I can't sleep (again), and I'm trying to make my eyes so tired that sleep will come.
I got up at about 4:30 this morning, and have worked hard all day, and I'm truely beat, but sleep is elusive.
Steve is resting peacefully. Hardly anything keeps him awake.
I've finally got the upstairs sun room ready for the wood floor. It's manufactured wood, which is like a thin plywood, with a beautiful finish. It's exactly the same floor as we have in the front rooms at Clairemont, and it's worn well. It's a little laborous, because you have to glue each piece in place, but it has the appearance of real wood floors.
The wall paper in the sun room is fabulous. I've created the look I hoped for. It appears that you're looking over a picket fence at rolling hills and Amish-like farm houses in the distance. It's actually two borders, but has the look of a wall mural. Everyone is stunned at how nice it looks, but I seem to have the ability to envision things and how they will look before I create them. It has been a lot of work, but a labor of love.
The floor, window trim, and baseboards are the finishing touches.
Janie had some stomach trouble today, and she thinks it's a new medication for her artharitus that's the problem. She says it's great for the pain, but such meds often cause bad side effects.
Cherokee brought a great pasta salad to share with us all today. Steve loves pasta.
It was warm today, but this evening, it's raining a cold rain and blowing a very cold wind.
I'll be glad for the wood stove at Creekside.
My respiratory problems continue. I'm totally stumped at what it may be, as are my doctors.
I feel so weak and useless.
It's hard to get a good deep breath, and I tire so easily.
The cows got out Sunday while I was bedridden with this awful disease, and Steve was not inclined to go after them. He told me he had walked the fence, and that there was nothing out of order. I went up out to check again, and the gate up into the woods was wide open. Footprints in the mud left little doubt that they had taken to the woods. They are still gone, and Steve doesn't want to help me recover them. He would have them up in a minute if it could be done by pointing and clicking.
I'd say some farmer will have them at the auction this Wednesday.
Stucco and Shawn are working on the ceiling in the old upstairs bathroom. They amaze me with their skill. I'd say their arms and shoulders are tired tonight.
Kenny Singleton, a local man, came by and expressed an interest in the camper I have for sale.
He's been a good friend, so I'm going to give him a bargain price. He's coming by tomorrow to talk to me, as I was busy today, and couldn't talk to him.
Steve is re-hanging the front door, as it was done improperly before. It's a beautiful door, with beveled glass and gold caming. It's eight feet tall, and very heavy, but a stunning door.
I've got a surprise gift for Barbara, but it's a secret, so I'm not going to tell her.
She needs a gift membership to Jenny Craig.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011 AM
I didn't sleep hardly at all last night.
I don't know if I've covered in my blog that Dr. Little said that my sleep study at the Sleep Disorder Center was inconclusive, because I didn't sleep enough...WELL DUH!
If I could sleep well, I wouldn't have been there. He wouldn't prescribe me anything to help me sleep, and wanted to re-do the sleep study. I should think that not sleeping well would be enough indication that a patient needs sleeping medication.
There's some mighty strange people walking around out there.
The Sheriff's Office still has not contacted me about the arrest and preliminary hearing for the burglars. He doesn't even know that I know the date of the trial, at which they'll be bound over to the grand jury. There's surely nothing grand about the legal system, and I plan to let them know about it.
Someone breaks into your home, you have it on video, they take your belongings, they then take your belongings and mutilitate them, sell them to a pawn broker for 'scrap gold', the police find out about the sale, catch the criminals, and there still has to be this long, drawn-out legal process .
I would figure that if they're caught in the act, especially by legal officials, that would be quite enough.
........and then we find out that one of them was on parole when they broke into my house. Just how much more outrageous can this get??
I'm not told anything about the up-coming hearings, but I'll bet the crooks are kept up-dated!
My nerves are shot, my health is giving me a fit, I can't get a proper diagnosis or medical care, and it's mostly because of some criminals stealing my stuff to fund their drug activity and good times. And, yes, I'm mad!
The work at Creekside is dragging along so slowly that you can see the dead lice falling off.
Janie is up-beat and cheerful, and ever-so-helpful, but Stucco's work is slow, slow, slow.
I had him to remove the shadow box from the wall in the upstairs bedroom, because Randy had broken it installing it. He nailed it in with huge finishing nails, and broke the delicate trim around the mirror. I got mad every time I looked at it, so I just had it removed and the wall plastered smooth over the place where it was to be set into the wall. I had especially framed for that shadow box, and it angers me that someone would take it upon themselves to damage it beyond repair by improperly installing it.
Janie and I went yesterday to get another wall-paper border to use in the upstairs sunroom. We had to make a trip to Habitat to get a load of foam mattresses, anyway, and it was not far out of the way to go by Knox Rail Salvage and get a border that we liked better than the one we had.
We had painted the sunroom day before yesterday, and we are now ready to wall paper it with a 'chair rail' height scene of a picket fence, with a pastoral scene behind it. It will make the room look very 'outdoorsy'.
We're already trying to match some engineered flooring we found at Habitat, and we're going to use that on the floor in that room. It's a large room, so it will take quite a bit, but it will be so pretty, and we want to get just ONE room finished. We've worked so hard for so long.
