It's been raining, and the driveway looks really muddy. I dread all the mud at Creekside. Yesterday Janie and I scattered some straw to keep us a little up out of the mud, but it gets everywhere. The men (and I) track in a lot.
Steve was in a bad mood most of the day, and it gets on everyone's nerves. We all walk on eggshells trying to not set him off, but he explodes every so often anyway.
Cherokee suggested that we ladies go to this re-sale shop in Bean Station, and Janie and I leaped at the chance. I got three blow mold candles. Two are the traditional candle look, and one is a outdoor lantern. They were marked down to 75% off, so they were a really good buy.
Guy left early to go to a doctor in Clinton, but we saw him going at a high speed towards Bean Station when we were on our way back to Creekside.
Stucco gave out in the cold and wind, and quit some early, too. It was quite cold, and there was a brisk breeze.
Steve worked under the house most of the day, getting ready to jack up the sunroom for more support and to keep the floor level. It had been built unproperly.
Janie brought some lovely turkey and gravy, with some kind of pumpkin bread for dessert. It was all really good. She loves to cook, and I just don't have the time to, and her offerings are always welcome.
I talked Steve into letting me give her a set of roof trusses that fit mobile homes. She's been wanting some for a small outbuilding on their place, and had mentioned some that I have. I had a purpose for the ones she asked about, so I gave her these in place. I'm thinking about mine for a garage/laundry room at Creekside. I often find pretty good buys at yard sales on the most unlikely building materials. I think the people having the sales are a bit amused that a small woman knows what the materials are and what they're used for. I talk them down a bit, too.
I've wound up with a mix of building materials stored out in the barn, and she was welcome to these trusses. She's all excited about getting them, and already has Pete planning her little shed.
Cherokee seemed a little worried and distracted yesterday. She doesn't like to discuss her problems, so we don't know what might have been bothering her.
I didn't sleep well towards morning, and I'm wondering about performing my duties today.
Yesterday Janie and I re-painted the closet upstairs, and also the hollow-core doors that I'm taking Barbara to use for her snow village shelves. I couldn't find the trim paint for the woodwork in the closet, so we have that to finish today. I found it just after Janie had left, but it was getting late, and I waited to paint until today. Everyone likes it white, so I won't paper or paint with color in there. I still have the window treatment to build. It's going to be a type of shadow box, with a painting of a wall niche in it, to look like a garden wall. It will go well with the outside appearance of the house.
My feet are hurting so badly that I couldn't stand the bedcovers any more, so I'm up, limping around the house.
My throat still sounds terrible, but it's feeling just a little better. It still feels like I've been swallowing needles. The steroids have me running to the bathroom about every 10-15 minutes.
I'd rather go to the bathroom more often than have the usual edema associated with Prednesone useage. It's unlikely that I'll be going to any flea markets for long shopping expeditions, though.
Brenda Newberry told me that she gained 30 pounds while on a similar dose, and it took her 6 months to lose it afterwards.
I've been painting on some yard ornaments for use this spring, and the living room is a mess. Steve hates the mess, but my treasures do turn out nicely. I gave Mary a lot of things I'd painted for Christmas presents.
I need to get going. There's much ahead.
Faune is about the only person to evey leave me a comment, but I enjoy her little remembrances and advice. She's been a true friend to me for many years. I'm glad that she's not the only friend I have. I treasure them all.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011 AM
Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, but Steve doesn't like it, and yesterday was a huge yawn. I think he hates Jesus or something.
He doesn't want to help with the decorations, the clean-up, the extra wiring for the outdoor nativity set, or much of anything else, and I have all the work to do. Then he gripes about all the time I'm wasting. But it is important to me. I love the music, the foods, the visits with friends, the lights, and the secular version of celebration of when Jesus was born. I know it's not reality that He was born in December, but it's the celebration of His birth, so I go with it, in a big way.
Everyone loves the outdoor nativity, and it's rather extensive. I've found two more wize men (ARE there any more wize men?) and they didn't get here in time for this year's display.
The yard at Creekside is a great place to display the set. Ann Casson, the publisher of the Grainger Today, stopped by to compliment me on my display. That meant a lot to me.
Steve and I both worked up at Creekside yesterday. He crawled around under the house, getting prepared to jack up the floor of the downstairs sunroom. It is not supported very well, and bounces slightly when we walk on it. He's getting ready to level and support it much better, using some of the lumber that I purchased last spring from Jim Warwick, the man who sold me a lot of building materials, paint, and plumbing fixtures.
These particular beams spent the earlier part of their life supporting a carosel, and they're about 6X4, which is a LOT better than what has been holding up the floor. There should be a noticeable difference in the soundness of the floor after all this work.
