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.