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.