I cleaned and painted an upstairs closet, and then worked on the closet doors that I'm going to give to Barbara so that she can put her snow village on display all year, as I do now. I hit on the idea of using those closet doors one day while at Habitat for Humanity. They look just like solid boards, but are much lighter, wider, and will give a better surface for Barbara's houses.
Now, Barbara, there's your mention.
I built a shelf a foot down from the ceiling all around my dining room, kitchen, and hallway to put mine on when we built our house. I have so many snow houses now that I will have to expand quite a bit. I'm going into the library next. I will be using the slightly larger houses there, and the shelf will be further from the ceiling.
The sun is up on Clinch Mountain, and Steve is up now, so I'll post more later.
It's off to the work at Creekside.
He doesn't want to help with the decorations, the clean-up, the extra wiring for the outdoor nativity set, or much of anything else, and I have all the work to do. Then he gripes about all the time I'm wasting. But it is important to me. I love the music, the foods, the visits with friends, the lights, and the secular version of celebration of when Jesus was born. I know it's not reality that He was born in December, but it's the celebration of His birth, so I go with it, in a big way.
Everyone loves the outdoor nativity, and it's rather extensive. I've found two more wize men (ARE there any more wize men?) and they didn't get here in time for this year's display.
The yard at Creekside is a great place to display the set. Ann Casson, the publisher of the Grainger Today, stopped by to compliment me on my display. That meant a lot to me.
Steve and I both worked up at Creekside yesterday. He crawled around under the house, getting prepared to jack up the floor of the downstairs sunroom. It is not supported very well, and bounces slightly when we walk on it. He's getting ready to level and support it much better, using some of the lumber that I purchased last spring from Jim Warwick, the man who sold me a lot of building materials, paint, and plumbing fixtures.
These particular beams spent the earlier part of their life supporting a carosel, and they're about 6X4, which is a LOT better than what has been holding up the floor. There should be a noticeable difference in the soundness of the floor after all this work.
I cleaned and painted an upstairs closet, and then worked on the closet doors that I'm going to give to Barbara so that she can put her snow village on display all year, as I do now. I hit on the idea of using those closet doors one day while at Habitat for Humanity. They look just like solid boards, but are much lighter, wider, and will give a better surface for Barbara's houses.
Now, Barbara, there's your mention.
I built a shelf a foot down from the ceiling all around my dining room, kitchen, and hallway to put mine on when we built our house. I have so many snow houses now that I will have to expand quite a bit. I'm going into the library next. I will be using the slightly larger houses there, and the shelf will be further from the ceiling.
The sun is up on Clinch Mountain, and Steve is up now, so I'll post more later.
It's off to the work at Creekside.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
December 22, 2011 AM
Yesterday was our anniversary. We didn't do anything special. We just worked at Creekside.
Steve's parents called to wish us a happy anniversary, but that was the only thing that was unusual in any way.
Stucco finished the ceiling in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and it is so pretty.
I had him do it in the same style as the walls and ceiling in the library, and I'm happy with the results. He's going to put a plaster medallion around the light fixture, which will finish the ceiling with stunning interest. He can do almost anything with plaster.
Janie is back, and I love it. I teased her about getting drunk and spending her long weekend falling down and rolling around in the floor. She has a new car. It's a small van, with electric doors, and it's super clean. She just loves it. The headlights are really dim, and she commented that she needed to get some re-surfacer or new lights. I suggested that we try the local Dollar Store, and they had the re-surfacer cheap. It beats the price of new headlights.
Our new tail light came in the mail yesterday. Randy Reagan had broken the old one backing into a tree back in the summer, and I had just neglected to get it replaced. Steve got a ticket for having a broken tail light Saturday night, and he ordered this one off the internet.
It rained on and off all day yesterday, but Janie and I worked in the house. It doesn't seem like we get much done on most days, because as soon as we get an area cleaned for work, the men come through and make another mess.
Everyone in Rutledge compliments me on my blow mold nativity set in the yard. Some of my characters don't have lights, but they are still pretty.
Cherokee and I worked all one day setting up all the characters and the manger. Janie came and helped, too.
It's time to get to work.
Steve's parents called to wish us a happy anniversary, but that was the only thing that was unusual in any way.
Stucco finished the ceiling in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and it is so pretty.
I had him do it in the same style as the walls and ceiling in the library, and I'm happy with the results. He's going to put a plaster medallion around the light fixture, which will finish the ceiling with stunning interest. He can do almost anything with plaster.
Janie is back, and I love it. I teased her about getting drunk and spending her long weekend falling down and rolling around in the floor. She has a new car. It's a small van, with electric doors, and it's super clean. She just loves it. The headlights are really dim, and she commented that she needed to get some re-surfacer or new lights. I suggested that we try the local Dollar Store, and they had the re-surfacer cheap. It beats the price of new headlights.
