Yesterday was a busy day. Joy, Janie's sister, came and helped at Creekside, and she made a wonderful difference. That woman is a cleaning freak. She cleaned the upstairs west bathroom, and it sparkles, now. She shut the door so the men might take the hint and leave the nice bathroom for us ladies.
She washed windows, and helped Janie and me prime the walls in the rear bedroom, which had lately been a deep torquoise. There's a lot of fresh plaster work in that room, and primer was a necessary step before final color or wall paper. I think we're decided on a lovely Wisteria paper, which has a white background, and is just beautiful. We're going with white trim in that room. Having primer on the walls makes it feel mose like a house than a construction site. It also cuts the dust, which has been the bane of my existence for so long.
Gary, Joy's man, is working on the red Dodge truck, and I hope he can get it back as it should be. He's waiting for a part to come in at Robert's this morning to complete the job. He's such a beg, strong fellow, and seems willing to work. He's opening up a little more with us, and is beginning to seem like one of the family.
They have found a mobile home down towards Red House that they're hoping to rent, and I'm glad they're finding a home here.
Joy is not well, and Janie wants to 'mother' her, and having her close will take some worry off Janie.
Steve is researching on the internet how to hang the really huge chandelier in the stairway. It's about 3 1/2 feet tall, and hangs with a chain. It probably weighs about 75 pounds or so, and will need strong support in the attic for it's base and because of it's massive weight.
It's going to be a 'project' to get it hung, but it will look fabulous.
I've got two rolls of wallpaper that I'd like to use in the day room. They are very near the paper that was original to that room. Two rolls are not nearly enough, and it's out of print.
Steve found some on e-bay, but it's a little pricey, and I don't know if I'm that determined to have it.
Janie and I might take a sample to Knox Rail Salvage and see if we can match it there. Their wall paper is only a dollar a roll. It's amazing how much Janie and I agree on decorating ideas. She's such a fun lady. We become closer every day.
Cherokee's mother was supposed to have surgery sometime around now, but we haven't heard anything from her. She never tells anyone anything. I think she's afraid of burdening others with her problems.
What little hair I have left is still falling out. I'm despondant about it, but there's little I can do, other than what I'm doing now.
Penny Bailey is out of jail, which gives me some worry. Steve kept the news from me as long as he could, as he was afraid it would add to my stress. It does.
She's out of jail, and I'm still out of my jewelry. I don't feel that I'll ever be compensated in any way. Some Justice System.
I've heard that Rhonda is visiting Randy in jail every visitation day. He is having no social disgrace over this situation, and families just enable those who break the law by standing by them for years while they abuse society and the laws.
I don't want to write any more now, but I have to mention Barbara, the ugly one.
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