One of the borders has to be trimmed, and Janie took them home with her last night to trim them while she watched TV. She really shows an interest in the project.
It's been raining all week, and the ground is muddy and sticky. I can't see Richland's Creek yet, but I'd say it will be out of it's banks this morning. It's still pretty dark out, but not too cool.
The new wood stove at Creekside is a hit with everyone. They love to sit around it and gossip.
The foam mattresses that I bought at Habitat are to be cut in half and used between the floor joists for insulation. I got them for $2.00 each, which is a truely good price, and they will make excellent insulation. It will also avoid the prickly fiberglass, and the resilence will hold the foam in place. I got three truck loads of them, so they should go a long way. I bought three old knives at Goodwill to use for cutting them in to, so I won't ruin any good cutlery. It will be a little more work, but will be less bothersom than working with fiberglass overhead.
We are trying to get a lot of the materials and supplies out of the house, so we won't have to move everything to be able to make room to work. It's a hassle to have everything in your way all the time.
We erected one of those huge tomato-growing sheds made of metal hoops and heavy-weight plastic out in the back yard, and that's where most of the material is being stored.
It's sure handy to have a dry place for everything.
Steve slipped yesterday on the deck while he was putting up a porch light fixture, fell onto the railing, did a flip, and fell to the ground. He was badly bruised, and lost some skin. I tried to do a little work on him, but he couldn't stand it, so I gave him pain meds and sprayed him with some skin-regenerative medication. He slept poorly last night, too. We both sweated all through the night. I feel like I need a shower this morning, and I'll likely get one.
It's not foggy, and it's light enough now that I can see that Richland's Creek is out of it's banks from all the rain. It's not as high as I've seen it before.
I don't drive through the water anymore. There's all kinds of things that float down that creek.
I need to get my shower and start getting ready for my day. They are full of activity and bustle.
I didn't mention Barbara, but I made her mad a few days ago when I told her that I had bought 5 hats at the Goodwill for $9.00! They need a little work, but they are truely splendid, and I beat her to them. |She's the Blaine Hat Lady, but I'm the Queen of all Hat Ladies.
I don't know if I've covered in my blog that Dr. Little said that my sleep study at the Sleep Disorder Center was inconclusive, because I didn't sleep enough...WELL DUH!
If I could sleep well, I wouldn't have been there. He wouldn't prescribe me anything to help me sleep, and wanted to re-do the sleep study. I should think that not sleeping well would be enough indication that a patient needs sleeping medication.
There's some mighty strange people walking around out there.
The Sheriff's Office still has not contacted me about the arrest and preliminary hearing for the burglars. He doesn't even know that I know the date of the trial, at which they'll be bound over to the grand jury. There's surely nothing grand about the legal system, and I plan to let them know about it.
Someone breaks into your home, you have it on video, they take your belongings, they then take your belongings and mutilitate them, sell them to a pawn broker for 'scrap gold', the police find out about the sale, catch the criminals, and there still has to be this long, drawn-out legal process .
I would figure that if they're caught in the act, especially by legal officials, that would be quite enough.
........and then we find out that one of them was on parole when they broke into my house. Just how much more outrageous can this get??
I'm not told anything about the up-coming hearings, but I'll bet the crooks are kept up-dated!
My nerves are shot, my health is giving me a fit, I can't get a proper diagnosis or medical care, and it's mostly because of some criminals stealing my stuff to fund their drug activity and good times. And, yes, I'm mad!
The work at Creekside is dragging along so slowly that you can see the dead lice falling off.
Janie is up-beat and cheerful, and ever-so-helpful, but Stucco's work is slow, slow, slow.
I had him to remove the shadow box from the wall in the upstairs bedroom, because Randy had broken it installing it. He nailed it in with huge finishing nails, and broke the delicate trim around the mirror. I got mad every time I looked at it, so I just had it removed and the wall plastered smooth over the place where it was to be set into the wall. I had especially framed for that shadow box, and it angers me that someone would take it upon themselves to damage it beyond repair by improperly installing it.
Janie and I went yesterday to get another wall-paper border to use in the upstairs sunroom. We had to make a trip to Habitat to get a load of foam mattresses, anyway, and it was not far out of the way to go by Knox Rail Salvage and get a border that we liked better than the one we had.
We had painted the sunroom day before yesterday, and we are now ready to wall paper it with a 'chair rail' height scene of a picket fence, with a pastoral scene behind it. It will make the room look very 'outdoorsy'.
We're already trying to match some engineered flooring we found at Habitat, and we're going to use that on the floor in that room. It's a large room, so it will take quite a bit, but it will be so pretty, and we want to get just ONE room finished. We've worked so hard for so long.
One of the borders has to be trimmed, and Janie took them home with her last night to trim them while she watched TV. She really shows an interest in the project.
It's been raining all week, and the ground is muddy and sticky. I can't see Richland's Creek yet, but I'd say it will be out of it's banks this morning. It's still pretty dark out, but not too cool.
The new wood stove at Creekside is a hit with everyone. They love to sit around it and gossip.
The foam mattresses that I bought at Habitat are to be cut in half and used between the floor joists for insulation. I got them for $2.00 each, which is a truely good price, and they will make excellent insulation. It will also avoid the prickly fiberglass, and the resilence will hold the foam in place. I got three truck loads of them, so they should go a long way. I bought three old knives at Goodwill to use for cutting them in to, so I won't ruin any good cutlery. It will be a little more work, but will be less bothersom than working with fiberglass overhead.
