We've all been really busy. I've been sick a few days and had to stay in bed, so the work piled up like stove wood.
The mobile home that Joy is living in is almost finished, so that will be some work that is finished. I'm so longing to get back to Creekside and get more done there. Working in a mobile home can be so cramped and crowded.
All the lawns are getting a ragged look, as the weather is such that it rains almost every day, and the grass is growing like bad weeds. It all looks snakey. I can't dry clothes on the line, and I so hate the thought of running the dryer.
I have to go to the cardiologist soon for my first visit after being in the hospital. He has a pretty good 'bedside manner', and I like him, so I won't mind so much going to him. I just hate to have to get dressed up and drive into Knoxville. It takes almost all day for such an excursion.
I'm having trouble with my sleeping. I'm sleepy all the time, but I can't sleep at night.
Steve is after me to clean up my sewing room, but I don't know when I will have the time.
He didn't bring so much laundry home this time.
I've got to get ready and get up to the trailer to work.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013 Early AM
I've been brought out of the silence by a tragic incident, for which the flag is flying at half-staff in front of Clairemont.
We mourn the death of our friend and neighbor, Muriel Daniel, of Rutledge. She is the very nice lady who had the room next to ours during our recent stay at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville recently. She was a grand diva of a lady, a good mother, and faithful and loving wife to Creed Daniel. She had been in and out of the hospital for several years, and was in very poor condition most of that time.
We deeply mourn her loss to our community. I made a huge bouquet this afternoon to take to Smith's Mortuary to present from Barbara and myself. Barbara has Darla Daniel, a daughter-in-law, to do her hair.
Sister Snider/Schaffer wrote me a sweet e-mail this last week, asking for more details of my health. It seems selfish to discuss my own problems during the time when others are suffering so much a loss.
I have resumed much of the work we were doing on the mobile home we're preparing to rent to Joy, Janie's sister. It is going to be a nice little home for her, with ample insulation to keep it snug in the winter and keep the air conditioning bills lower in the summer. I'm insulating every nook and cranny.
Steve has been re-doing the plumbing, with sometimes dramatic leaks and sprays of water going all over the place. He's put in a new bath tub, but I'll have to put the plastic around the shower stall of it.
I've been working on the walls in the kitchen while trying to stay out of his way. I'm putting wainscoat on the walls in the kitchen and dining areas, and it's turning out pretty nicely, if I must say so myself.
Joy and Janie are putting wall paper in the living room, kitchen, dining room, and hall. It really brightens the place.
The pace is a little hectic, and I'm tired all the time, but it all has to be done. Today Joy commented that she thought I could build a house. I told her I already had. Tonight, I felt like it, but I can't sleep.
There's so much to think about and get done that I'm restless and agitated.
I'm nervous, and I want to eat.
We mourn the death of our friend and neighbor, Muriel Daniel, of Rutledge. She is the very nice lady who had the room next to ours during our recent stay at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville recently. She was a grand diva of a lady, a good mother, and faithful and loving wife to Creed Daniel. She had been in and out of the hospital for several years, and was in very poor condition most of that time.
We deeply mourn her loss to our community. I made a huge bouquet this afternoon to take to Smith's Mortuary to present from Barbara and myself. Barbara has Darla Daniel, a daughter-in-law, to do her hair.
Sister Snider/Schaffer wrote me a sweet e-mail this last week, asking for more details of my health. It seems selfish to discuss my own problems during the time when others are suffering so much a loss.
I have resumed much of the work we were doing on the mobile home we're preparing to rent to Joy, Janie's sister. It is going to be a nice little home for her, with ample insulation to keep it snug in the winter and keep the air conditioning bills lower in the summer. I'm insulating every nook and cranny.
Steve has been re-doing the plumbing, with sometimes dramatic leaks and sprays of water going all over the place. He's put in a new bath tub, but I'll have to put the plastic around the shower stall of it.
I've been working on the walls in the kitchen while trying to stay out of his way. I'm putting wainscoat on the walls in the kitchen and dining areas, and it's turning out pretty nicely, if I must say so myself.
Joy and Janie are putting wall paper in the living room, kitchen, dining room, and hall. It really brightens the place.
The pace is a little hectic, and I'm tired all the time, but it all has to be done. Today Joy commented that she thought I could build a house. I told her I already had. Tonight, I felt like it, but I can't sleep.
There's so much to think about and get done that I'm restless and agitated.
I'm nervous, and I want to eat.
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