Our new tail light came in the mail yesterday. Randy Reagan had broken the old one backing into a tree back in the summer, and I had just neglected to get it replaced. Steve got a ticket for having a broken tail light Saturday night, and he ordered this one off the internet.
It rained on and off all day yesterday, but Janie and I worked in the house. It doesn't seem like we get much done on most days, because as soon as we get an area cleaned for work, the men come through and make another mess.
Everyone in Rutledge compliments me on my blow mold nativity set in the yard. Some of my characters don't have lights, but they are still pretty.
Cherokee and I worked all one day setting up all the characters and the manger. Janie came and helped, too.
It's time to get to work.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
My very favorite Sister Worker sent me an e-mail scolding me for not up-dating my blog often enough, so it's time to do so.
I love Betty, and I really listen to her advice (on ALL things) and want to honor her counsel.
It's our anniversary. Twenty-six years. I wouldn't have believed we would make it this long. I have such intollerance, and Steve has such a temper, that I would have thought that we would have killed each other by now. I don't believe in 'fortune telling' or such, but once I saw on one of those table mats in a Chinese restaurant that his sign and mine should NEVER attempt a relationship.
I guess we've beat the odds.
I believe that we determine what we want to be and do, and that, if we apply ourselves, work hard, and seek God's will for our lives, we can overcome almost anything that does not kill us.
That's about how I feel towards 'Creekside', our new house.
It's so much work, and it seems that so little is getting done. We work all the time, but so much of what we do is not visible. People stop by to see the progress, and I can see the look of disappointment on their faces. It's likely on mine, too.
You don't see the miles of plumbing, wire, insulation, and structural repairs that go into an old house re-do, but if they're not done correctly, you still have a dump.
Going to shop for and collect building materials, trips to the tool-rental shop, errands that are essential for building a house, and even taking away the garbage take so much time.
Janie has been a great help to me, and is almost always bubbly and cheerful, but she, like myself, is only one person, and can do only so much. When you balance the amount of work with the size of our staff, you can tell that we're not exactly sitting around the wood stove drinking tea.
I don't know if I've mentioned the wood stove. We installed a small one in the living room, and vented it up the fire place flue. It helped with beating the cold, but was not adequate, by a long shot. I had bought another one at a closing hardware store last summer, and it's like a barrel (quite a bit larger than the smaller one) and we traded them out. There's a HUGE difference!
The barrel type takes much larger logs, and it heats the house very comfortably. I still have lots of insulation to install, but we're fairly warm right now, with the nice heat from the wood stove.
Steve almost always gets mad at me for such purchases, but then recognises the need I knew would arise when we get the use from them later.
Shawn has bought himself a new truck, and it's a beautiful shade of purple. He came by last night to help his father for a while. He's such a handsome, pleasant man.
Stucco is working in the (formerly) striped room upstairs, and he is ready to do the plaster on the ceiling. I had seen a ceiling detail in the home of Gary and Norma Burkett several years ago that some Brother Worker had done for them, and I described it to Stucco and asked him if he thought he could replicate it. He not only replicated it on a scrap sheet of sheetrock, he improved it! He took a wallpaper brush and manipulated it to make the medallion section look like the tail feathers on a peacock. It's going to be beautiful. He can do almost anything with plaster and stucco. He spoils me.
Some of the rooms are about ready for paint, paper, and surface finishing, but I don't want to do them until all the plaster dust is finished. I get so impatient, but I would hate to finish a wall, then have someone bump something into it and make a mess of it.
I hope Janie and I can get back to the floor installation in the upstairs sunroom sometime soon. That is going to be one more stunning transformation. We're putting down engineered wood flooring, and it's beautiful. I've had it in my parlor, entrance foyer, and library here at Clairemont for many years, and it wears well and stays so nice.
I can't believe Christmas is almost here, and I'm so ill-prepared. I put most of my blowmold nativity set on the front lawn of Creekside, and I've had RAVE reviews. Ann Casson, the publisher of Grainger Today (our local newspaper) stopped by my table at the Down Home last week to comment on my 'lovely nativity'. If I had the time, I'd put more into it. I like to remind people what the season is supposed to be about.
Cherokee said that people were slowing down on Rutledge Pike to look at it. We had some problems with getting the lights going for it, and last night was the first night it was lit. Until then, people just had to observe it in daylight.
My physical condition is steadily worsening. I can't sleep, and I can't get going. I'm tired all the time, my voice sounds terrible, I cough, have to clear my throat, have difficulty swallowing, and I feel like I've swallowed needles. I'm passing some blood in my stools, which have shown a dramatic increase.
