I guess it's time to post again.
I was up most of the night with a migraine headache, and Steve had to get me a tub to throw up in, or I would have not made it to the bathroom, and would have had to shampoo the bedroom carpet again.
I don't know where all these migraines are coming from, unless it's stress. Shannon thinks it's my exposure to something (she doesn't know what) in the house at Creekside. The air is changed many times a day there, with all the windows and doors open all day and people running in and out, so I don't think it's that. We also have begun to run a de-humidifier there, so there's little or no mold growing there. There's not even any running water except for in the bathroom, so I don't think it's anything to do with mold or mildew.
No one else seems to be bothered with anything like this. I guess I'm just dying with old age, like Bill Welch seems to be doing, especially today (wink wink).
Lynn has been really busy working missions, which is good work to be doing, but she's not taken the time to blog. It's a good thing she doesn't have a friend like Barbara Womack, or she'd get her ears full of yelling, like I have, because she doesn't mention her boring friends.
Chris Etters came by my house yesterday with the cute truck that's painted exciting colors from The Grainger Today, and Ann Casson was riding with him. He pulled up, cut the engine off, and called to me that he was picking up all the beautiful women, and asked if he could get me to join them. He wouldn't have asked Barbara, for sure.
I hadn't told her about that, as I was too tired to talk to her last night, but she will know in just a few minutes, because she avidly reads every word I print.
I'm so sore this morning that I actually bribed Steve to rub my back for me. I won't say here what I used for a come-on, but it worked.
My stomach is still sore from the sickness in the night.
Penny Bailey is working for us now, and she's working out really well. Her man is the son of a lady who is the sister of Agnes Fine, a lady from the Dante community where I grew up, and I remember her very fondly. Her property bordered ours across Brown Street when I was a small child, and she and her son, Buddy, moved next door into a mobile home on a lot which did not border us later, when Buddy made enough money to leave the old home. It was a rather small house, barely more than a shack, and I don't know how Agnes made it s seem like such a nice house for her and Buddy all those years. She must have been terribly poor, but it didn't seem like it. I remember it well, with a huge willow tree for shade in the side yard, white shingles on the walls, and tin on the roof. There was a small front porch, and a drive way with gravel, but she didn't drive. She had been widowed before I was born.
Kerry, Penny's man, is going to bring his mother to see me sometime, as she remembers a lot about the family, and I would love to talk with her about all of them.
Buddy committed suicide later in life, after Agnes died. I supose he had built his whole life around his mother, and just couldn't bear life without her. She was a really good neighbor.
I was glad to meet Kerry, as he seems like a really nice fellow, and he's good to Penny. He has some physical problems, but used to be a really good builder, who could do finish carpentry like nobody's business. He brought some pictures of his work, and I'd sure like to get him to do some work for me, if he could.
I don't know what he would cost, but I think his standards are pretty high.
Penny and I have been gradually pushing the yard further down the valley by clearing some of the stone and rubble further into the gully that is down at the far end of the property. If I can get Jeff Sikes to ever show up with some fill dirt, we'll enlarge the front lawn a lot. It will make the house look so much nicer.
We finally have the kitchen primed and ready for the wall paper and tile which will be behind the cabinets. It dramatically changes the way the kitchen looks. I painted the back door yesterday afternoon while Steve put the plugs in the wall, but I didn't use the paint I had in mind, and it was so thin that I'll have to give the door another coat. I have some better paint I'll use this time. Penny has the other door (which will go into the laundry room) cleaned, sanded, and the masking tape on the windows, so I'll paint it at the same time. They will be red, which looks dramatic in the kitchen. It really warms the room.
Honeysuckle smell is so thick in the air that it's choking in it's sweetness, and it's making everyone suffer with sinus problems.
The house at Creekside is much cleaner now that Penny's on the job. She FINDS work to do.
We sorted the tools and put them on a make-shift rack in the living room to keep things together where they won't be so hard to find. We would like to put them in the library, but it's not wired yet, so we put them where we won't have to move them so often.
I hope Steve can get the wiring finished this time while he's home.
It will be nice to have plugs in the kitchen. We've had to drag extension cords around to be able to do anything for so long.
