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.
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