That's the clinical report.
Steve has become quite concerned sinse he's been home this time, and has made me an appointment with another ear, nose, and throat man. I go for my initial visit tomorrow. Several people around town have commented on the fact that I look 'un-well', or look like I don't feel good. And they see me only when I'm in public, and 'on'. I put on quite a show of being the same as before I became ill, but it's becoming harder all the time, and people can tell that there's something wrong. I'm not as bubbly, funny, and energetic as I once was, and I find it harder and harder to 'fake' it for my adoring public.
I do very little at Clairemont any more, and it's showing. I used to do everything: the livestock, fencing repairs, buildings for the livestock, home repairs and maintenance, the up-keep on the vehicles, the yard work, and just general maintenance. This year, I've failed miserably.
My hernia surgery knocked me out of mowing and heavy yard work, and then all the troubles with my throat made (makes) me feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.
I'm very weak (compared to what I was), and I'm constantly exhausted. It's not just being tired, it's total exhaustion. When I'm doing something strenuous, my hands tremble from the effort.
I still play the instruments (when I have the time) but you can easily tell that I'm just too tired to put much into the music, and that I'm terribly out of practice.
Betty Pike and I used to play together, I've played with Margaret Cook, Irene Snider (now Schaffer), Annette Tallent (now dead), and I was the organist for the All-County Gospel Music Association when I was a bit younger and had more time for such things.
I don't believe much of anyone would want me now.
Mary (my sister, Mary Kelly) was in Rutledge yesterday to have two teeth pulled. She had asked me to get Dr. Foutch (who is my dentist) to do them for her. He warned her about how much pain she would have. She's one tough cookie.
She didn't feel like coming to Creekside, so I still have some of her Christmas gifts for her. They're stored up there, as is about everything else I own. The 'stuff' gets in the way, and makes all our work a lot harder. I erected a hoop barn in the back yard, and we're storing things like floor tile, lumber, insulation, cabinets, and materials in it, to keep them on the site and keep the space clear in the house. We've got a lot of things in the garage of the house, but it's ricketty and needs to be torn off the side of the house, and a better one built. I'm going to put the laundry room and (possibly) another bath between the new garage and the kitchen.
Steve and I went up to Kenny Singleton's property to look at what it would take to get the roofing tile away from there. Kenny gave me some terra cotta roof tiles, and they're the same product we have on the rest of the house. I'm planning to use it on the new garage/laundry room/bath when we build it. Kenny is not well, and I'm trying to get that tile before there might be a new owner for the property, which is low ans swampy. They might not be as accomodating as Kenny.
The ground is wet, and has been for the last few weeks. I think there's supposed to be rain today, if it didn't start in the night. I'm going to need to move some cut firewood from Clairemont to Creekside soon, and I'd like to have the fields dry when we do the job. It's some wood that the Byrds cut when they were working for me. It's dry, but stacked out in the fields where they worked, and will definately take some work to get it into the bed of the truck and up to Creekside. Wood heat feels so good, though.
An old family friend from Dante died recently, Wayne Fine. He was a really nice man, with such community good will. He helped everyone and anyone. He and his wife, Barbara, lived beside our farm, at the corner of Brown and Greer Road.
Another death, Bill Looney. He had run a restaurant in the building that used to be 'Shine's' here in Rutledge. He was a nice man, with a great sense of humor.
Barbara and I always watch the obits. There's your mention, Barbara, so don't call me and 'rag' on me. I mention you a lot of times, but when I do, it's not fit for public viewing.
I've got to get off this computer and get to work.
So much to do, so little time.
I love Betty, and I really listen to her advice (on ALL things) and want to honor her counsel.
It's our anniversary. Twenty-six years. I wouldn't have believed we would make it this long. I have such intollerance, and Steve has such a temper, that I would have thought that we would have killed each other by now. I don't believe in 'fortune telling' or such, but once I saw on one of those table mats in a Chinese restaurant that his sign and mine should NEVER attempt a relationship.
I guess we've beat the odds.
I believe that we determine what we want to be and do, and that, if we apply ourselves, work hard, and seek God's will for our lives, we can overcome almost anything that does not kill us.
That's about how I feel towards 'Creekside', our new house.
It's so much work, and it seems that so little is getting done. We work all the time, but so much of what we do is not visible. People stop by to see the progress, and I can see the look of disappointment on their faces. It's likely on mine, too.
You don't see the miles of plumbing, wire, insulation, and structural repairs that go into an old house re-do, but if they're not done correctly, you still have a dump.
Going to shop for and collect building materials, trips to the tool-rental shop, errands that are essential for building a house, and even taking away the garbage take so much time.