We are trying to get a lot of the materials and supplies out of the house, so we won't have to move everything to be able to make room to work. It's a hassle to have everything in your way all the time.
We erected one of those huge tomato-growing sheds made of metal hoops and heavy-weight plastic out in the back yard, and that's where most of the material is being stored.
It's sure handy to have a dry place for everything.
Steve slipped yesterday on the deck while he was putting up a porch light fixture, fell onto the railing, did a flip, and fell to the ground. He was badly bruised, and lost some skin. I tried to do a little work on him, but he couldn't stand it, so I gave him pain meds and sprayed him with some skin-regenerative medication. He slept poorly last night, too. We both sweated all through the night. I feel like I need a shower this morning, and I'll likely get one.
It's not foggy, and it's light enough now that I can see that Richland's Creek is out of it's banks from all the rain. It's not as high as I've seen it before.
I don't drive through the water anymore. There's all kinds of things that float down that creek.
I need to get my shower and start getting ready for my day. They are full of activity and bustle.
I didn't mention Barbara, but I made her mad a few days ago when I told her that I had bought 5 hats at the Goodwill for $9.00! They need a little work, but they are truely splendid, and I beat her to them. |She's the Blaine Hat Lady, but I'm the Queen of all Hat Ladies.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Tuesday, 11/21/11 AM
It's a foggy, drizzly morning, and I just don't want to get started with my day. Steve is sleeping in, so I have a few minutes to catch up on my blog.
I still feel terrible. There seems to be no proper diagnosis, thus no proper treatment.
I've had a cold, on top of the upper respiratory infection that's been plauging me for the last year, and I sound like a cross between a fog horn and a demented drag queen. No one wants to talk to me on the phone, as they can hardly understand me. They say my throat sounds makes their throat hurt.
Creekside is coming along, but very slowly. Stucco is tired of working on that old house, and about everyone else is, too. Janie keeps up spirits with her hard work and the fact that she often brings home-cooked food for everyone.
We re-painted the upstairs sun room last evening, as the former nice paint job had become a little care worn. We plan to start the wall paper in there today. It's a chair rail that looks like a picket fence.
Steve worked on the overhead lights in the downstairs sun room last night.
He liked my idea of putting remnants of padded linoleum on the kitchen floor to keep down drafts until we finish the floor in there. It makes quite a difference.
Stucco and Guy (a new boy working for us) carried a lot of stuff out to the plastic house yesterday. It gives us a lot of room to work in the house without having to move stuff all the time.
More later.
I still feel terrible. There seems to be no proper diagnosis, thus no proper treatment.
I've had a cold, on top of the upper respiratory infection that's been plauging me for the last year, and I sound like a cross between a fog horn and a demented drag queen. No one wants to talk to me on the phone, as they can hardly understand me. They say my throat sounds makes their throat hurt.
Creekside is coming along, but very slowly. Stucco is tired of working on that old house, and about everyone else is, too. Janie keeps up spirits with her hard work and the fact that she often brings home-cooked food for everyone.
We re-painted the upstairs sun room last evening, as the former nice paint job had become a little care worn. We plan to start the wall paper in there today. It's a chair rail that looks like a picket fence.
Steve worked on the overhead lights in the downstairs sun room last night.
He liked my idea of putting remnants of padded linoleum on the kitchen floor to keep down drafts until we finish the floor in there. It makes quite a difference.
Stucco and Guy (a new boy working for us) carried a lot of stuff out to the plastic house yesterday. It gives us a lot of room to work in the house without having to move stuff all the time.
More later.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Today was just a tiny bit slower, as Stucco was out sick. He had been feeling badly for a few days, and I suggested that he take a day to rest. I could slow down a bit with the work, as I wasn't so busy keeping things done for him.
Janie and I cleaned some this morning, but I got to looking for something (I forget what it was now) and didn't get as much done as I wanted.
I cut insulation this afternoon and put it around the bathroom windows, which had been replaced, and the huge new window in the stairwell. Janie didn't want me up on two ladders at one time, but I had to get it done, as I figure Stucco will want to finish the wall when he comes back to work.
Janie, Cherokee, and I went to the new barbeque place (where Shine's used to be) for lunch. It's nothing special, but they have a small salad bar with three soups. The potato soup was really good.
Two deputies came in while we were there, and both spoke to me and were very nice. They said they understand my anger, and they don't take the negative comments about the sheriff's department personally.
Renae and Kelly from the Goodwill came in while we were there, and sat next to us.
We went to the Goodwill after lunch, and Janie found me this lovely hanging light for a porch.
Everything was 75%, so I got a few bargains. Renae told me she had been reading my comments on Topix about the home burglary, and she is very glad that I like her.
I think I might have came across as a little dangerous, and definately NOT someone you cross.
She loved my comments, though.
Joan told me tonight that she just hopes nothing happens to me as retaliation. I told her that if good people have to remain silent about crime, they might as well be dead. I will speak my piece with my last breath, and I will always call wrong what it is.