Yesterday evening, Steve, Penny, and I took a little stroll down through the woods to a spring Annavee Phillips had told me about, and we carried along a bottle to try the water. It's really deep, and down in a small but tall cave. Steve squeezed (BARELY) through the opening, and got the bottle full. I was the brave soul who drank the water, and it was delicious!
I hope Mr. Cabbage, who owns the property, will allow me to put a small pump down there to get more water. I'd love to be able to drink water without all the bleach taste that is in the utility water in Rutledge. The water here is terribly expensive, as it comes all the way from Morristown. They draw it from Cherokee Lake about 50 yards downstream from where they dump the sewage. Not a very pleasant thought.
Steve will soon be through with his computer work, and he wants to take me somewhere in the truck, to keep me from working at Creekside, I suspect.
We are going to call his father to wish him a happy birthday.
I talked with Ed Boling yesterday and asked him to haul some cattle for me to the auction on Tuesday morning. He said he could, and I'm getting rid of my herd bull, two young bull calves, and at least one cow that has been jumping the fence. He's interested in the cow, and I'm going to offer him a good price on her, as he's a good neighbor.
He always hauls my cows for me, and it saves me a lot of trouble. I don't have to keep a trailer for hauling cattle.
Steve says I can keep the money from the cattle sale to fund the work on Creekside, and cattle are going high now.
I wish he'd do the taxes, and we'd have even more money for Creekside work.
He don't want me taking money out of the bank for Creekside, so I'm limited on what I can spend there.
I'll just have to do more of the work myself, and way more slowly.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011 PM
It seems that my mornings are so rushed that I wind up posting at night now.
I can stay up as late as I want to, but I have to get up and get out of the house early in the mornings.
I rely so heavily on S2 to get the house opened and start the day there. He's really been dependable, and Cherokee is spending a lot of time with us at the house, which is just a bonus.
Chris Daily is working out well. He's the nephew of Kenny Daily, who is an old friend from here in Rutledge. Kenny has done a lot for race relations here. He's a respectable black man with NO attitude, but lots of good humor.
I didn't do much today, because I felt tired and wanted to rest. I slept a lot. Debby Shofner and Cherokee came by, but I didn't even know they were here until Debby called me. I was in bed, so I didn't go out to see them.
Debby is a hard worker, and I like having her to help at Creekside. It seems like I'm hiring a lot of help, but I want that house done so badly.
I hope to go over to Morristown Hamblen tomorrow to see Cherokee. I think it will mean a lot to her to have me visit her. I want her to know that she means a lot to me.
Shawn helped Saturday at the house, and he's really good with plaster, like his dad. He's trying to earn a little extra, as he's getting billed personally for his recent hospitalization. He spent several days in intensive care, and has no insurance.
He can work for me anytime.
Barbara told me this afternoon that she noticed a lot of activity Friday morning at the house. I hope the work begins to show.
She was in Rutledge to get her hair done at Darla Daniel's salon.
Graduation at Grainger High was Friday night, and there was a LOT of street traffic. The Sheriff's Department sent an officer to control traffic in front of Creekside, because it's one laned now. The cars were lined up for quite a distance.
I plan to mow the lawn tomorrow after I get back from the hospital. It's going to look like it's been chewed off, I'm sure, but it has to be done. I hope I don't shake my guts out.
My incisions are still a little tender, and there's still some swelling, but I have to return to full duty. The grass at Creekside is about ready to be mowed again now.
I talked with Caroline Friday evening while she was doing some of her yard work. She works so hard. She told me that she was concerned for me one evening when I stayed so late working by myself. I left there at 9:30 one night, and after 10:00 one night. She said she was worried that something might have happened. I'm glad she cares.
Jaime Combs worte me a sweet e-mail to update mo on what all is happening with her. Xaivier has been discharged from the military because of depression. She's afraid he'll want to live with them, but she's determined that he will not.
It's been pretty warm lately, but today it was overcast and began to storm this evening. That will make the grass wetter tomorrow morning.
I think yesterday was the day for everyone to run out of gas. Debby's daughter run out up in front of Windy Hill Farm, and we had to take her some in a gas can that we use for the lawn mower. Then, later, Chris Daily and Kenny came down the road, and run out of gas in front of Creekside. I called to him to let the car coast into the yard, and we gave him enough gas to get him to the gas station. Kenny was so drunk that he couldn't get out of the car.
I don't know if these people can read their gas gauges or not.
