People have been telling me I need to post again, so I will.
Faune Gerber says that she can't comment on my posts now. I was getting some terrible comments from some vulgar commoner who shall remain anoymus, and Steve set up my blog to be for only those who I give a special sign-in route to.
I don't mind people commenting, but some opinions just don't need to be aired on a blog that reaches many people. Lynn knows who I'm talking about.
There was a yelling match between Colton Smith and Janie at Creekside, and he wound up stomping out and quitting. That meant that he was also not going to rent the trailer from me. He and his woman plan to go back to South Carolina or North Carolina one, which is where they formerly lived. There's a drug culture there that is all-invasive, and his mother and I are afraid that he will lapse back into usage, which had landed him in prison before. He had a felony conviction when he was 19, and now he's 23, with no credit, no job, no car, no home, a bad attitude towards society, a 4-year-old child, and is living with either his parents or hers. His mother, Dena, is an emergency-room nurse, and she told me she had to sign a paper saying that she would not eat the groceries bought with Colton's food stanps. Just how crazy is this? It would seem to the folks down at the food stamp office that when someone comes in with tattoos, piercings all over, at least one bastard child, no car, no job, a live-in, thier pants down to their knees, and at least one felony conviction, that they'd not be too consciencious about who eats their food.
I love my country, but I fear our government
Everything has gotten turned upside down.
We got the kitchen floor back down, and I super-insulated the walls. It makes a world of difference.
Janie and I went to Southeasterm Salvage and bought the moulding and corner pieces to match, and I painted them with pearlizing finish. They look magnificient.
Joy, Janie's sister, came from North Carolina for a visit, and she loved the finish. She's interested in renting my trailer, and she picked out wall paper to cover the walls. She can't stand the dark paneling. She also picked out some ceiling medallions for her light fixtures, and she asked me if I'd pearlize them for her. I got up early this morning and put the primer coat on them. One of them had been painted with some ugly yellow paint (they're both salvaged). She willl make me a good tennant, though she can't afford much rent. But I want to help her, and she's lonely living in North Carolina. She comes often to visit Janie, and we have become like one big, happy, loud family.
I saw Barbara at the Down Home last night, and her hair looked like she'd been rode hard and put up wet. Darla Daniel is out of town a lot with Muriel, and Barbara just can't get top the beauty salon. She never does her own hair, and it just doesn't keep. She was there with the Republican Women's meeting. They want me to join, but I just don't have the time.
There was freezing rain during the night, and the Daniel p0astures, across tghe highway, are glazed over with the white ice crystals. It looks like a light snow, but is far more trecherous.
The Family Dollar and the IGA did a brisk business last evening, as soon as the prediction came of freezing rain.
Steve and I are home, safe, warm, and dry.
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