Jim McManus wrote in Lynn's blog about the costs to a relationship from fibromyalgia, and he's pretty good with it.
He misses the things they might have been able to do if it weren't for Lynn's illness. I know the feeling. I've been alone most of my adult life, and I know how it feels to not be able to plan things to do with a companion.
I think I'm a computer widow now.
Steve spends all his time on the computer. It's almost like being married to an invalid. If he's away from the screen for more than an hour or so, he gets cranky and ill-tempered.
I just do things alone.
Cherokee's mother is home from the hospital now. None of the other children came to help with her care at the hospital. They sent her home without her being able to walk. We saw Dr. Duck at lunch, and he said he would order home nurses for her. Cherokee just can't do everything that needs doing. She's staying there so much now that I'm afraid that her mother will be put out of her apartment, as there are rules for how long company can stay. They might have to made allowance for Cherokee to stay there, as 'mom' just can't be alone.
Cherokee is distraught over all this, but there's only so much she can do.
I wish I weren't so busy with everything, so I could sit with 'mom' a little to give Cherokee a break.
It's supposed to rain all day tomorrow, then turn cold, and I'm dreading that. Working in that big old house at Creekside in cold weather is no picnic. It can't be as bad as last winter was, and Stucco is going to put in a wood stove for me, but I'd still rather work in warm weather.
The wood stove will be temporary, but will really help keep the place warm this winter while we're working there.
I'm tired. I'm going to take a bath and get ready for bed.
Janie and I cleaned some this morning, but I got to looking for something (I forget what it was now) and didn't get as much done as I wanted.
I cut insulation this afternoon and put it around the bathroom windows, which had been replaced, and the huge new window in the stairwell. Janie didn't want me up on two ladders at one time, but I had to get it done, as I figure Stucco will want to finish the wall when he comes back to work.
Janie, Cherokee, and I went to the new barbeque place (where Shine's used to be) for lunch. It's nothing special, but they have a small salad bar with three soups. The potato soup was really good.
Two deputies came in while we were there, and both spoke to me and were very nice. They said they understand my anger, and they don't take the negative comments about the sheriff's department personally.
Renae and Kelly from the Goodwill came in while we were there, and sat next to us.
We went to the Goodwill after lunch, and Janie found me this lovely hanging light for a porch.
Everything was 75%, so I got a few bargains. Renae told me she had been reading my comments on Topix about the home burglary, and she is very glad that I like her.
I think I might have came across as a little dangerous, and definately NOT someone you cross.
She loved my comments, though.
Joan told me tonight that she just hopes nothing happens to me as retaliation. I told her that if good people have to remain silent about crime, they might as well be dead. I will speak my piece with my last breath, and I will always call wrong what it is.
Jim McManus wrote in Lynn's blog about the costs to a relationship from fibromyalgia, and he's pretty good with it.
He misses the things they might have been able to do if it weren't for Lynn's illness. I know the feeling. I've been alone most of my adult life, and I know how it feels to not be able to plan things to do with a companion.
I think I'm a computer widow now.
Steve spends all his time on the computer. It's almost like being married to an invalid. If he's away from the screen for more than an hour or so, he gets cranky and ill-tempered.
I just do things alone.
Cherokee's mother is home from the hospital now. None of the other children came to help with her care at the hospital. They sent her home without her being able to walk. We saw Dr. Duck at lunch, and he said he would order home nurses for her. Cherokee just can't do everything that needs doing. She's staying there so much now that I'm afraid that her mother will be put out of her apartment, as there are rules for how long company can stay. They might have to made allowance for Cherokee to stay there, as 'mom' just can't be alone.
Cherokee is distraught over all this, but there's only so much she can do.
I wish I weren't so busy with everything, so I could sit with 'mom' a little to give Cherokee a break.
It's supposed to rain all day tomorrow, then turn cold, and I'm dreading that. Working in that big old house at Creekside in cold weather is no picnic. It can't be as bad as last winter was, and Stucco is going to put in a wood stove for me, but I'd still rather work in warm weather.
The wood stove will be temporary, but will really help keep the place warm this winter while we're working there.
I'm tired. I'm going to take a bath and get ready for bed.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I haven't posted lately, because of time constraints, fatigue, worry, and depression.
The burglary of our home has me totally distracted with worry and depression, and I'm totally frustrated with the Sheriff's Office in Grainger County.
They have not only failed to let me know what's happening, I've called them and been given false information over the phone from them.
I'm anticipating that there might be some kind of lawsuit before all this mess is over.
The criminals were caught quite by accident in a routine traffic stop in the first place.
Now, I've learned that they're using illegal cell phones to call all over the county to try to get someone to come and bail them out.
I suggested to the Sheriff's Department that they might walk some of the prisoners past the metal detectors that all the public has to walk through to get into the court room. That's not going to happen.
I'm still so sick with this respiratory infection that I can hardly make myself understood over the phone, and I don't have the time or energy to go do the job of prosecuting criminal activity.
I am not going to just let this go away, though.
I am going to pursue these criminals as long as I have a breath left.
I've not got much done at the house at Creekside or here, either. I feel terrible all the time, and it's really hard to breathe. I've been in bed all day today, and my legs still hurt terribly.
