Bill says to post more often, as that's how he and Marge keep up with Steve and myself, and all our activities.
I feel like I don't have activities any more. I go to doctors all the time, and feel so badly that I don't do half of the things that I used to do.
Renae Luttrell left me a sweet comment on my last post, and she cheers me. She's the manager of our local Goodwill, where I spend a lot of time and quite a bit of money. The ladies there are so nice to me, and give me good prices on things I buy. They and I agreed last week that if Renae left, the Goodwill might as well shut down. She is the leader of the pack.
I'm planning to change the decor of the upstairs of Clairemont. I'm going to put all my artificial flowers, feathers, bows, and hat decorating stuff into the 'wood room', where I presently have Ruth's bed, and change the 'Day Room' into my sewing room. I've really got into sewing again, and I've found several really nice sewing machine cabinets (cheap) lately, and I'm going to arrange my sewing room like Carla Lewis has hers. She has her sewing machine cabinets going out into the room like a work station, in an 'L' shape. It's really efficient, and puts the sewing machines right under the overhead light. She can go from one machine to another by just rolling her chair to another site. She has sergers, overlock machines, and several straight sewers, and she has them all arranged so nicely. She has inspired me.
I've re-made many shirts and other garments for myself, and I'm now starting to decorate some clothing items which I will offer for sale in my shop when I open it at Creekside. I've already been asked if I would sell some of my items, and I think Creekside will be a lucrative market.
Steve and I were going to eat one day last week at Down Home, and we entered the restaurant just as another couple (a young man and an older women) entered. She approached me and asked me if I was the woman who had bought 'The Lowe House', and I told her that I was. It turned out that she is the widow of Keith Lowe, who was the son of the original owners of the house just after it was made into a dwelling. They joined us for lunch, and she began to tell me the most wonder and usefull information. We plan to talk again, and exchanged phone numbers. The younger man was Shawn Lowe, her son. He is quite a handsome man, and has some memories of the house, also.
Steve and I were working out in the yard that evening, and Sandra Jones, the neighbor lady, came over to express her concerns for me, and to remind me that they are still praying for me at her church, New Blackwell.
I feel so tired and disinterested all the time, and I wonder if I'll ever be truely well again. Steve does all the work around here that gets done, it seems, and it makes me feel badly that I can do so little.
My feet have been giving me a really hard time with the pain. Nothing can stop the pain. I limp and hobble all the time.
I wish I had never even heard of cancer.
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