Steve said this evening that he's thinking of getting the swimming pool opened when he's home this next time, which is Thursday. It's about time.
I bought some chemicals at a yard sale last fall, and we'll save a lot on them by me doing so.
I would have enjoyed a dip last night, as I was hot and sweaty when I got home late.
The cats are going to forget who I am.
I need to get to bed.
No rest for the weary.
I can stay up as late as I want to, but I have to get up and get out of the house early in the mornings.
I rely so heavily on S2 to get the house opened and start the day there. He's really been dependable, and Cherokee is spending a lot of time with us at the house, which is just a bonus.
Chris Daily is working out well. He's the nephew of Kenny Daily, who is an old friend from here in Rutledge. Kenny has done a lot for race relations here. He's a respectable black man with NO attitude, but lots of good humor.
I didn't do much today, because I felt tired and wanted to rest. I slept a lot. Debby Shofner and Cherokee came by, but I didn't even know they were here until Debby called me. I was in bed, so I didn't go out to see them.
Debby is a hard worker, and I like having her to help at Creekside. It seems like I'm hiring a lot of help, but I want that house done so badly.
I hope to go over to Morristown Hamblen tomorrow to see Cherokee. I think it will mean a lot to her to have me visit her. I want her to know that she means a lot to me.
Shawn helped Saturday at the house, and he's really good with plaster, like his dad. He's trying to earn a little extra, as he's getting billed personally for his recent hospitalization. He spent several days in intensive care, and has no insurance.
He can work for me anytime.
Barbara told me this afternoon that she noticed a lot of activity Friday morning at the house. I hope the work begins to show.
She was in Rutledge to get her hair done at Darla Daniel's salon.
Graduation at Grainger High was Friday night, and there was a LOT of street traffic. The Sheriff's Department sent an officer to control traffic in front of Creekside, because it's one laned now. The cars were lined up for quite a distance.
I plan to mow the lawn tomorrow after I get back from the hospital. It's going to look like it's been chewed off, I'm sure, but it has to be done. I hope I don't shake my guts out.
My incisions are still a little tender, and there's still some swelling, but I have to return to full duty. The grass at Creekside is about ready to be mowed again now.
I talked with Caroline Friday evening while she was doing some of her yard work. She works so hard. She told me that she was concerned for me one evening when I stayed so late working by myself. I left there at 9:30 one night, and after 10:00 one night. She said she was worried that something might have happened. I'm glad she cares.
Jaime Combs worte me a sweet e-mail to update mo on what all is happening with her. Xaivier has been discharged from the military because of depression. She's afraid he'll want to live with them, but she's determined that he will not.
It's been pretty warm lately, but today it was overcast and began to storm this evening. That will make the grass wetter tomorrow morning.
I think yesterday was the day for everyone to run out of gas. Debby's daughter run out up in front of Windy Hill Farm, and we had to take her some in a gas can that we use for the lawn mower. Then, later, Chris Daily and Kenny came down the road, and run out of gas in front of Creekside. I called to him to let the car coast into the yard, and we gave him enough gas to get him to the gas station. Kenny was so drunk that he couldn't get out of the car.
I don't know if these people can read their gas gauges or not.
Steve said this evening that he's thinking of getting the swimming pool opened when he's home this next time, which is Thursday. It's about time.
I bought some chemicals at a yard sale last fall, and we'll save a lot on them by me doing so.
I would have enjoyed a dip last night, as I was hot and sweaty when I got home late.
The cats are going to forget who I am.
I need to get to bed.
No rest for the weary.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011 PM
Barbara told me today that she's so upset that I haven't posted lately and mentioned her name, so I guess I'd better post.
Day before yesterday, I had a migraine all day, and stayed home in bed with terrible nausea. I threw up on the white carpet in the bedroom before I could make it to the bathroom. Steve and Cherokee called in the afternoon to see about me. We've became really close lately.
Cherokee went to Morristown Hamblen Hospital today to be pre-admitted for some heart procedure to be done on Monday. She didn't discuss it much with me, but any procedure done on her is serious. She's spending a lot of her time up at Creekside now, and she's so nice to have around. I make her laugh a lot, and it's good for her. S2 told me he likes to hear her laugh so much, and she's not so depressed when she's around me.