Stucco put in the huge, lovely window for the stairwell this week, and it's truely dramatic. He didn't insulate around it properly, though, so I had to pull it all out and start it over.
I limped home last night.
I'd better mention Barbara. She told me how to contact the Attorney General's office to talk to them about this fiasco.
But she's still ugly, she smells bad, and her momma dresses her funny.
The burglary of our home has me totally distracted with worry and depression, and I'm totally frustrated with the Sheriff's Office in Grainger County.
They have not only failed to let me know what's happening, I've called them and been given false information over the phone from them.
I'm anticipating that there might be some kind of lawsuit before all this mess is over.
The criminals were caught quite by accident in a routine traffic stop in the first place.
Now, I've learned that they're using illegal cell phones to call all over the county to try to get someone to come and bail them out.
I suggested to the Sheriff's Department that they might walk some of the prisoners past the metal detectors that all the public has to walk through to get into the court room. That's not going to happen.
I'm still so sick with this respiratory infection that I can hardly make myself understood over the phone, and I don't have the time or energy to go do the job of prosecuting criminal activity.
I am not going to just let this go away, though.
I am going to pursue these criminals as long as I have a breath left.
I've not got much done at the house at Creekside or here, either. I feel terrible all the time, and it's really hard to breathe. I've been in bed all day today, and my legs still hurt terribly.
Stucco put in the huge, lovely window for the stairwell this week, and it's truely dramatic. He didn't insulate around it properly, though, so I had to pull it all out and start it over.
I limped home last night.
I'd better mention Barbara. She told me how to contact the Attorney General's office to talk to them about this fiasco.
But she's still ugly, she smells bad, and her momma dresses her funny.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Wednesday, November 12, 2011 Early AM
It's very early in the morning, and I can't sleep. My sleep habits have always been so totally inappropriate. I can't seem to sleep at the right times, and then the next day, I feel like I've got a head cold. I know I need a C-pap machine, but I just haven't taken the time to go to the doctor and get matched to one.
I'm always tired. Before I began construction at Creekside, if I had slept poorly, I just stayed in bed a little later in the morning. That's not possible now. I have to struggle out from between the sheets and get to work. I tell Sweety that 'Mommy has to go to work'.
She always follows me to the door, and meets me inside the back door when I come home in the evenings. That's really nice of her, but she's given the Flokati fleas again. I have tried almost everything to get rid of them, but there's always a come-back group. Steve loves having her in the house, but I don't like tiny black, quick, jumping bugs on my feet when I go to the bathroom.
She may have to become an out-door cat.
I am in a state of nervous prostration over the home burglary. I've heard rumours that Penny is denying doing it, and that she will get the usual '11-29, reduced to time served, pay fines and court costs', and that's it.
The court system treats me like I haven't had a loss, suffered any pain, or had my peace destroyed by all this. She could actually be walking the streets right now for the meager price of $800.00!
I have worked hard all my life, and I married a good man who works hard to give us both a good life, and in one day, some drug-addicted criminal can come into our home against our will and steal thousands of dollars worth of our possessions, and they get a suspended sentence!
Where is justice in that???
I get so mad at all these liberals who campaign for the good of criminals. I want to go out to wal-mart and slap some of them.
Otherwise, Janie is working out very well, and she just keeps at it. Did I tell that she brought some wonderful vegetable soup to work with her the other day. She's promising spaghetti today. She complained that she didn't have a good place to wash dishes, so I stopped off at the Family Dollar Store on my way home last night and got her a nice, new dish pan. If she wants to wash dishes, I'll help her all I can.
We all went to the Habitat yesterday, and I found these magnificent windows for the stairwell. They are actually two units, one being large and square, and the other being an 'eyebrow' window to fit over it. It will flood the stairway with light, and look quite dramatic from outside. It took Stucco and Shawn both to get them in the house, and Stucco was worried that there might not be enough wall space to mount them. It is actually a blessing that they're so large, as some of that wall had extensive water damage, and it will now be cut out and the window will take it's place.
I also found some tile exactly like that in the upstairs bath, which I had made a trip to Crossville to get about a month ago. I bought it, just because it was much cheaper and less trouble, and I will have some to play into decor somewhere else. It's called Crystal Pink, and it's really pretty tile.
I love going to the habitat stores where they have 'man things'.
Janie is great about giving me suggestions for the house. I like that. It indicates to me that she's really into our project. She always has an upbeat spirit about everything. She reminds me quite a bit of my mother, and I sometimes look closely at her after she says or does something. I just now realized why I was doing that. I must tell her, and I hope it makes her feel good.
We got some padded linoleum at the habitat yesterday, too, to put on the kitchen floor. I've waited on doing the kitchen floor because I didn't want plaster tracked from the other rooms of the house onto the floor in there. But there are cracks that you can see through, and the now-cold morning air just 'whooshes' up between the cracks, and it's pretty cold. We can leave the linoleum down when we install the underlayment for the tile, and it will still act as a thermal barrier. I really need to get under the house and finish the insulation, but I'm dreading it.
It's quite strenuous work, with the crawling and pulling along the many layers of insulation and the tools with which to install it, and you're crawling where cats have gone to the toilet for years.
