It's early for me to post, but I need to get an early start on my day.
The workers from Creekside are supposed to come today and help me get the yard in shape. It suffered from severe neglect last year, as I had two surgeries and couldn't do my usual work on it.
We are moving things from Creekside to Clairemont and the storage unit to make more room for working at Creekside. It seems like we have to move something out of the way every time we do anything.
Sammy Fox came and installed a bright orange fence in front of the pasture next to the yard, and I want to hurl every time I look at it. I'm going to paint it with brown, green, and gray spray paint. I can't stand it.
We are spending a lot of time on the yard, and it sure takes away from doing things to the house that need to be done.
Today is supposed to be nice, so the yard work should go well.
I had 'night sweats' all night, and my night shirt was soaking several times.
Janie and Cherokee came up to Clairemont last evening, and I gave them the 'fifty-cent' tour.
They both loved everything. It needs cleaning.
Faune Gerber is asking for prayer that the marriage of her daughter will not fail. I think the divorce hearing is for later this week. I hope it's not too late.
I'm painting (at night) a ceiling medallion for the front upstairs bedroom at Creekside. It's called the Wisteria Room. I'm matching the colors in the wall paper to the medallion.
Barbara's mother sent me the nicest little boquet as a thank you for taking Barbara to the terminal to get her night tables. It wasn't necessary, but it was sweet.
Well, I'm off.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sunday AM
It's time for an update.
Ruby Oaks, an old friend from the Truth, died this week. She was 88 years old, but the last time we talked, she was clear and alert. She had lived the last year or so with her daughter, Donna Brown, a widowed lady. She also professes, and is one of the sweetest women I've ever known, with a good spirit, a clear testimony, and a sweet heart. She is the sister-in-law of Cheryl Brown, an old childhood friend who I still talk with on occasion.
Bill Kitts' funeral was week before last, but I didn't attend the funeral. I just can't stand in those long lines and watch everyone hold a family reunion. I went early with my floral offering, singed the book, and beat the crowd. Sammy Fox told me the line was so long that the service had to be held late.
Cherokee, Janie, and I took the day yesterday for a 'girl's day', and went to North Carolina for a road trip. Janie had to take her grandaughter back home, and we wanted to stop at all the Goodwill's and Habitat Stores along the way.
I found a lovely light fixture for the living room at Creekside. I was not too sure what I would do for overhead lighting in that room, but this fixture is perfect, and it was cheap, which is what I really like.
I also found some lovely wooden cornice boards for larger windows. That Habitat is really reasonable, and the manager is really nice. There was an older lady helping him, and she was really helpful in getting our merchandise to the front of the store and into the truck.
My friend John brought me several loads of concrete blocks this week for a really great price. They were from an old mobile home foundation where the trailer had burned. It must have been a dirty job, but the block were cheap, his labor was, too, and I"m glad to have something to use in building our house for such a good price.
He is local, and is a good worker. His pretty sister, Ashley, works at the car wash across the street, and causes a few horns to blow when she's working in her hot pants and halter tops.
We've been working on the yard a great deal, and it shows it. We have faithfully burned on a huge brush pile that was an eyesore, and it gone now. It really opens up the yard.
I repaired an angel figurine that was broken, and I'm now looking for a solar light to put in her hand, which is held aloft.
I also put a light in a stained glass flower pot, and it looks so pretty in the evening. It's on the front steps now, but Janie says it would look better down by the deck. We'll try it there.
Clarence Singleton comes by almost every day to visit, and Janie often puts him to work. He's so simply minded that he can't be trusted to complete a task without supervision, but he needs to feel useful. We put mirrors and reflectors on his bicycle to keep him safer on the roads, and we almost always feed him, either with Janie's offerings or we take him to eat. I try to not give him money, as he uses it for cigarettes or God knows what, and is still hungry.
He's quite well-known around Rutledge, but most of the people he knows are not his real friends, and they tease and ridicule him. I try to treat him as a real person, which he is, and he loves the attention and affection I give him. He was born with a cleft palate, which has never been repaired, and he is a Down's child, so he is not pretty, and sometimes it's really hard to understand his speach, but he's a friend, and worth the effort.
He wears pink hats, almost all of which I've bought him. I thinks he likes the singularity it brings to him.
I need to get to work, and I'm sure I've forgotten some things, but there will be other posts.
