to have a pre-surgical work-up, which seemed to me to be a little exuberant for modern medical standards. I had to have a blood work-up, an EKG, and a chest X-ray, which I haven't had in many years, even for general anesthesia. I wonder what he suspects that he ordered all these tests. The hospital, though small and recent in existence, impressed me with their efficency and patient relations.
The nurse who was doing my blood work-up got the owrd around right away that I'm also a nurse, so I got the Cadillac treatment. Steve found it rather amusing, but it's what he's come to expect from those who deal with me.
It's rather nice to be treated nicely when you're sick, and I've about had it with being so sick.
We took time to eat while in Morristown, and went by Oakes Salvage to look for some hardwood flooring, and I was totally worn out. I wanted to come home and lay down so badly, but we went by Creekside, and I got to work on some projects there. We left about 8:00 this evening, but I got the north wall of the upstairs hallway ready for sheetrock, and did several other chores, so I felt like the day wasn't wasted.
The sheetrock is now ready for plaster and tape in the middle front upstairs bedroom, and it is a relief to see something finally getting finished.
The carpenters got the new windows put into the front part of the upstairs sun room today, and they look splendid. They let a lot more light into the area, and they will give an outlet for a fire excape, should the need ever arise. I hope to have a roof over the deck below those windows someday soon.
There was a disaster day before yesterday. My purse was stolen from out of the pick-up truck. I had over $500.00 in cash in it, and my driver's license, several credit cards, two check books, and my savings account booklet from Citizen's Bank in Rutledge. Also my house and car keys were in it, so there's a future security risk involved. My social security card was in it, also. The greatest loss was my solitaire diamond engagement ring, which I had worn just last week, and put into the change purse when I got back home before getting into hard chores. It was almost 3 carats, and I cherished the memories of younger, happier days it siginified. I could have built another room on our house for what it is worth, but it's gone forever to me now.
It was stolen from out of the front seat while the house was filled with workers, so the thief had to be fairly brazen.
I had to go today and get a new driver's license, but I'm not going to bother to get a new SS card. My new purse seems so light.
I so wish the same were true of my heart.
My cold (or whatever it is) still lingers, and my chest hurts all the time from the coughing and the lack of breath. I tire so easily. I hope I can get some rest after my surgery on Monday.
I need to get a bath and get to bed now.
Jaime called me the other day to talk a bit, but when she heard how hoarse I am, she told me to not talk, but we would talk again soon.
I've had this problem with hoarsness sinse December, and it finally got to me enough that I went to a Doctor in Morristown. He is to do surgery on my vocal chords on Monday morning at Lakeway General. I went today to have a pre-surgical work-up, which seemed to me to be a little exuberant for modern medical standards. I had to have a blood work-up, an EKG, and a chest X-ray, which I haven't had in many years, even for general anesthesia. I wonder what he suspects that he ordered all these tests. The hospital, though small and recent in existence, impressed me with their efficency and patient relations.
The nurse who was doing my blood work-up got the owrd around right away that I'm also a nurse, so I got the Cadillac treatment. Steve found it rather amusing, but it's what he's come to expect from those who deal with me.
It's rather nice to be treated nicely when you're sick, and I've about had it with being so sick.
We took time to eat while in Morristown, and went by Oakes Salvage to look for some hardwood flooring, and I was totally worn out. I wanted to come home and lay down so badly, but we went by Creekside, and I got to work on some projects there. We left about 8:00 this evening, but I got the north wall of the upstairs hallway ready for sheetrock, and did several other chores, so I felt like the day wasn't wasted.
The sheetrock is now ready for plaster and tape in the middle front upstairs bedroom, and it is a relief to see something finally getting finished.
The carpenters got the new windows put into the front part of the upstairs sun room today, and they look splendid. They let a lot more light into the area, and they will give an outlet for a fire excape, should the need ever arise. I hope to have a roof over the deck below those windows someday soon.