My hair always gets full of dirt, and I eat about a gallon of it. It's just an odious chore, but someone (small) has to do it. That's me, on this job. I had done half the kitchen floor when we took up the old rotten floor, but we only had to remove half the floor, so there's quite an area that needs more attention.
It's supposed to rain today, so this may be a chance to get after it.
Tonight figures out to be 'hair night' anyway, so I might screw my courage to the flash point and 'get 'er done'.
I really would like to have a kitchen, where we could wash things, and, with Janie bringing food and wanting to wash dishes, it's about time we went ahead with it. Then, we can mount the base cabinets. They've never been mounted, just set in place, but without a sink. It's time, Shelby.
I also found some (two) lovely sconce lights for the living room yesterday. They're beveled glass, which will match the front door glass, and they have three candles in each fixture. I was delighted to find them so cheaply, too. I got two light fixtures that don't match, but compliment each other, and I'm thinking of using them in the kitchen.
I just love playing house at Creekside. It 'pumps' me.
My throat is really sore, and has been for quite a while, and I sound terrible. Everyone tells me to go to a doctor, but I've already been to the doctor twice, and to the E.R. once. No one can even tell me what is causing my trouble, so we can't really treat it effectively.
Faune, a friend from near Nashville, wrote me an e-mail to say that she's really concerned about my health. She a long-time friend, and she really cares about people.
But, I just don't know what else to do. I know I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I think the home burglary affected my recovery from the flu and the double pnemonia, but I still think some doctor somewhere could help me in some way. I can't sleep for smothering, and I can't finish a sentence without stopping to take a breath. I've aged 10 years in the last one year.
Some man is supposed to come and do some more levelling on the front yard, but it looks really good already. Jack Muncey, the head of the Rescue Squad, came by to bum some light fixtures for their new building, and he said that me filling in the yard was the one thing that most changed the appearance of the house. It really does look a lot better with the dirt there rather than the old road bed. I want to get some grass sewn, but not yet. I want it level first. That will take a lot more dirt....and MONEY
Then I want to start the fish ponds and waterfalls. Janie and I are already planning points of interest, and we think a lot alike.
Sister Valentine told me I would make the house dramatic and splendid. f I live long enough.
The new plastic house is helping to get some of the clutter out of the way, and it's slowly beginning to be easier to work in the house. Steve says he likes that idea. I do, too.
There's still just so much to do.
I need to go lay back down for a spell, as I'm getting a headache.
Here's your mention, Barbara.
I'm always tired. Before I began construction at Creekside, if I had slept poorly, I just stayed in bed a little later in the morning. That's not possible now. I have to struggle out from between the sheets and get to work. I tell Sweety that 'Mommy has to go to work'.
She always follows me to the door, and meets me inside the back door when I come home in the evenings. That's really nice of her, but she's given the Flokati fleas again. I have tried almost everything to get rid of them, but there's always a come-back group. Steve loves having her in the house, but I don't like tiny black, quick, jumping bugs on my feet when I go to the bathroom.
She may have to become an out-door cat.
I am in a state of nervous prostration over the home burglary. I've heard rumours that Penny is denying doing it, and that she will get the usual '11-29, reduced to time served, pay fines and court costs', and that's it.
The court system treats me like I haven't had a loss, suffered any pain, or had my peace destroyed by all this. She could actually be walking the streets right now for the meager price of $800.00!
I have worked hard all my life, and I married a good man who works hard to give us both a good life, and in one day, some drug-addicted criminal can come into our home against our will and steal thousands of dollars worth of our possessions, and they get a suspended sentence!
Where is justice in that???
I get so mad at all these liberals who campaign for the good of criminals. I want to go out to wal-mart and slap some of them.
Otherwise, Janie is working out very well, and she just keeps at it. Did I tell that she brought some wonderful vegetable soup to work with her the other day. She's promising spaghetti today. She complained that she didn't have a good place to wash dishes, so I stopped off at the Family Dollar Store on my way home last night and got her a nice, new dish pan. If she wants to wash dishes, I'll help her all I can.
We all went to the Habitat yesterday, and I found these magnificent windows for the stairwell. They are actually two units, one being large and square, and the other being an 'eyebrow' window to fit over it. It will flood the stairway with light, and look quite dramatic from outside. It took Stucco and Shawn both to get them in the house, and Stucco was worried that there might not be enough wall space to mount them. It is actually a blessing that they're so large, as some of that wall had extensive water damage, and it will now be cut out and the window will take it's place.
I also found some tile exactly like that in the upstairs bath, which I had made a trip to Crossville to get about a month ago. I bought it, just because it was much cheaper and less trouble, and I will have some to play into decor somewhere else. It's called Crystal Pink, and it's really pretty tile.
I love going to the habitat stores where they have 'man things'.
Janie is great about giving me suggestions for the house. I like that. It indicates to me that she's really into our project. She always has an upbeat spirit about everything. She reminds me quite a bit of my mother, and I sometimes look closely at her after she says or does something. I just now realized why I was doing that. I must tell her, and I hope it makes her feel good.
We got some padded linoleum at the habitat yesterday, too, to put on the kitchen floor. I've waited on doing the kitchen floor because I didn't want plaster tracked from the other rooms of the house onto the floor in there. But there are cracks that you can see through, and the now-cold morning air just 'whooshes' up between the cracks, and it's pretty cold. We can leave the linoleum down when we install the underlayment for the tile, and it will still act as a thermal barrier. I really need to get under the house and finish the insulation, but I'm dreading it.
