Yesterday, I had another of those 'Sleeping Migraines', which kept me in bed all day. Steve was impatient with me at first, but saw how I heaved and threw up when I tried to get up, so he soon turned compassionate and took pretty good care of me. It snowed on and off most of the day. It always snows on Jonquils, and they're blooming now.
I got an e-mail from Betty Pike telling me of Fred Denton's death. It had been expected for some time. She is good to keep me informed of the 'going-ons' within the Truth. Fred had been ill for a long time. He and his wife, Wilma, called themselves The Flintstones, and were well-liked. Wilma had never professed, I don't think.
At Creekside, I had asked Steve if we could convert the door between the living room and the downstairs sun room into a pocket door. I didn't want the door to swing either way, and this will be a good alternative. There's a wall space to accomodate it, and I think it will be a good idea. I had found a lovely french door for that doorway, and I think making it a pocket door will be nice.
Janie and I went up to Jo's for lunch on Friday. She has a small restaurant in Rogersville. She had struggled at first with her business, and I had helped her some with dishes, table cloths, and decorations, so I have a personal interest in her doing well there. She won't let me pay for my meals, which is a priveledge that I am careful to not abuse, and makes me feel appreciated.
We also went to a small shop there, where we found some little treasures.
We stopped at some other small places, and then got back home to Creekside and to work.
It was a nice diversion. I like to include Janie in my ramblings, as she does the driving, and we have so much fun. Our personalities blend so well.
I found some lovely pink draperies at one shop, and they will be a nice decoration for some room. I don't know yet where I'll use them, but they will come in handy, and the price was right. It's hard to find several pair of draperies at a re-sale shop, and all my rooms seem to have so many windows.
Gary, the man who lives with Joy, Janie's sister, started working on the tractor, which is the bane of my existence. It has never run right, and I'll be so glad if he can fix it. He's then going to repair the brakes and do a tune-up on the red Dodge truck. I picked up the parts at Doyle's, here in Rutledge. When he gets all that done, he plans to repair the white Dodge truck. We're going to keep him busy.
They're planning to move here, which will be nice, as Joy is so nice (much like Janie), and Gary seems willing to be a help. He's a great ol' big fellow, and can really be a help with the heavy lifting.
Guy, who had worked for us some time before, came by Friday night about 9:00, demanding money from Steve. He didn't get any. Guy had worked under Stucco, and I had paid Stucco, who said that he would pay Guy. We don't owe Guy anything, as I figure. He went on a tirade to Steve, telling him we were cruel to have worked him for so little, but we paid him what he had asked for.
Stucco still has a key to the house, as he still has a set of Baker's scaffolding there. We set it on the front porch last week, but he's not come after it yet. It was in the way of Janie's cleaning, and Stucco's not there anymore.
We find holes (still!) in the house every time we start to do something new. I don't know how anyone ever lived there.
The work I did to the sunroom floor has made such a remarkable difference. Everyone who walks on the floor comments about it. It sure feels stronger.
Friday evening, I worked some more on wrapping water pipes down in the basement. It was supposed to get down to 18 (I think) last night, and I was trying to get ready for bitterly cold weather. I told Steve to leave the lights on down there, and he said he might put a small electric heater down there, too. Running a little heat would certainly be better than broken plumbing.
I used some old socks of Steve's to wrap the bends and corners. They stretch like Ace bandages, and fit the bends better than anything else I've found. The pre-formed L-corner pieces you buy at Lowe's do not fit very well. They also do not perform well. So, I used what momma had always used...old socks. I taped them to the pipe bends, then started wrapping just like I would for a damaged wrist or elbow on a person. It made a pretty neat 'bandage'.
I don't know why builders don't just wrap plumbing while the wall cavities are open. It sure would be easier. I put foam pipe wrappings on our plumbing here while we were building. Some people asked why I did that, and I told them that it was to keep down noise of water passing through the pipes, and to prevent freezing, 'just in case'. This sure is a well-built house, and I'm glad we have it. It is a house built on a rock. Lots of them.
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