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.