Tuesday, December 28, 2011 AM

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.