Ruby Oaks, an old friend from the Truth, died this week. She was 88 years old, but the last time we talked, she was clear and alert. She had lived the last year or so with her daughter, Donna Brown, a widowed lady. She also professes, and is one of the sweetest women I've ever known, with a good spirit, a clear testimony, and a sweet heart. She is the sister-in-law of Cheryl Brown, an old childhood friend who I still talk with on occasion.
Bill Kitts' funeral was week before last, but I didn't attend the funeral. I just can't stand in those long lines and watch everyone hold a family reunion. I went early with my floral offering, singed the book, and beat the crowd. Sammy Fox told me the line was so long that the service had to be held late.
Cherokee, Janie, and I took the day yesterday for a 'girl's day', and went to North Carolina for a road trip. Janie had to take her grandaughter back home, and we wanted to stop at all the Goodwill's and Habitat Stores along the way.
I found a lovely light fixture for the living room at Creekside. I was not too sure what I would do for overhead lighting in that room, but this fixture is perfect, and it was cheap, which is what I really like.
I also found some lovely wooden cornice boards for larger windows. That Habitat is really reasonable, and the manager is really nice. There was an older lady helping him, and she was really helpful in getting our merchandise to the front of the store and into the truck.
My friend John brought me several loads of concrete blocks this week for a really great price. They were from an old mobile home foundation where the trailer had burned. It must have been a dirty job, but the block were cheap, his labor was, too, and I"m glad to have something to use in building our house for such a good price.
He is local, and is a good worker. His pretty sister, Ashley, works at the car wash across the street, and causes a few horns to blow when she's working in her hot pants and halter tops.
We've been working on the yard a great deal, and it shows it. We have faithfully burned on a huge brush pile that was an eyesore, and it gone now. It really opens up the yard.
I repaired an angel figurine that was broken, and I'm now looking for a solar light to put in her hand, which is held aloft.
I also put a light in a stained glass flower pot, and it looks so pretty in the evening. It's on the front steps now, but Janie says it would look better down by the deck. We'll try it there.
Clarence Singleton comes by almost every day to visit, and Janie often puts him to work. He's so simply minded that he can't be trusted to complete a task without supervision, but he needs to feel useful. We put mirrors and reflectors on his bicycle to keep him safer on the roads, and we almost always feed him, either with Janie's offerings or we take him to eat. I try to not give him money, as he uses it for cigarettes or God knows what, and is still hungry.
He's quite well-known around Rutledge, but most of the people he knows are not his real friends, and they tease and ridicule him. I try to treat him as a real person, which he is, and he loves the attention and affection I give him. He was born with a cleft palate, which has never been repaired, and he is a Down's child, so he is not pretty, and sometimes it's really hard to understand his speach, but he's a friend, and worth the effort.
He wears pink hats, almost all of which I've bought him. I thinks he likes the singularity it brings to him.
I need to get to work, and I'm sure I've forgotten some things, but there will be other posts.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012 AM
I haven't blogged in a while. I've been busy, tired (a lot), and ill (some).
My hair is coming back fairly fast, but I don't dare tease it or do anything to it to possibly cause any damage. I am so frustrated with it. I've never fixed short hair, and it's all new to me.
Creekside is comong along pretty well. Janie's pushing everyone is getting things going, and keeping them going, so that more is getting done.
More and more people are commenting on how nice things are looking.
We're not getting much done inside, but the yard and grounds are getting to looking really nice.
A large cedar tree came down in a storm last week, and did some damage to the peafowl aviary, which will have to be repaired when I find the time.
Ruby Oakes' funeral was Wednesday night, but I just couldn't go. She was a fine professing woman. I'm too tired to go to funerals and social events at night.
I had another 'sleeping migraine' all day yesterday, but Janie kept the ball rolling at Creekside, and the work went on.
Yesterday was Steve's birthday, and I'm working on several projects to surprise him when he gets home next time.
I need to get going on chores.
Oh, yes, Barbara's still fat. and her momma dresses her funny.
My hair is coming back fairly fast, but I don't dare tease it or do anything to it to possibly cause any damage. I am so frustrated with it. I've never fixed short hair, and it's all new to me.
Creekside is comong along pretty well. Janie's pushing everyone is getting things going, and keeping them going, so that more is getting done.
