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.
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