Janie has been a great help to me, and is almost always bubbly and cheerful, but she, like myself, is only one person, and can do only so much. When you balance the amount of work with the size of our staff, you can tell that we're not exactly sitting around the wood stove drinking tea.
I don't know if I've mentioned the wood stove. We installed a small one in the living room, and vented it up the fire place flue. It helped with beating the cold, but was not adequate, by a long shot. I had bought another one at a closing hardware store last summer, and it's like a barrel (quite a bit larger than the smaller one) and we traded them out. There's a HUGE difference!
The barrel type takes much larger logs, and it heats the house very comfortably. I still have lots of insulation to install, but we're fairly warm right now, with the nice heat from the wood stove.
Steve almost always gets mad at me for such purchases, but then recognises the need I knew would arise when we get the use from them later.
Shawn has bought himself a new truck, and it's a beautiful shade of purple. He came by last night to help his father for a while. He's such a handsome, pleasant man.
Stucco is working in the (formerly) striped room upstairs, and he is ready to do the plaster on the ceiling. I had seen a ceiling detail in the home of Gary and Norma Burkett several years ago that some Brother Worker had done for them, and I described it to Stucco and asked him if he thought he could replicate it. He not only replicated it on a scrap sheet of sheetrock, he improved it! He took a wallpaper brush and manipulated it to make the medallion section look like the tail feathers on a peacock. It's going to be beautiful. He can do almost anything with plaster and stucco. He spoils me.
Some of the rooms are about ready for paint, paper, and surface finishing, but I don't want to do them until all the plaster dust is finished. I get so impatient, but I would hate to finish a wall, then have someone bump something into it and make a mess of it.
I hope Janie and I can get back to the floor installation in the upstairs sunroom sometime soon. That is going to be one more stunning transformation. We're putting down engineered wood flooring, and it's beautiful. I've had it in my parlor, entrance foyer, and library here at Clairemont for many years, and it wears well and stays so nice.
I can't believe Christmas is almost here, and I'm so ill-prepared. I put most of my blowmold nativity set on the front lawn of Creekside, and I've had RAVE reviews. Ann Casson, the publisher of Grainger Today (our local newspaper) stopped by my table at the Down Home last week to comment on my 'lovely nativity'. If I had the time, I'd put more into it. I like to remind people what the season is supposed to be about.
Cherokee said that people were slowing down on Rutledge Pike to look at it. We had some problems with getting the lights going for it, and last night was the first night it was lit. Until then, people just had to observe it in daylight.
My physical condition is steadily worsening. I can't sleep, and I can't get going. I'm tired all the time, my voice sounds terrible, I cough, have to clear my throat, have difficulty swallowing, and I feel like I've swallowed needles. I'm passing some blood in my stools, which have shown a dramatic increase.
That's the clinical report.
Steve has become quite concerned sinse he's been home this time, and has made me an appointment with another ear, nose, and throat man. I go for my initial visit tomorrow. Several people around town have commented on the fact that I look 'un-well', or look like I don't feel good. And they see me only when I'm in public, and 'on'. I put on quite a show of being the same as before I became ill, but it's becoming harder all the time, and people can tell that there's something wrong. I'm not as bubbly, funny, and energetic as I once was, and I find it harder and harder to 'fake' it for my adoring public.
I do very little at Clairemont any more, and it's showing. I used to do everything: the livestock, fencing repairs, buildings for the livestock, home repairs and maintenance, the up-keep on the vehicles, the yard work, and just general maintenance. This year, I've failed miserably.
My hernia surgery knocked me out of mowing and heavy yard work, and then all the troubles with my throat made (makes) me feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.
I'm very weak (compared to what I was), and I'm constantly exhausted. It's not just being tired, it's total exhaustion. When I'm doing something strenuous, my hands tremble from the effort.
I still play the instruments (when I have the time) but you can easily tell that I'm just too tired to put much into the music, and that I'm terribly out of practice.
Betty Pike and I used to play together, I've played with Margaret Cook, Irene Snider (now Schaffer), Annette Tallent (now dead), and I was the organist for the All-County Gospel Music Association when I was a bit younger and had more time for such things.
I don't believe much of anyone would want me now.
Mary (my sister, Mary Kelly) was in Rutledge yesterday to have two teeth pulled. She had asked me to get Dr. Foutch (who is my dentist) to do them for her. He warned her about how much pain she would have. She's one tough cookie.
She didn't feel like coming to Creekside, so I still have some of her Christmas gifts for her. They're stored up there, as is about everything else I own. The 'stuff' gets in the way, and makes all our work a lot harder. I erected a hoop barn in the back yard, and we're storing things like floor tile, lumber, insulation, cabinets, and materials in it, to keep them on the site and keep the space clear in the house. We've got a lot of things in the garage of the house, but it's ricketty and needs to be torn off the side of the house, and a better one built. I'm going to put the laundry room and (possibly) another bath between the new garage and the kitchen.
