Sunday, September 30, 2012

Cherokee says I need to update my blog, and I've been lazy about it lately, so I'll take this opertunity to post.
Steve is home, and has some really ugly tendonitus in his left knee.  It has his whole leg swollen, and he's on some crutches I had out in my garage for just this purpose.  He is quite clumsy with them, and knocks over things all over the house.  We took him to Doctor Duck the morning after he got home, and Doc gave him some injections in his knee which were very painful (I had to hold him down), but ineffective.  Doctor Duck thinks it's gout, but I had told Steve it was tendonitus even before he got home on Thursday evening.  He brings on these bouts with tendonitus by sitting for too long at his computer and tucking his feet under his desk chair.  He's tucked in with a renewable ice pack on the sofa as I write.
Things have gone very slowly at Creekside.  The chemo keeps me weakened and tired all the time, and I can't be there to keep everyone busy and inspired.  They seem to be riding the clock.  I finally told Tom to take this last week off, because he's getting on Janie's nerves and making more messes.
After Janie had cleaned the upstairs getting ready for wall paper, he took Steve's cut-off saw up to the day room and set it up to cut wood trim.  It created a horrible mess, and Janie was livid.  You could see the dust in layer even on the walls.  Then he used a wood-cutting blade to cut and fit the marble window sill for one of the rooms.  That made Steve mad.  I have a water-table tile saw, but he said he didn't want to use 'that thing'.  The water guard was lost long ago, and it's messy, but that is what it was designed to do, and that is the proper tool for cutting stone, tile, and marble.
Everyone is angry, and I'm the one in the middle who is taking all the fire.
Stucco gave me a fair price on repairing the overhangs on the house, and I was able to 'Jew' hin down to an even better price.  It's local work for him, and I'm willing to deal with his trauma-dramas.  It's good for both of us.
He's doing a pretty good job from what I can tell at this point, and we're such good friends.  Cherokee comes and brings Steven, their grandson.  Cherokee can't get Steven to obey her, but he does just what I say.  When I tell him he can't do something, he'll stand and stomp his feet and scream at me, but he doesn't do it, either.  Cherokee just turns her head so Steven can't see her and grins.  He knows that I'll get up and go get him and smack his little legs if he doesn't mind me.
He's a beautiful little boy, and has an incredible amount of energy.  I don't know how Cherokee manages him.  He clings to her, and cries if she wants to go to the bathroom or leaves him, even to walk down to her car to get cigarettes.  It will be a melt-down when Shawn gets out of jail and he and Tina (Janie's daughter) take Steven to live with them.
They are so much in love, and Tina goes to the jail to see Shawn every time she can.  Shawn has got saved while in jail, and it sounds like a genuine conversion in some ways, but he and Tina are planning to live together without benifit of clergy after his release.  Tina says they are going to attend church together, and I asked Janie how that might fly with a minister.  She says that the church shouldn't judge, but I told her that judgement had already been made about that matter.  God said that we shouldn't do it, and that's final.  To observe that someone is not doing God's will while professing His name is not being judgemental. 
Janie and I are in the process of papering Steve's office, which was Maude Lowe's bedroom years ago.  I say we are in the process, because when we papered one wall, the dust from the saw on the landing outside the room had so coated the wall that the wall paper came loose and buckled terribly during the night.  The work will have to be repeated, but we have a lot of that paper, so all is not lost.
Mary and Lawrence came to visit me week before last.  I'd say that she had to make him come, as he just doesn't visit.  It was good to see him...and HER.
Mary is a good head of our family, and takes her responsibilities seriously.  She makes peace and keeps us in line as much as she can.  God always knows what He's doing.
I have some stepping stones that I've promised her, and I need to get them on the truck and get them out to her and placed before winter, when there will be so much mud.  She, as a heart patient, can't lift so much, and I, with my tempermental port in my right subclavien vein, am not supposed to lift.
I don't know how we'll get this accomplished, but there is almost always a way to get things done if you're willing to work at them.
The court date for Randy Reagan, was somewhat disapointing.  He got time, but it is to be served while he's serving the time for the crimes he had committed before he broke into our home.  I got a judgement for $35,000.00 against him, but I don't know how the court expects me to get anything while he's serving seven years for his crime.
The white truck is giving some trouble (nothing major) and Steve wants to take it to Jefferson City to get it fixed at some dealer there.  It's going to cost $300.00 there, and I told him that Gordon Treese could do the same work for much less.  He still wants to go to the dealer, so I guess we will.
The City Council of Rutledge has decided that Dwight Bull has to have his parking lot paved that services his new restaurant, and is fining him $50.00 a day until it's done.  He said that it will cost him $18,000.00 to get it paved.  There are many businesses in Rutledge that do not have paved parking, and I'm intrigued that they have singled him out for prosecution.  I don't like the man, but fair is fair.
As luck would have it, just as I'm writing this up-date, I've been interupted by Stucco, needing some materials.  I think I have them stored in our storage locker, so that means that I have to get dressed, fix my hair, and go to the other side of Rutledge to the locker and try to find what he needs.
I'll try to get back to this and write more later.