The kitchen is almost ready for the primer coat of paint, and I couldn't be more pleased. Carol came over this afternoon and walked through, and she's pleased that so much is getting done.
I worked out in the front yard today, clearing out the rubble from the old Rutledge High School that was dumped there back in the winter. I wore holes in the fingers of my gloves, pulling limbs and rocks out of the dirt. S2 had tried the tractor on it, but that tractor is almost useless.
Chris Etters came by the other day and complimented me on my work, and the wisdom of me buying a house with such good grounds. He operates Claiborne Hauling, and has made a fortune moving dirt and stone. He is from the family that grew up right behind my parents house in Dante long ago, and he remembers our family fondly. He's made a handsome man, and is very nice to boot.
Betty Pike e-mailed me yesterday evening to say that Fred Denton is very low with lung cancer. I expect to see a funeral announcement soon. He's up in years.
I haven't heard how Oak Tree, my buddy from Topix, is doing after her procedure. She has some problem with digestion, and I suspect that it's food alergies.
I can sympathise with her.
I worked in the yard until 9:30, then rushed home and got a quick bath.
I'm ready to lay down a while.
Day before yesterday, I had a migraine all day, and stayed home in bed with terrible nausea. I threw up on the white carpet in the bedroom before I could make it to the bathroom. Steve and Cherokee called in the afternoon to see about me. We've became really close lately.
Cherokee went to Morristown Hamblen Hospital today to be pre-admitted for some heart procedure to be done on Monday. She didn't discuss it much with me, but any procedure done on her is serious. She's spending a lot of her time up at Creekside now, and she's so nice to have around. I make her laugh a lot, and it's good for her. S2 told me he likes to hear her laugh so much, and she's not so depressed when she's around me.
The kitchen is almost ready for the primer coat of paint, and I couldn't be more pleased. Carol came over this afternoon and walked through, and she's pleased that so much is getting done.
I worked out in the front yard today, clearing out the rubble from the old Rutledge High School that was dumped there back in the winter. I wore holes in the fingers of my gloves, pulling limbs and rocks out of the dirt. S2 had tried the tractor on it, but that tractor is almost useless.
Chris Etters came by the other day and complimented me on my work, and the wisdom of me buying a house with such good grounds. He operates Claiborne Hauling, and has made a fortune moving dirt and stone. He is from the family that grew up right behind my parents house in Dante long ago, and he remembers our family fondly. He's made a handsome man, and is very nice to boot.
Betty Pike e-mailed me yesterday evening to say that Fred Denton is very low with lung cancer. I expect to see a funeral announcement soon. He's up in years.
I haven't heard how Oak Tree, my buddy from Topix, is doing after her procedure. She has some problem with digestion, and I suspect that it's food alergies.
I can sympathise with her.
I worked in the yard until 9:30, then rushed home and got a quick bath.
I'm ready to lay down a while.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011 AM
I'm having a hard time getting started this morning. I feel like I'm hung over, and my sinuses are stuffed up pretty badly, probably because I worked on fence repairs yesterday, and got into so much pollen and dust.
'Bull' has done quite a bit of damage to the fences over along by the Womack's property line, and it's about the farthest fence we use from the house. I sure don't enjoy carrying all the supplies and equipment out there to do the repairs, but we need to get the cows on good pasture again, and that's the place.
Danny Womack saw me out there working, and came over to chat a while. A little later, when I had worked my way down the hill a bit, I ran into a swarm of honey bees, and I called to one of his tenants to send him down to see where they were. I worry that someone or a pet might get into them, and be in trouble. There are a lot of swarms this year, it seems. I'm going to call Lulu at the Down Home and get her to have her friend come and get these, too. He came and got the swarm from under my Hut earlier this spring.
I'm really mad at Bull for damaging the fences and leading the cows into other fields, and it's not going to be too hard to see him go to the auction. He's been a really good bull, though, and has given us many good calves. He was always really gentle until this year, and he's got fairly mean, so he must go. There's too many cows around to keep one on my farm that causes trouble.
I got so hot and tired that I came to the house early to get ready to go to the open house that our sheriff had last night.
It was mostly a snore.
He didn't talk much, and I think he counted on the fact that not many would show up for the event. There were refreshments, but not many or much, which told me he knew people would not come.
