Sunday PM Catchup

Cherokee says I don't blog often enough anymore.
I know that.  I just don't take the time.  It's only a few minutes if I keep up, but takes me so long to remember everything if I wait too long.
The Rutledge Police came and got John Estep out of my front yard last week, and it's been a nightmare sinse then.  He is so useful.  He was arrested because he didn't keep in touch close enough with his parole officer over a traffic violation from over two years ago.  He had been charged with child endangerment over his child being in the car when he was speeding.
He's such a caring and thoughtful man, and he asked his 'woman' to have me please hold his job until he gets out.  I paid his fines, which he will work out in time when he's released.
The police officer cried and asked my forgiveness when he took John.  I guess I'm a big cheese, and he didn't want me to hold a grudge.
I thanked him for doing his duty, but expressed regret that I will have to get along without John until his release.
My neighbor, Mrs. Cabbage, had her Lincoln for sale last week, and I kept thinking that I might stop and ask about it.  I finally walked over with two friends today and asked about it, but it had been sold for $1200.00.  It looked new, and drove like a dream.
I'm so sorry I missed the boat on that one.
I worked some on fences up in the back fields this morning, and worked on the swimming pool this afternoon, with Cherokee's help.  It is filthy from all the leaves and such that blow towards pools in the winter.  Steve refused to heat it with my solar water heater last year, and I couldn't get in it.  With PAD and fibro, you don't get in cold water....ever.
I repaired the solar heater today, and raised the temp five degrees just today, which was not a hot day.
I had to clean the filter about every five minutes, but it's getting cleaner all the time.
I enjoyed it so much year before last.  It's nice to get in the water and 'float' while you walk when it's been hot all day, but I can't take the cold water.  I look forward to getting in the pool after a day working at Creekside.
I went to a County Commission meeting last week with Janie.  She spoke on the waste disposal problem with her neighbors, and I spoke about the tax issues in Grainger County.  I brought the house down when I rebutted some lady's comments about the taxes in our county doubling last year.  She said that her ministry was to the aged, and that they were having to eat dog food to get by after paying their taxes.  I told the meeting that pork and beans were cheaper, not to speak of rice, potatoes, pinto beans, macaroni, and various sale items in the canned food departments.
The County Commission laughed out loud when they saw her face as I tore into her arguments.
I'm almost considering a run for Commission next term, so it would behoove me to have a few of them on my side.  The Mayor, Mark Hipshire, adored my thanks to him in keeping our tax base low.  He knows he has my support.
I stopped to talk with Lois Kitts today for a few minutes.  She's the new widow at the head of our road.  She's doing alright, but missed Bill so badly.  He was a good friend and neighbor.  She had the bouquet I had made for his funeral on her front porch.  It is rather huge, and everyone says it's the most beautiful arrangement they've ever seen.  I wish mom could see that the flower arrangement classes worked to my advantage.
I told her that Steve often asked about her.
Our road is named for her father.
Steve yelled at me for so long tonight because he wants me to get the new cat neutered.  I assured him that I would call Katina Turley tomorrow morning and make an appointment.  He's so anal.
I'm making a lot of Jello.  I enjoy the cool and sweet favor in the evening, and the gelatin and fluids are good for me.
My health is failing so quickly.  I've been terribly hoarse all day, sounding again like the growths are back.  I don't even want to go to the doctors anymore.  They can't agree, and they all just make me feel more like dying.
I'm depressed.