There was a disaster day before yesterday. My purse was stolen from out of the pick-up truck. I had over $500.00 in cash in it, and my driver's license, several credit cards, two check books, and my savings account booklet from Citizen's Bank in Rutledge. Also my house and car keys were in it, so there's a future security risk involved. My social security card was in it, also. The greatest loss was my solitaire diamond engagement ring, which I had worn just last week, and put into the change purse when I got back home before getting into hard chores. It was almost 3 carats, and I cherished the memories of younger, happier days it siginified. I could have built another room on our house for what it is worth, but it's gone forever to me now.
It was stolen from out of the front seat while the house was filled with workers, so the thief had to be fairly brazen.
I had to go today and get a new driver's license, but I'm not going to bother to get a new SS card. My new purse seems so light.
I so wish the same were true of my heart.
My cold (or whatever it is) still lingers, and my chest hurts all the time from the coughing and the lack of breath. I tire so easily. I hope I can get some rest after my surgery on Monday.
I need to get a bath and get to bed now.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 AM
Yesterday did not see much done here. I washed several loads of laundry and put them on the line to dry. The wind was up a little, and they seemed to dry pretty fast.
I then went up to do some work with my birds, just to find that weasels/minks had finished off most of them. All I have left are my Frillbacks, peafowl, swans, and a few ducks. The doves don't seem to have been bothered, either. I'm totally discouraged, and thinking of just getting out of the bird business altogether. Steve has not encouraged me toward them in a long time, and complains when I take time for them, so I'm thinking of just giving up on them. He doesn't like any hobby I take up.
I was deeply depressed about the loss of my birds, and just went through the rest of the day with a downcast spirit.
I got the clothes off the line just before a big storm hit this area. There was a bit of wind, then heavy rain for about an hour.
Steve went to bed about 1:00 in the afternoon, and has slept ever sinse that time. I painted on crafts and did things that did not make too much noise, because I figured he needed his sleep. He's still in bed this morning at 8:30.
He'll get left behind if he doesn't get up and get going soon, as I want to get up to Creekside and attend to some things there, before the other workers get too far off in the wrong direction.
There's work to do.
I then went up to do some work with my birds, just to find that weasels/minks had finished off most of them. All I have left are my Frillbacks, peafowl, swans, and a few ducks. The doves don't seem to have been bothered, either. I'm totally discouraged, and thinking of just getting out of the bird business altogether. Steve has not encouraged me toward them in a long time, and complains when I take time for them, so I'm thinking of just giving up on them. He doesn't like any hobby I take up.
I was deeply depressed about the loss of my birds, and just went through the rest of the day with a downcast spirit.
I got the clothes off the line just before a big storm hit this area. There was a bit of wind, then heavy rain for about an hour.
Steve went to bed about 1:00 in the afternoon, and has slept ever sinse that time. I painted on crafts and did things that did not make too much noise, because I figured he needed his sleep. He's still in bed this morning at 8:30.
He'll get left behind if he doesn't get up and get going soon, as I want to get up to Creekside and attend to some things there, before the other workers get too far off in the wrong direction.
There's work to do.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011, AM
The sun is up, but Steve is not, so I have a little time to post.
Steve thinks he has the same bug that's been afflicting me, and he sure acts like it. I hope he's not as sick for as long. He certainly doesn't have the nodules in his throat that I have, so he might get off a little easier.
Betty wrote me that Von and Mary Ruth Riddle are being moved to a care facility. It's hurtful to know that such once-strong, capable people are now in such a state. Von Riddle was a Bishop in the 2X2 church, and was highly respected and loved by many. They always had a good word for anyone, and were vigilent in their testimony for the Lord.
Beverly and Mitch McMillan had taken in some young fellow to help him with his struggles, as he had leukemia, and they gave him a home and good medical care. He died (I believe) Saturday morning. Beverly always had a huge soft spot for any hurting person or animal. She's such a great lady, like her mother, Illa Brawdy, who is a lady I truely admire.