I asked him some 'hard questions' about cell phones and tobacco being in the cells at the jail, and he told me they couldn't prevent them. I could.
He didn't know the difference in the types of street drugs. He should talk to a few of the local addicts.
He said that his department had brought dogs into the high school and sniffed for drugs once this year. I spoke up and said that this is May, and that he should have been in the schools way before now. He said that he has to have several other dogs from surrounding counties and their handlers to do a good raid, and I said that 'Part of something is better than nothing'.
I think he should take the dogs there for spot checks and find what he can when he can.
He's pretty fat, and, I think, fairly lazy.
When someone else asked him what to do about all the property being stolen, he suggested that we all buy better locks and write down our serial numbers.
He could go to the house, for my money.
One detective gave a pretty good speach, but was limited to about 15 minutes.
Ruth Wells was there, and came up and sat with me a few minutes to chat. She was so pretty, and I asked her if she's 'The Merry Widow' now.
Nadine Stansberry was there, but she's always been 'The Merry Widow'. A couple of times.
Some woman was there for the Grainger Today, and I'm sure she will write a more interesting review than Barbara would. She took lots of notes and had a camera.
I met Oak Tree's man, and he's a pretty nice man, I guess.
He wants to come up here to hunt coyotes, and I'd love for him to kill every one in the whole of Grainger County.
I'm so tired of the wildlife killing all my livestock. It seems that I can't have anything.
Maybe I should consider giving up the farm and moving to Creekside.
I'd have lots of visitors, but not enough room for all my nice things.
I would despair at the very thought of moving.
'Bull' has done quite a bit of damage to the fences over along by the Womack's property line, and it's about the farthest fence we use from the house. I sure don't enjoy carrying all the supplies and equipment out there to do the repairs, but we need to get the cows on good pasture again, and that's the place.
Danny Womack saw me out there working, and came over to chat a while. A little later, when I had worked my way down the hill a bit, I ran into a swarm of honey bees, and I called to one of his tenants to send him down to see where they were. I worry that someone or a pet might get into them, and be in trouble. There are a lot of swarms this year, it seems. I'm going to call Lulu at the Down Home and get her to have her friend come and get these, too. He came and got the swarm from under my Hut earlier this spring.
I'm really mad at Bull for damaging the fences and leading the cows into other fields, and it's not going to be too hard to see him go to the auction. He's been a really good bull, though, and has given us many good calves. He was always really gentle until this year, and he's got fairly mean, so he must go. There's too many cows around to keep one on my farm that causes trouble.
I got so hot and tired that I came to the house early to get ready to go to the open house that our sheriff had last night.
It was mostly a snore.
He didn't talk much, and I think he counted on the fact that not many would show up for the event. There were refreshments, but not many or much, which told me he knew people would not come.
I asked him some 'hard questions' about cell phones and tobacco being in the cells at the jail, and he told me they couldn't prevent them. I could.
He didn't know the difference in the types of street drugs. He should talk to a few of the local addicts.
He said that his department had brought dogs into the high school and sniffed for drugs once this year. I spoke up and said that this is May, and that he should have been in the schools way before now. He said that he has to have several other dogs from surrounding counties and their handlers to do a good raid, and I said that 'Part of something is better than nothing'.
I think he should take the dogs there for spot checks and find what he can when he can.
He's pretty fat, and, I think, fairly lazy.
When someone else asked him what to do about all the property being stolen, he suggested that we all buy better locks and write down our serial numbers.
He could go to the house, for my money.
One detective gave a pretty good speach, but was limited to about 15 minutes.
Ruth Wells was there, and came up and sat with me a few minutes to chat. She was so pretty, and I asked her if she's 'The Merry Widow' now.
Nadine Stansberry was there, but she's always been 'The Merry Widow'. A couple of times.
Some woman was there for the Grainger Today, and I'm sure she will write a more interesting review than Barbara would. She took lots of notes and had a camera.
I met Oak Tree's man, and he's a pretty nice man, I guess.
He wants to come up here to hunt coyotes, and I'd love for him to kill every one in the whole of Grainger County.
I'm so tired of the wildlife killing all my livestock. It seems that I can't have anything.
Maybe I should consider giving up the farm and moving to Creekside.
I'd have lots of visitors, but not enough room for all my nice things.
I would despair at the very thought of moving.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011 AM
It's been busy here lately.
