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.