Steve and I went up to Kenny Singleton's property to look at what it would take to get the roofing tile away from there. Kenny gave me some terra cotta roof tiles, and they're the same product we have on the rest of the house. I'm planning to use it on the new garage/laundry room/bath when we build it. Kenny is not well, and I'm trying to get that tile before there might be a new owner for the property, which is low ans swampy. They might not be as accomodating as Kenny.
The ground is wet, and has been for the last few weeks. I think there's supposed to be rain today, if it didn't start in the night. I'm going to need to move some cut firewood from Clairemont to Creekside soon, and I'd like to have the fields dry when we do the job. It's some wood that the Byrds cut when they were working for me. It's dry, but stacked out in the fields where they worked, and will definately take some work to get it into the bed of the truck and up to Creekside. Wood heat feels so good, though.
An old family friend from Dante died recently, Wayne Fine. He was a really nice man, with such community good will. He helped everyone and anyone. He and his wife, Barbara, lived beside our farm, at the corner of Brown and Greer Road.
Another death, Bill Looney. He had run a restaurant in the building that used to be 'Shine's' here in Rutledge. He was a nice man, with a great sense of humor.
Barbara and I always watch the obits. There's your mention, Barbara, so don't call me and 'rag' on me. I mention you a lot of times, but when I do, it's not fit for public viewing.
I've got to get off this computer and get to work.
So much to do, so little time.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
I'm up pretty early, even for me.
Yesterday was one of those horrible days that I couldn't do anything but sleep. I don't believe it's exhaustion, though I am pretty tired. I think it's some type of migraine. If I even sit up for a few minutes, I throw up, and exhaustion does not do that to you.
I feel so much like a lazy bum when I do that all day.
Steve is still home, and he took pretty good care of me.
He went up to Creekside, but said there didn't appear to be much done by the workers who were supposed to be there all day.
Janie had called early to say that she had to go to North Carolina, so that's understandable.
I'd like to see more results from Stucco and Guy. There's no reason that two grown men can't get one bedroom plastered in one day.
I'm going to have to clean house again, I'm afraid.
Janie and I haven't got any more flooring laid yet, as we've been called away on small chores and haven't got the time to get started with the adhesive and mess that laying floor entails.
I'm just purely tired of working on that house. I'd like to see more results, and I'm really tired of all our money going into that house with so little result.
I'm getting started off in the wrong direction this morning, so I'd better close my blog and go do some craft painting.
Yesterday was one of those horrible days that I couldn't do anything but sleep. I don't believe it's exhaustion, though I am pretty tired. I think it's some type of migraine. If I even sit up for a few minutes, I throw up, and exhaustion does not do that to you.
I feel so much like a lazy bum when I do that all day.
Steve is still home, and he took pretty good care of me.
He went up to Creekside, but said there didn't appear to be much done by the workers who were supposed to be there all day.
Janie had called early to say that she had to go to North Carolina, so that's understandable.
I'd like to see more results from Stucco and Guy. There's no reason that two grown men can't get one bedroom plastered in one day.
I'm going to have to clean house again, I'm afraid.
Janie and I haven't got any more flooring laid yet, as we've been called away on small chores and haven't got the time to get started with the adhesive and mess that laying floor entails.
I'm just purely tired of working on that house. I'd like to see more results, and I'm really tired of all our money going into that house with so little result.
I'm getting started off in the wrong direction this morning, so I'd better close my blog and go do some craft painting.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
I got up fairly early this morning, and have a few minutes to catch up on this blog.
Night before last was an experience from hell. I couldn't sleep, no matter what I tried. Before the night was out, I had taken 2 1/2 Ambien, 4 Benadryl, 4 Nyquil, 2 Paxil, 3 Neurontin, 2 Skelaxin, and several Valerian. I still could not sleep.
What had brought all this on was the exhaustion with dealing with all the stress in my life.
I've horribly neglected Clairemont, our lovely home, I've worked relentlessly on Creekside,
I've had two surgeries, all my lovely, treasured birds have either been stolen or killed by varmits, our home was burglarized, I've been totally drained by this on-going disease, and our white truck tore up.
Steve had used the truck to back up to the front of the house at Creekside (to unload some fire wood) and it wouldn't go back out of 4-wheel drive. He cussed, yelled, and blamed me for the problem, but I had not driven that truck in days.
It just got me all nervous, and everything came together to create the perfect storm.
