I saw Chris Mannes in the Rutledge Goodwill yesterday, and she told me she keeps up with my progress (it this progress?) through my blog, so I guess it's time to blog again, for those who just might be interested.
I'm having another bout with the terrible diahrea from hell. I'm eating Imodium, but it's not stopped it yet.
That's just one of the lovely side effects of the delightful chemo threapy.
I still can't touch anything cold, wash my hands in cold water, or drink anything cold.
I so long for iced tea, a popcicle, or a dish of ice cream. Well, not until the chemo round is over.
Only a few more months....I think four, if all goes well.
Janie and Cherokee are mad at each other over some text messages Tina (Janie's daughter) sent to Cherokee, and supposedly, some that Cherokee sent back to Tina.
Tina has wound up in the cardiac unit at Morristown Hospital with heart palpations. I think it probably has more to do with Shawn being in jail, and she's missing the rather obvious sexual activity that they had going. She's also now going to have to pay her own bills, which she can't do, sinse she's quit her job and has no savings. Shawn had been helping her with bills, and now that's gone.
Trauma Drama.
I'm going to the court house in Rutledge today to start a little drama myself. I'm getting an eviction notice against John to get him out of the trailer. He's not paid a cent in rent in over three months, and he just HAS to go. He's been a great sorrow to me. I gave him three days to get out over two weeks ago, and he responded by changing the locks on the trailer and throwing a bunch of garbage into the yard, where animals have now strewn it all over the place. Dirk Daniel will be livid, as will Jesse, his handyman.
Steve has worked like a trooper, and got the three bedrooms and the hallway at the top of the stairs sanded and ready to prep for finish. They look fabulous! It's took a lot of work, but they're worth it. I've been almost no help, as the exhaustion and fatigue of the chemo limit me so. I can't handle the large floor sanders, either. Also, I can't take the dust, and don't need to be exposed to anything that will make me any sicker.
I'm having a lot of trouble staying awake. I almost went to sleep and run out of the road coming home from Morristown yesterday....twice. I don't know if I should be driving so much.
Janie's back from New York, and she's glad to take me anywhere I need to go, but she charges me an hourly rate, and she sometimes does her own running on my time, so it can get costly.
Tom is still working out real well. He's a little slow, but does very nice work, and we're happy with him. He's just got his own pace, but he holds it all day, without loafing time.
He's doing a masterful job on the woodwork upstairs.
I'm about to finish painting a nice big flag which I plan to give to Nancy Acuff. It's got a white pickett fence in it, and she loves pickett fences. She's a nice lady, and she deserves a little recognition.
I'm continueing with my tailoring of my wardrobe, to keep myself in clothes that fit. I got some trims yesterday at Hobby Lobby in Moristown. I talked with Lynn last night about 'blinging' some of my things and offering them for sale when I open Creekside. I still plan to make it a 'Curiosity Shop', and get rid of some of my stuff. Steve will just give it to Goodwill when I'm gone, so it will be nice to get something out of it before that time comes.
I'm working on a nice little surprise for Lynn for her next visit, which is supposed to be Monday. She keeps me excited and we laugh together. She's like therapy for me. She and Jim keep me in the prayers of their congregation, and I'm glad for all the prayers that are sent up on my behalf.
Joy Cox has not yet gave me a date for coming to record me some music, but that has me all 'atwitter'. She's so talented, and I love her style.
I'd like to be able to have Clairemont all fixed up for her visit, but I'm just not able.
I'll just have to get done what I can, and not fret the rest.
Little Stumpy has spent most of the morning on my lap. She loves to sleep on my lap while I'm doing quiet work, and I love having her. She's my little angel.
Steve reported that the peafowl hens are now down to just three eggs. They've probably broken some fighting over them. Just like two women trying to raise children.
Barbara will want to have favorable mention, but she's not favorable. She's still fat and ugly, she smells badly, and her momma dresses her funny.
She'll be calling me in a while, but I hope she can wait a little, as Steve is still in bed.
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