I wrote a short e-mail to Sharon Weirwill last week, but haven't heard anything back yet. I wanted to offer her some comfort and cheer, as she had started chemo last week. She has one of the most beautiful singing voices I've ever heard.
I slept fairly well last night, and I think it may have been because I took some Astelin (a nasal spray) and put it on my fingers and rubbed it inside my nostrils to stop the sniffles. It worked, and there was not nearly the drainage.
Mary Douglass called me last night to see how I'm doing, and she told me to try to rest all I can. Fat chance.
Barbara has offered to make food for while I'm down with my surgery, and Steve has requested some of her Jumbalia (sp?) shich is really good, but might not be such a good idea for a sore throat. She's a pretty good cook, if I must say so myself.
My little kitten wet the bed last night. She's done that several times, and we can't figure out why she wants to use our bed rather than her box.
Joan is back from her vacation to Montana to see her brother, and told me that she figures that this will be the last time she'll ever see him, as he's blind in one eye, losing sight in the other, and deaf in one ear. She loved the scenery, but missed the hills of East Tennessee.
She came up to Creekside for a short visit, and she said she is impressed with all we've got done. I wish I were.
It seems to take so much time to do anything. It's depressing to me.
Randy is working like a trooper, and he's got all the plumbing 'roughed-in' for the new up-stairs bath, the old up-stairs bath, and some of it done for the original down-stairs bath. He's such a nice fellow, and I like having him work for us. Rhonda, his wife, is so sweet, and has a gentle, lovable nature. I met their oldest son for the first time on Saturday, and he shook my hand like a little gentleman. They have three boys, and they're all so cute. Steve gave them all popsickles, and that won them to him.
Steve has been getting water for us to drink from the spring at Creekside, and it tastes so good. I want to run a water line from it to the house, so Elaine will have good water for less money than the utility water offered by Rutledge.
It's so hot, it's hard for me to work outside. I can't seem to get enough breath. My throat hurts all the time, too, and I'm just out-of-sorts. I need to spend all of today working on our lawn at Clairemont, trying to get it back in shape. It has been sorely neglected while I was 'off' with my abdominal surgery, and now with my respiratory problems. I hate for my place to look neglected and overgrown.
Our neighbor, Ted Womack, died last Saturday. He was a local 'character', and had run a type of junk yard for many years on his property. There is a lot of old auto carcases, wagon frames, and heavy equipment skeletons up in the woods behind their house, and, with the price metal brings at the junk yards, I suggested to Danny that this might be a good time to clean up their property.
That would cut down on the availability of animal dens and bee nests.
I had liked Ted a lot, and he would always joke a little when we saw each other in town. He had been declining for several years. His funeral is Tuesday at Bridges. I hope to attend.
I don't know if any of the employees will be working at Creekside today, but we probably will.
There's always more to do.
I need to get started on choring here.
Steve thinks he has the same bug that's been afflicting me, and he sure acts like it. I hope he's not as sick for as long. He certainly doesn't have the nodules in his throat that I have, so he might get off a little easier.
Betty wrote me that Von and Mary Ruth Riddle are being moved to a care facility. It's hurtful to know that such once-strong, capable people are now in such a state. Von Riddle was a Bishop in the 2X2 church, and was highly respected and loved by many. They always had a good word for anyone, and were vigilent in their testimony for the Lord.
Beverly and Mitch McMillan had taken in some young fellow to help him with his struggles, as he had leukemia, and they gave him a home and good medical care. He died (I believe) Saturday morning. Beverly always had a huge soft spot for any hurting person or animal. She's such a great lady, like her mother, Illa Brawdy, who is a lady I truely admire.
I wrote a short e-mail to Sharon Weirwill last week, but haven't heard anything back yet. I wanted to offer her some comfort and cheer, as she had started chemo last week. She has one of the most beautiful singing voices I've ever heard.
I slept fairly well last night, and I think it may have been because I took some Astelin (a nasal spray) and put it on my fingers and rubbed it inside my nostrils to stop the sniffles. It worked, and there was not nearly the drainage.