...and it did. I started crying about 10:00, and didn't stop until about 4:00 in the morning.
Steve felt badly about un-loading on me, but you can't un-ring a bell.
I stayed home all day Monday, to rest and get myself back together. It must have helped, because I'm back on my regular schedual again. I still feel weak and tired, and my throat sounds like a rumbling dog, but I'm not haveing emotional outbursts and wanting to stay in bed all day.
Our little cat, Sweety, is in heat for her first time, and she's drove us wild with all her anticks.
Steve had never seen a cat in heat, and he wondered if something had made her sick. I said "Yeah, She's love sick".
We'll (meaning I) will have toget her fixed before this happens again.
Things are coming along slowly, but VERY slowly at Creekside.
Poor Janie works herself to death, and she's (like me) seeing so little done for the money.
Stucco has gone off again, and says he can't do anything else until I get a room clear, where he can work.
One bedroom upstairs has only his Baker's scaffolding in it, which he will need to do that ceiling, and he could certainly finish the wall in the stairwell around the new windows there.
Cherokee is just disgusted with him. I'm about to get that way.
I'd just really like to get that house finished.
My house needs my attention. It's sure not as nice as when I was here every day. I just come in, have soup, crackers, a piece of bread with some soda or kool-aid, take my bath, and go to bed. The next morning, it's up and getting ready to get out the door.
I've not been having Mary come so often to clean, because I need to help her, so the house and yard is not looking well-kept.
Janie and I got the front put on the tomato house, where we're storing a lot of the building materials (at Creekside). The rain had been just blowing in for over a month, and it needed to be done. The menfolk didn't show any inclination towards it, so we did it ourselves. It looks pretty good, for two old, white, Southern women to have done it.
Janie brings the most delicious dishes to work. She brought a home-made cheese ball that Steve went bonkers over. She really shows an interest in the old house, and in US. She reminds me so much of my mom. She's full of drive and energy, and she's got some really great ideas. She says that I've taught her so much, but she's given more than she's recieved. She stands up for me, and I'm glad to have her.
The Preliminary Hearing for the bandits is coming up on December 16 (Lawrence's birthday), and I plan to be there. Barbara has tipped off the prosecutor's office that this burglary has really caused me a lot of stress, and that she'd appreciate it if he would bear down a little. She will be there in the court room, wearing a hat, of course (as will I), but she won't look as nice in hers as I will in mine.
The little surprise I had been working on for her was a Christmas Hat. I had made her one last year or before, but it had gotten burned, lost, or mis-placed in her house fire last summer, and she had strongly hinted that she would love to have another of my artistic and original creations for this season. I delivered it to her at the salon shere she gets her hair done, and everyone raved about it.
It's not even daylight yet, and, already, I feel tired.
I might go back to bed for about 30 minutes or so.
Dr. Duck says my red blood cell count is pretty low, and I'd imagine that's one of the reasons for me tireing so easily. I need to eat more chicken liver and green, leafy vegetables,
I've always presumed that Barbara ate enough for both of us. She sure looks it.
Night before last was an experience from hell. I couldn't sleep, no matter what I tried. Before the night was out, I had taken 2 1/2 Ambien, 4 Benadryl, 4 Nyquil, 2 Paxil, 3 Neurontin, 2 Skelaxin, and several Valerian. I still could not sleep.
What had brought all this on was the exhaustion with dealing with all the stress in my life.
I've horribly neglected Clairemont, our lovely home, I've worked relentlessly on Creekside,
I've had two surgeries, all my lovely, treasured birds have either been stolen or killed by varmits, our home was burglarized, I've been totally drained by this on-going disease, and our white truck tore up.
Steve had used the truck to back up to the front of the house at Creekside (to unload some fire wood) and it wouldn't go back out of 4-wheel drive. He cussed, yelled, and blamed me for the problem, but I had not driven that truck in days.
It just got me all nervous, and everything came together to create the perfect storm.
...and it did. I started crying about 10:00, and didn't stop until about 4:00 in the morning.
Steve felt badly about un-loading on me, but you can't un-ring a bell.
I stayed home all day Monday, to rest and get myself back together. It must have helped, because I'm back on my regular schedual again. I still feel weak and tired, and my throat sounds like a rumbling dog, but I'm not haveing emotional outbursts and wanting to stay in bed all day.
Our little cat, Sweety, is in heat for her first time, and she's drove us wild with all her anticks.
Steve had never seen a cat in heat, and he wondered if something had made her sick. I said "Yeah, She's love sick".
We'll (meaning I) will have toget her fixed before this happens again.
Things are coming along slowly, but VERY slowly at Creekside.
Poor Janie works herself to death, and she's (like me) seeing so little done for the money.
