It's a Red Letter Day for me!
Joy Belle Cox is coming to Clairemont to record her music for me!
I've known Joy almost all of my life, and she has a remarkable talent for piano, and I've DREAMED of having some of her music to listen to at any time for many years, and Joy, I, and my favorite niece, Judy, have finally got it all arranged. They're coming today, and I'm in BLISS!
Judy will, of course, have to work the recording studio equipment, as Joy and I are equally akward with electronic equipment, and this system is somewhat complicated. I've had it for about 5 years, but Steve would never operate it so that my music could be recorded and heard by others. Now, I'm coming to the end of my life, I'm weak and tired, and there will be no more of my music after I'm gone.
But, until then, I will have some of Joy's music.
I've painted her one of my famous yard flags with her name on it, and musical notes, to display in her yard or on a porch. I so appreciate her making this concession for me, and I want her to feel the love I have for her doing so.
She's a hat lady, and I've offered to make her a hat (or maybe more than one) for her efforts, though she said that no compensation would be necessary. That's just the kind of person she is. After my raving about her talents to Barbara, she asked me to make her a copy of the CD, as she also loves good, old-time gospel music. She knows how I've longed for Joy's music for so long.
It's also a Red Letter Day because Judy is coming with Joy. She might have to slip off upstairs to a guest room and try to sleep, as her schedule is so hectic. She came by yesterday to catch a short nap before trying the trip home to Clinton. She was so tired, she was afraid she might go to sleep behind the wheel. She's always welcome. I put her in the Vanderbuilt Suite, and she was so glad it can be darkened by having green window shades. She didn't want me to turn down the bed for her, but shen I did, and she felt the silk sheets, she was glad. They are a little bit of heaven, and she wound up sleeping longer than she had planned. I'm glad to give her a little comfort.
We took her to breakfast at Shoney's in Dandridge, and she and I both ate like pigs.
I'll take the ladies to Down Home today for lunch, as my cooking just isn't that great anymore, and I want to give them choice. I'm sure Penny Satterfield will treat us all with the utmost respect and regard.
I've tried to clean a little more on the house, so that Joy will enjoy her visit more, but I'm so weak and tired, I get little done. Steve says he's going to Morristown to rent a floor sander (again) and re-do the floors at Creekside, so I can't count on him for anything.
Lynn is coming this evening, and the grass looks like a jungle. I sure can't push a small lawnmower, and I'd shake my insides out if I tried riding one. I'll just have to apologise to everyone.
It's a shame to let such a nice home look so ragged.
Sweety is in heat again, and Steve is mad at me for not getting her fixed yet. I have so much time to worry about the heat cycles of a house cat, I just KNOW. It looks like he's just ask some of his on-line buds how to do it, and get a razor blade and start chopping away. Or, here's an idea, get in the phone directory, call a vet, and take her himself!
Wow! I just don't know why he hasn't thought of that.
I hardly drive at all anymore, so that's one trip he could save me.
Well, I'll write more later, as I want to get back to work on the house.
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