Mary Douglass called me last night to see how I'm doing, and she told me to try to rest all I can. Fat chance.
Barbara has offered to make food for while I'm down with my surgery, and Steve has requested some of her Jumbalia (sp?) shich is really good, but might not be such a good idea for a sore throat. She's a pretty good cook, if I must say so myself.
My little kitten wet the bed last night. She's done that several times, and we can't figure out why she wants to use our bed rather than her box.
Joan is back from her vacation to Montana to see her brother, and told me that she figures that this will be the last time she'll ever see him, as he's blind in one eye, losing sight in the other, and deaf in one ear. She loved the scenery, but missed the hills of East Tennessee.
She came up to Creekside for a short visit, and she said she is impressed with all we've got done. I wish I were.
It seems to take so much time to do anything. It's depressing to me.
Randy is working like a trooper, and he's got all the plumbing 'roughed-in' for the new up-stairs bath, the old up-stairs bath, and some of it done for the original down-stairs bath. He's such a nice fellow, and I like having him work for us. Rhonda, his wife, is so sweet, and has a gentle, lovable nature. I met their oldest son for the first time on Saturday, and he shook my hand like a little gentleman. They have three boys, and they're all so cute. Steve gave them all popsickles, and that won them to him.
Steve has been getting water for us to drink from the spring at Creekside, and it tastes so good. I want to run a water line from it to the house, so Elaine will have good water for less money than the utility water offered by Rutledge.
It's so hot, it's hard for me to work outside. I can't seem to get enough breath. My throat hurts all the time, too, and I'm just out-of-sorts. I need to spend all of today working on our lawn at Clairemont, trying to get it back in shape. It has been sorely neglected while I was 'off' with my abdominal surgery, and now with my respiratory problems. I hate for my place to look neglected and overgrown.
Our neighbor, Ted Womack, died last Saturday. He was a local 'character', and had run a type of junk yard for many years on his property. There is a lot of old auto carcases, wagon frames, and heavy equipment skeletons up in the woods behind their house, and, with the price metal brings at the junk yards, I suggested to Danny that this might be a good time to clean up their property.
That would cut down on the availability of animal dens and bee nests.
I had liked Ted a lot, and he would always joke a little when we saw each other in town. He had been declining for several years. His funeral is Tuesday at Bridges. I hope to attend.
I don't know if any of the employees will be working at Creekside today, but we probably will.
There's always more to do.
I need to get started on choring here.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011 PM
I've been too busy, too tired, or too ill to blog lately.
I'm still working like all get-out on the house at Creekside, and it's a weary-some project.
I still am amazed at how all the people who have lived in that house for all these years could have stood it. To me, functional plumbing, reliable electrical service, heat, air conditioning, and basic household lighting is a necessity. Sagging floors, stuck windows, drafts, and squeaky doors could be tolerated, but some things just HAVE to be there for civilized existance.
To make my work harder, I've got some sort of sinus infection that won't go away, no matter what I throw at it. It's been several weeks now that I've been really sick with it, and I've tried every remedy I know. I finally went to Dr. Duck, who sent me to a throat surgeon. He's got surgery scheduled for the 13th of this month, to remove some growths from my throat. I've been hoarse sinse around Christmas, and it never goes away.
I've had to be in bed all day for several days, and it's so unlike me to be in bed in the daytime.
I've taken all kinds of antibiotics, penecillen, and OTC drugs, but none have given me any relief, so I'm willing to do anything at this point.
Steve said that he was relieved that the Dr. did not mention the word cancer, but he didn't do a biopsy or anything, so he wouldn't know. He did want to schedule the surgery right away, though.
I'm just sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Food does not taste right anymore, and I can't stand water. Steve went down to the spring on Mr. Cabbage's property today and got some spring water, and it was good to me. It's the spring that used to be the water source for the City of Rutledge.
I hope to get a pump put there someday to get water for the house.