It's quite strenuous work, with the crawling and pulling along the many layers of insulation and the tools with which to install it, and you're crawling where cats have gone to the toilet for years.
My hair always gets full of dirt, and I eat about a gallon of it. It's just an odious chore, but someone (small) has to do it. That's me, on this job. I had done half the kitchen floor when we took up the old rotten floor, but we only had to remove half the floor, so there's quite an area that needs more attention.
It's supposed to rain today, so this may be a chance to get after it.
Tonight figures out to be 'hair night' anyway, so I might screw my courage to the flash point and 'get 'er done'.
I really would like to have a kitchen, where we could wash things, and, with Janie bringing food and wanting to wash dishes, it's about time we went ahead with it. Then, we can mount the base cabinets. They've never been mounted, just set in place, but without a sink. It's time, Shelby.
I also found some (two) lovely sconce lights for the living room yesterday. They're beveled glass, which will match the front door glass, and they have three candles in each fixture. I was delighted to find them so cheaply, too. I got two light fixtures that don't match, but compliment each other, and I'm thinking of using them in the kitchen.
I just love playing house at Creekside. It 'pumps' me.
My throat is really sore, and has been for quite a while, and I sound terrible. Everyone tells me to go to a doctor, but I've already been to the doctor twice, and to the E.R. once. No one can even tell me what is causing my trouble, so we can't really treat it effectively.
Faune, a friend from near Nashville, wrote me an e-mail to say that she's really concerned about my health. She a long-time friend, and she really cares about people.
But, I just don't know what else to do. I know I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I think the home burglary affected my recovery from the flu and the double pnemonia, but I still think some doctor somewhere could help me in some way. I can't sleep for smothering, and I can't finish a sentence without stopping to take a breath. I've aged 10 years in the last one year.
Some man is supposed to come and do some more levelling on the front yard, but it looks really good already. Jack Muncey, the head of the Rescue Squad, came by to bum some light fixtures for their new building, and he said that me filling in the yard was the one thing that most changed the appearance of the house. It really does look a lot better with the dirt there rather than the old road bed. I want to get some grass sewn, but not yet. I want it level first. That will take a lot more dirt....and MONEY
Then I want to start the fish ponds and waterfalls. Janie and I are already planning points of interest, and we think a lot alike.
Sister Valentine told me I would make the house dramatic and splendid. f I live long enough.
The new plastic house is helping to get some of the clutter out of the way, and it's slowly beginning to be easier to work in the house. Steve says he likes that idea. I do, too.
There's still just so much to do.
I need to go lay back down for a spell, as I'm getting a headache.
Here's your mention, Barbara.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Tuesday, November 5, 2011 AM
Barbara complained that I have not been blogging enough, so I'm going to try to catch everyone up this morning.
It's been a while, so I'm sure I'll miss some important things.
Penny and Randy were caught in a routine traffic stop in Sneedville last week.
They are the duo who ran off with each other from Creeekside a few weeks ago, and came up to Clairemont and broke in. They made off with my jewelry, which was an extensive collection of saphires, rubies, diamonds, pearls, topaz, emeralds, and some stones that my jeweler, Mark Enix, of Fountain City Jewelers, had custom designed for me.
I'd say the collection was worth well over $50,000.00 in value. At first, I didn't realize what all they had taken, and gave the police a lower extimate.
The Sheriff's Office in Grainger County recovered some of the pieces, but they had been mutilated by having the stones gouged out with needle-nosed pliars. I knnow I'll never see any more of my lovely jewelre again. They had pawned my lovely rings for 'scrap gold' and had got $300.00 for them.
The Sheriff's Office has not been keeping me informed, and I have to try to find out when court appearances are happening. They had promised that I would be kept fully aprised of the situation as it advanced. They haven't yet told me that Penny and Randy have been arrested.
Work at Creekside is going slowly, as usual. Stucco is somewhat slow, as the work he's doing now is not really a one-man job. There's too many distractions, too.
Janie is working out really well. She's a local lady who used to volunteer at the Goodwill with me, and she's "Little Miss Sunshine". She works really hard, and all the time. She sees the things a woman sees, and keeps cleaning and putting things where they belong. She's a great help.
Yesterday, she brought a huge crock pot of homeade soup which was wonderful.
I'm now wanting to get going on the kitchen, so that she'll have somewhere to work with her creations. She loves to cook, and we all love to eat.
We put up one of those round, plastic-covered growing houses in the back yard, to store lumber and materials in, so that we'll have more floor space in the house, and so that we can get some of the piles of lumber out of the yard and under cover before the winter weather sets in. It's at least 20 degrees warmer in it on a sunny day.
My health has not had much improvement. I'm very hoarse, and my voice squeeks whenever I talk. I have quite a bit of trembling, and I still wonder about the possibility of some kind of light stroke during all this ordeal.
I had enough stress just taking care of Clairemont, then we took on Creekside, and began the revolving door with the employees, and now this home burglary and the loss of my possessions, and my nerves are shot. I've noticed that I'm very 'jumpy' and almost jump out of my chair when something suddenly startles me. I suspect that that's a reaction to nervous distraction.