Stucco has gone off again, and says he can't do anything else until I get a room clear, where he can work.
One bedroom upstairs has only his Baker's scaffolding in it, which he will need to do that ceiling, and he could certainly finish the wall in the stairwell around the new windows there.
Cherokee is just disgusted with him. I'm about to get that way.
I'd just really like to get that house finished.
My house needs my attention. It's sure not as nice as when I was here every day. I just come in, have soup, crackers, a piece of bread with some soda or kool-aid, take my bath, and go to bed. The next morning, it's up and getting ready to get out the door.
I've not been having Mary come so often to clean, because I need to help her, so the house and yard is not looking well-kept.
Janie and I got the front put on the tomato house, where we're storing a lot of the building materials (at Creekside). The rain had been just blowing in for over a month, and it needed to be done. The menfolk didn't show any inclination towards it, so we did it ourselves. It looks pretty good, for two old, white, Southern women to have done it.
Janie brings the most delicious dishes to work. She brought a home-made cheese ball that Steve went bonkers over. She really shows an interest in the old house, and in US. She reminds me so much of my mom. She's full of drive and energy, and she's got some really great ideas. She says that I've taught her so much, but she's given more than she's recieved. She stands up for me, and I'm glad to have her.
The Preliminary Hearing for the bandits is coming up on December 16 (Lawrence's birthday), and I plan to be there. Barbara has tipped off the prosecutor's office that this burglary has really caused me a lot of stress, and that she'd appreciate it if he would bear down a little. She will be there in the court room, wearing a hat, of course (as will I), but she won't look as nice in hers as I will in mine.
The little surprise I had been working on for her was a Christmas Hat. I had made her one last year or before, but it had gotten burned, lost, or mis-placed in her house fire last summer, and she had strongly hinted that she would love to have another of my artistic and original creations for this season. I delivered it to her at the salon shere she gets her hair done, and everyone raved about it.
It's not even daylight yet, and, already, I feel tired.
I might go back to bed for about 30 minutes or so.
Dr. Duck says my red blood cell count is pretty low, and I'd imagine that's one of the reasons for me tireing so easily. I need to eat more chicken liver and green, leafy vegetables,
I've always presumed that Barbara ate enough for both of us. She sure looks it.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday Dec. 6, 2011
This is not a good time for me to post, as I haven't been to sleep yet, and I'm a little jumpy and nervous.
Steve and I went to lunch today at Gondelier's in Jefferson City, and it was nice.
After that, the trouble started. Steve disagreed with every decision I made, even about how to get out of the parking lot. We went to Lowes, and he didn't like anything I did there, either.
I can't please him.
My nerves are in a state, and I'm either crying all the time or I'm totally 'wacked out' on the bed.
He says he's leaving Tuesday, and it's past time.
The white truck started giving trouble this evening on the way home from Creekside. Of course it was my fault, and I got yelled at for the problem, even though I had'nd driven the car for several days. I think some of the brake calipers are too tight. But it's just another upset in a long line of others.
Patty and Jack came by with her two grand children. They're a 'rescue' from their parents.
Patty loves what I'm doing with the house.She can hardly wait until it's finished. I can't wait, either.
I picked up rocks in the front yard this afternoon. It was pretty out, with just a slight chill in the air. No worked today but Steve and I. We didn't get a lot accomplised, because we had so much company They all want the grand tour. I'm glad to what off all we've done,
The outside is looking great, and Stucco will be proud to have done so much to help make the house so beautiful. He sure is a master craftsman.
I'm sleepy now, but I need some rest.
Steve and I went to lunch today at Gondelier's in Jefferson City, and it was nice.
After that, the trouble started. Steve disagreed with every decision I made, even about how to get out of the parking lot. We went to Lowes, and he didn't like anything I did there, either.
I can't please him.
My nerves are in a state, and I'm either crying all the time or I'm totally 'wacked out' on the bed.
He says he's leaving Tuesday, and it's past time.
The white truck started giving trouble this evening on the way home from Creekside. Of course it was my fault, and I got yelled at for the problem, even though I had'nd driven the car for several days. I think some of the brake calipers are too tight. But it's just another upset in a long line of others.
Patty and Jack came by with her two grand children. They're a 'rescue' from their parents.
Patty loves what I'm doing with the house.She can hardly wait until it's finished. I can't wait, either.
I picked up rocks in the front yard this afternoon. It was pretty out, with just a slight chill in the air. No worked today but Steve and I. We didn't get a lot accomplised, because we had so much company They all want the grand tour. I'm glad to what off all we've done,
The outside is looking great, and Stucco will be proud to have done so much to help make the house so beautiful. He sure is a master craftsman.
I'm sleepy now, but I need some rest.
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