Friday, August , 2012 AM

It's thundering outside, so I don't know how the weather is going to play out for today.
Steve and I tried our hand at stripping the floors at Creekside with chemical stripper last night, and it was a lot of work as well as a miserable failure.  We have about decided to go with one of those huge belt-type sanders and fine-grit paper.  That old, dried-out oak flooring is as hard as a rock, and won't give in to just any attempt at sanding it down.
I was little help, as I stay sleepy from the chemo treatments, and I am weakened from them, as well.  I feel so useless and weary all the time.  I'm also probably weakened by not eating as much sweet stuff, as Steve is trying so hard to keep my sugar level down.  I've always had high sugar count, and being low does not give me the same energy level.  But I think it's mostly the poisonous chemo and the bodily stress from the surgeries.
We have two peafowl hens setting on six eggs, and I really hope that they will hatch some babies for me.  I'd love to get something (finally) from all the investment I've got in those birds.  Their father would be the Jave Green male, and they bring big money at farm sales and auctions.
I brought some of Clarence's laundry home with me last night, and it was so filthy that Steve told me it might as well be thrown away.  I used extra detergent, bleach, and warm water, and we'll see this morning if my efforts worked, when I take them out of the washer.  Today, I'm going to strip the bed he used when he spends the night, as it looks pretty dirty.  I don't think he was well-trained about cleanliness.
Marge Welch says she has some ribbon and a little lace she's sending me for my hat project, as well as for my own efforts towards my wardrobe re-do.  I'm having to take up some of my clothing, and I'm 'blinging' it to make me look a little less tragic and sad.  I just don't want to look as badly as I feel.
There are some ladies that have contacted me through my Craig'sList listing who have some things they want to give for my hat project.
I take almost any sewing notions, feathers, or beads, and try to make something nice for the chemo ladies and girls who have lost their hair.
Muriel Daniel has made another come-back from the doors of death, it seems.  She has been quite ill for many years, and gets very low at times, but has always recovered.  One of these times, she won't be coming home in her Lexus.  That will be a very sad day, as she has been a good neighbor and friend to all in this area.  She is married to Creed Daniel, a local lawyer, and is the mother of 'Cooter' Daniel, a local singer, and Dirk Daniel, who is also a local lawyer.  He has done well.
The Tomato Festival did not do so well this year.  I think the heat and the fact that there's almost always a bad storm right in the middle of the festivities have made people a little leery of it, and the fact that most of the merchants don't do much business.  They've had to get by without me for many years.
I got a nice get-well card from Sister Katherine Judge, one of the nuns in Aunt Kitty's order, The Sisters of Saint Joseph of Rochester.  She is a sweet little lady who has visited our home several times, and is always welcome.  She assured me of her prayers, and the prayers of the Sisters in her convent.
Stumpy just came to sit in my lap while I'm writing.  She always wants to be near me.  I love that little bundle of fur and energy so much.
Lynn didn't come this time for my treatment because she has shingles.  They're a misery to her.
I surely don't need to be exposed to them, as I have so little immunity at this time while on chemo.
Janie will be back on Sunday evening, and I'll be so glad to see her again.  I hope she's not too tired from all her 'vacation'.
I've been trying to contact Cherokee, but she won't answer her phone.  She screens her calls, and I guess she just don't want to talk to me.
I haven't talked to Barbara much lately, either, but she's so boring that I wouldn't remember it if I did.
She's still terribly fat, and pretty ugly, as well, so not talking to her is probably a relief.
She and Elizabeth will be going to the beauty salon today, and it will sure make this area a better place to have her all groomed up and looking a little better.
There's your mention, Barbara.