The sun is shining on Clinch Mountain, so I must get started with other chores.
Sinse I mentioned Barbara at the beginning of this post, maybe she'll accept that as enough.
I'm 'Off and Runnin'!
It's been a while, so I'm sure I'll miss some important things.
Penny and Randy were caught in a routine traffic stop in Sneedville last week.
They are the duo who ran off with each other from Creeekside a few weeks ago, and came up to Clairemont and broke in. They made off with my jewelry, which was an extensive collection of saphires, rubies, diamonds, pearls, topaz, emeralds, and some stones that my jeweler, Mark Enix, of Fountain City Jewelers, had custom designed for me.
I'd say the collection was worth well over $50,000.00 in value. At first, I didn't realize what all they had taken, and gave the police a lower extimate.
The Sheriff's Office in Grainger County recovered some of the pieces, but they had been mutilated by having the stones gouged out with needle-nosed pliars. I knnow I'll never see any more of my lovely jewelre again. They had pawned my lovely rings for 'scrap gold' and had got $300.00 for them.
The Sheriff's Office has not been keeping me informed, and I have to try to find out when court appearances are happening. They had promised that I would be kept fully aprised of the situation as it advanced. They haven't yet told me that Penny and Randy have been arrested.
Work at Creekside is going slowly, as usual. Stucco is somewhat slow, as the work he's doing now is not really a one-man job. There's too many distractions, too.
Janie is working out really well. She's a local lady who used to volunteer at the Goodwill with me, and she's "Little Miss Sunshine". She works really hard, and all the time. She sees the things a woman sees, and keeps cleaning and putting things where they belong. She's a great help.
Yesterday, she brought a huge crock pot of homeade soup which was wonderful.
I'm now wanting to get going on the kitchen, so that she'll have somewhere to work with her creations. She loves to cook, and we all love to eat.
We put up one of those round, plastic-covered growing houses in the back yard, to store lumber and materials in, so that we'll have more floor space in the house, and so that we can get some of the piles of lumber out of the yard and under cover before the winter weather sets in. It's at least 20 degrees warmer in it on a sunny day.
My health has not had much improvement. I'm very hoarse, and my voice squeeks whenever I talk. I have quite a bit of trembling, and I still wonder about the possibility of some kind of light stroke during all this ordeal.
I had enough stress just taking care of Clairemont, then we took on Creekside, and began the revolving door with the employees, and now this home burglary and the loss of my possessions, and my nerves are shot. I've noticed that I'm very 'jumpy' and almost jump out of my chair when something suddenly startles me. I suspect that that's a reaction to nervous distraction.
The sun is shining on Clinch Mountain, so I must get started with other chores.
Sinse I mentioned Barbara at the beginning of this post, maybe she'll accept that as enough.
I'm 'Off and Runnin'!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
I need to blog to catch up on everything, but I'm almost entirely bed-fast with this disease that's draining my strength and making me so weak.
I've been in bed all day, dozing on and off, and I still feel tired and weak.
I can't even find out what it is, or I'd treat it myself.
I've been in bed all day, dozing on and off, and I still feel tired and weak.
I can't even find out what it is, or I'd treat it myself.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
November 1, 2011, AM
It's been several days sinse I last blogged.
I've been terribly sick with some strange malady that two visits to the doctor and one visit to the Emergency Room has not diagnosed. I'm on quite a bit of medication, but nothing seems to help. I'm so weak I feel like I'll fall if I get up, and I want to sleep all the time. That is very un-like me.
I haven't felt like going up to Creekside (or anywhere else, for that matter), even though Steve has coaxed me and even tried to bribe me.
He says that the plaster work is coming right along, and I'm really glad to hear that. They're working in the living room and the dining room. I had wanted them to finish the upstairs first, so the dirt could come 'down and out'.
I plan to go up there today, to get things under control and headed in the right direction.
Missy, our white outdoor cat, has gone missing. She had begun to look a little bedraggled, and I asked her if she had a cold. When Steve came home, he asked where she was. I had been too sick to spend much time outside, so I hadn't missed her.She might show up, yet, but she was a porch cat.
I'm hitting too many wrong letters (I'm not back up to 'snuff, yet') so I'll write more later.
I've been terribly sick with some strange malady that two visits to the doctor and one visit to the Emergency Room has not diagnosed. I'm on quite a bit of medication, but nothing seems to help. I'm so weak I feel like I'll fall if I get up, and I want to sleep all the time. That is very un-like me.
I haven't felt like going up to Creekside (or anywhere else, for that matter), even though Steve has coaxed me and even tried to bribe me.
He says that the plaster work is coming right along, and I'm really glad to hear that. They're working in the living room and the dining room. I had wanted them to finish the upstairs first, so the dirt could come 'down and out'.
I plan to go up there today, to get things under control and headed in the right direction.
Missy, our white outdoor cat, has gone missing. She had begun to look a little bedraggled, and I asked her if she had a cold. When Steve came home, he asked where she was. I had been too sick to spend much time outside, so I hadn't missed her.She might show up, yet, but she was a porch cat.
I'm hitting too many wrong letters (I'm not back up to 'snuff, yet') so I'll write more later.
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