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.
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