More and more people are commenting on how nice things are looking.
We're not getting much done inside, but the yard and grounds are getting to looking really nice.
A large cedar tree came down in a storm last week, and did some damage to the peafowl aviary, which will have to be repaired when I find the time.
Ruby Oakes' funeral was Wednesday night, but I just couldn't go. She was a fine professing woman. I'm too tired to go to funerals and social events at night.
I had another 'sleeping migraine' all day yesterday, but Janie kept the ball rolling at Creekside, and the work went on.
Yesterday was Steve's birthday, and I'm working on several projects to surprise him when he gets home next time.
I need to get going on chores.
Oh, yes, Barbara's still fat. and her momma dresses her funny.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012 AM
Faune Gerber called me last night, which usually shows concern on her part, so I guess I'd better blog, and let the whole world know how things are going.
Having Steve home sinse November has me really spoiled. He's been especially kind, nurturing, and gentle, knowing that my mental health has been stretched to the breaking point with all the trauma drama.
My hair is still coming out, but very slowly now, as there's not so much of it left to fall out. I'm doing everything to keep even a little bit of it, but everytime I shampoo or style my hair, I cry at the pitiful little sprig I have left.
Penny, the female devil, drove by Creekside one night last week and 'shot me the bird'.
I called the police, as that is breaking her parole. The city cop didn't even know that she was out. He had taken the burglary report on Eileen Collin's house, which is in the city, and my house is in the county. We can see each other's houses. She is not doing so well, either, having had a stroke when they broke into her home.
I wonder why the city and county cops don't keep in closer touch.
I've heard a rumor that the FBI put a 'plant' in the Grainger County Jail, and that he's already gathered enough evidence of wrongdoing to get Casper out of office.
That would be a day of great celebration.
Dwight Bull is opening a new restaurant in town today. I won't be eating there.
Steve and I went up yesterday to Kenny Singleton's old bar property to get some of the roof tiles he gave me last summer. They're really heavy, and back in some tangled undergrowth. As could be expected, Steve gave out and didn't want to get many after we got there, and left the ones we did get on the back of the truck overnight. He wants to unload them here, but we'll be using the at Creekside. His methods usually double the work for any project.
I couldn't sleep last night, and was in the livingroom painting, when I heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. It was the compressor on the built-in refridgerator. Our neighbor, Mike Illic, does repairs on these things, and he told me once before that they're not worth the cost of repairs. A new one costs about $10,000.00.
I don't know what Steve will want to do.
Janie's brother, Fred, and his wife, Mary Ann, are hgere this week from New York. They're buying a house down on water street. It's going to need a lot of work, and I'm glad to have enough building supplies to help them. He's very out-going, but she's a little quiter. They're both really nice folks, and I think they'll fit in real well in East Tennessee.
Betty Pike wrote me an e-mail the other day, telling me that I need to take a break. As usual, the Sister Workers are always right. I really want to. I'm tired to the core of my being, and it would be so nice to get up in the mornings without so much to do.
Speaking of things to do....chores await.
Having Steve home sinse November has me really spoiled. He's been especially kind, nurturing, and gentle, knowing that my mental health has been stretched to the breaking point with all the trauma drama.
My hair is still coming out, but very slowly now, as there's not so much of it left to fall out. I'm doing everything to keep even a little bit of it, but everytime I shampoo or style my hair, I cry at the pitiful little sprig I have left.
Penny, the female devil, drove by Creekside one night last week and 'shot me the bird'.
I called the police, as that is breaking her parole. The city cop didn't even know that she was out. He had taken the burglary report on Eileen Collin's house, which is in the city, and my house is in the county. We can see each other's houses. She is not doing so well, either, having had a stroke when they broke into her home.
I wonder why the city and county cops don't keep in closer touch.
I've heard a rumor that the FBI put a 'plant' in the Grainger County Jail, and that he's already gathered enough evidence of wrongdoing to get Casper out of office.
That would be a day of great celebration.
Dwight Bull is opening a new restaurant in town today. I won't be eating there.
Steve and I went up yesterday to Kenny Singleton's old bar property to get some of the roof tiles he gave me last summer. They're really heavy, and back in some tangled undergrowth. As could be expected, Steve gave out and didn't want to get many after we got there, and left the ones we did get on the back of the truck overnight. He wants to unload them here, but we'll be using the at Creekside. His methods usually double the work for any project.