We've almost got the plumbing done now. Randy is working like a trooper, and he really makes his time count. I'm fond of him, and his little family is so sweet. It will be good to have another bathroom for when we're working there.
Kerry, Penny's husband, suggested another floor plan for the second upstairs bathroom, and I really like the way it looks. It's framed in now, and it makes good use of the space. The whirlpool tub in there fits so nicely.
I worked out a design for the tile for that bath, and it's going to look really nice. It will be all in Italian Villa type colors. There will be sconces on the wall, and a hanging light fixture that matches.
I started putting down the floor in the old upstairs bath today. I'm using 2X6 tongue-and-groove planks, and they will be lightly sanded and stained white, then coated with polyurethane for a polished look. That's the bathroom where the pink marble tub is, and it will look really spectacular.
The house is coming along nicely, but it's tiresome that everything is taking so long and costing so much. If I felt better, it wouldn't seem like such work.
I just don't feel well at all, and all the sniffles and coughing is wearing on my nerves. I hate sounding like a bear when I talk, and I hate feeling like I've been run over by a Mack truck.
Steve says we're not going to work so hard tomorrow, and it sounds good to me to have a slower day.
I'm just tired.
But I'd better emntion Barbara, or she'll be on my case.
So, Barbara, here's your mention.
I'm still working like all get-out on the house at Creekside, and it's a weary-some project.
I still am amazed at how all the people who have lived in that house for all these years could have stood it. To me, functional plumbing, reliable electrical service, heat, air conditioning, and basic household lighting is a necessity. Sagging floors, stuck windows, drafts, and squeaky doors could be tolerated, but some things just HAVE to be there for civilized existance.
To make my work harder, I've got some sort of sinus infection that won't go away, no matter what I throw at it. It's been several weeks now that I've been really sick with it, and I've tried every remedy I know. I finally went to Dr. Duck, who sent me to a throat surgeon. He's got surgery scheduled for the 13th of this month, to remove some growths from my throat. I've been hoarse sinse around Christmas, and it never goes away.
I've had to be in bed all day for several days, and it's so unlike me to be in bed in the daytime.
I've taken all kinds of antibiotics, penecillen, and OTC drugs, but none have given me any relief, so I'm willing to do anything at this point.
Steve said that he was relieved that the Dr. did not mention the word cancer, but he didn't do a biopsy or anything, so he wouldn't know. He did want to schedule the surgery right away, though.
I'm just sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Food does not taste right anymore, and I can't stand water. Steve went down to the spring on Mr. Cabbage's property today and got some spring water, and it was good to me. It's the spring that used to be the water source for the City of Rutledge.
I hope to get a pump put there someday to get water for the house.
We've almost got the plumbing done now. Randy is working like a trooper, and he really makes his time count. I'm fond of him, and his little family is so sweet. It will be good to have another bathroom for when we're working there.
Kerry, Penny's husband, suggested another floor plan for the second upstairs bathroom, and I really like the way it looks. It's framed in now, and it makes good use of the space. The whirlpool tub in there fits so nicely.
I worked out a design for the tile for that bath, and it's going to look really nice. It will be all in Italian Villa type colors. There will be sconces on the wall, and a hanging light fixture that matches.
I started putting down the floor in the old upstairs bath today. I'm using 2X6 tongue-and-groove planks, and they will be lightly sanded and stained white, then coated with polyurethane for a polished look. That's the bathroom where the pink marble tub is, and it will look really spectacular.
The house is coming along nicely, but it's tiresome that everything is taking so long and costing so much. If I felt better, it wouldn't seem like such work.
I just don't feel well at all, and all the sniffles and coughing is wearing on my nerves. I hate sounding like a bear when I talk, and I hate feeling like I've been run over by a Mack truck.
Steve says we're not going to work so hard tomorrow, and it sounds good to me to have a slower day.
I'm just tired.
But I'd better emntion Barbara, or she'll be on my case.
So, Barbara, here's your mention.
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