I couldn't sleep last night, and was in the livingroom painting, when I heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. It was the compressor on the built-in refridgerator. Our neighbor, Mike Illic, does repairs on these things, and he told me once before that they're not worth the cost of repairs. A new one costs about $10,000.00.
I don't know what Steve will want to do.
Janie's brother, Fred, and his wife, Mary Ann, are hgere this week from New York. They're buying a house down on water street. It's going to need a lot of work, and I'm glad to have enough building supplies to help them. He's very out-going, but she's a little quiter. They're both really nice folks, and I think they'll fit in real well in East Tennessee.
Betty Pike wrote me an e-mail the other day, telling me that I need to take a break. As usual, the Sister Workers are always right. I really want to. I'm tired to the core of my being, and it would be so nice to get up in the mornings without so much to do.
Speaking of things to do....chores await.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Thursday AM Early
Another sleepless night. I can get to sleep, then Steve comes to bed late and wakes my up. Then I can't get back to sleep, and I'm up all night.
I'm foggy headed from all the Ambien I've took throughout the night. I took half a Percocet earlier, and it's doing the trick. My head is spinning.
There's a little trauma drama at work, but I'll go into it later.
I'm foggy headed from all the Ambien I've took throughout the night. I took half a Percocet earlier, and it's doing the trick. My head is spinning.
There's a little trauma drama at work, but I'll go into it later.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Saturday, March 4, 2012 AM
It's been a rough week. My health is declining, with hair still coming out every time I brush it or shampoo it. I only shampoo about once a week, because I'm afraid it will cause what little hair I still have to come out sooner. I brush very gently.
My appearance is now so bad that friends look concerned and ask if I'm well.
Janie is doing all she can to keep my spirits up. She's experimenting with new hair styles, too, and it almost makes it fun to have a 'sister' to try new styles with. She's so upbeat.
We now have one of the upstairs bedrooms ready for wallpaper. We are working hard, but we've finally seeing tangible results. That's encouraging.
We rented a storage locker to take some of the excess building materials to, and it's made a lot more walking and working space. We've got a huge stash of tile (both floor and wall) there, and quite a bit of wood and laminate floor covering.
Barbara hasn't helped us move anything.
My feet and legs hurt all the time, and I've had another 'sleeping migraine'. I guess I need the rest.
Steve now has an office in the library of Creekside, and he spends almost all of every day there, as the internet is faster there. We painted the walls in there, and are ready for the crown moulding. We're not going to put the baseboards down until we re-finish the floors.
Sweety is in heat, and she's yowling and crying all over the house. I've got to get her fixed before the next heat cycle.
Not much more to tell here, as it's just on-going and un-ending work.
My appearance is now so bad that friends look concerned and ask if I'm well.
Janie is doing all she can to keep my spirits up. She's experimenting with new hair styles, too, and it almost makes it fun to have a 'sister' to try new styles with. She's so upbeat.
We now have one of the upstairs bedrooms ready for wallpaper. We are working hard, but we've finally seeing tangible results. That's encouraging.
We rented a storage locker to take some of the excess building materials to, and it's made a lot more walking and working space. We've got a huge stash of tile (both floor and wall) there, and quite a bit of wood and laminate floor covering.
Barbara hasn't helped us move anything.
My feet and legs hurt all the time, and I've had another 'sleeping migraine'. I guess I need the rest.
Steve now has an office in the library of Creekside, and he spends almost all of every day there, as the internet is faster there. We painted the walls in there, and are ready for the crown moulding. We're not going to put the baseboards down until we re-finish the floors.
Sweety is in heat, and she's yowling and crying all over the house. I've got to get her fixed before the next heat cycle.
Not much more to tell here, as it's just on-going and un-ending work.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I'm about to give up on this blog. There are several things going wrong with my computer, and Steve won't repair them. When I suggest that I call a repairman, he throws a hissy fit, and it's just not all worth it.
Yesterday, I was in bed all day with a 'sleeping migraine'. I felt so useless.
It stormed all day, soI would have been miserable at Creekside, working, also.
Yesterday, I was in bed all day with a 'sleeping migraine'. I felt so useless.
It stormed all day, soI would have been miserable at Creekside, working, also.
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