Yesterday was Friday the 13th, and Cherokee felt it's icy grip.
She had volunteered Thursday, and had collected 2 bags of clothing items she wanted, and left them at the Goodwill to purchace on Friday. They were still there, but when she went to pay for them, Kelly charged her $50.00 for them. She was outraged, and left the Goodwill, stating that she was not going to work for them anymore if they were going to charge her that much for used clothing.
She came up to Creekside, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was angry. I had already decided that I had to make a trip over to Maryville to get a new riding lawnmower, and I asked her to ride along, to get her out of Rutledge and keep her away from the scene of her recent problem.
I called about the mower, and it had already been sold.
So, I asked S2 to come up to Clairemont and see if he could get the old Craftsman mower going that I've had for years.
I then asked Cherokee if she'd ride up to Rogersville with me to shop at Shepherd's Corner, a re-sale shop there. She went along, and we had a nice trip. We ate lunch at Joe's, and she loved it.
We shopped at Shepherd's Corner, then started back to Rutledge. I had found a couple of doll houses there, and two marble window sills for Creekside.
We stopped at a yard sale near Mary Douglas' house, and I bought a Rainbow vacuum cleaner to clean with at Creekside. They put the dirt and dust into a water basin, and are good for people with sinus problems. S2 and I both have terrible sinus alergies, and I felt like it would help.
We then came back down to Bean Station, and we stopped at a local store there that sells all kinds of stuff. I bought a new, 50-pint dehumidifier that is a cool-running model for the house. I got a good deal on it.
I plan to go back there to shop again. The man who runs it is a little, old, wren-like man who is a preacher for a small church. He invited me to attend.
We then went to another re-sale shop, and I bought some Hall's mentho-lyptus cough drops, which are good for my throat.
I'm still having the persistent hoarseness and soreness there. My allergies are driving me crazy this spring.
When we got back to Rutledge, the yard at Creekside was full of cars and trucks.
Gena was there, and some man who is chasing her around now, which was two of the cars. Kenny Daily was there, which was another car. Chris' wife was there to get him after work, and that was another one.
Our red truck was there, so that was another one, and, it seems like there was another one, but I've forgotten who it might have been.
It looked like we were having a family reunion.
Steve and Chris had got the mower running. Steve said that all it needed was a jump start with battery cables. They had mowed the lawn at Creekside, and it looks so nice now. It's a pretty big yard.
He offered to come to Clairemont and mow here today, but I told him that I would take care of this lawn. The cows have ruined my lily beds, grazing in the yard for the last week.
I'm so mad I could pop.
I'm staying home to get the fences repaired today, so that the cows can go back to their real pastures. They're happier when they're home. They had damaged the hinges on the gate at the driveway, and I think they were trying to get out of the yard. Mary, one of the younger cows, was in their old pasture, and I don't know how she got there.
I think the big bull has to go, as he's learned that he can push down fences and go anywhere he wants. I don't have the time to keep getting him back in the fields.
He should bring pretty good money, as he's so big...about 2200#'s.
I started telling S1 how embarrassed I am that other men have to help me mow my yard until I'm back to full service, and he said he didn't want to hear about it. That's usual. A man in the communications business.
I'm going to bring the mower home the first of next week, and start in on this lawn. S2 is doing something to the red truck (which hauls the mower) this week-end at Shawn's garage, so it's not going to be available until Monday.
Thursday, I had gone over to Habitat in Dandridge, and got some really nice windows that I plan to use in the bathrooms at Creekside. As is my usual way, they were fairly cheap, and I was glad to get them. I had gone that way to get some Baker's scaffolding, which S2 said we need for the plaster work inside the house, and which he is going to purchase from us after we're finished with it.
He monitored the kids who work at Creekside while I was gone, and he really worked them. The girl and her boyfriend were wanting to hold hands a lot, and he told them that I was paying for four hands, not two, and to let go of each other and get to work.
They hugged me when they left that evening, and I think they like me better as a boss.
They got a lot done, though, and I'm glad for that.
Joan came bay last evening, and she says she thinks we've got a lot done, but I feel; like we're taking a long time to make much of a showing. She was really impressed with the bargains that I had got from Jim Warwick. I have sold and given away a lot of the things, but there's still a lot of stuff left.
Lynn called me Thursday morning to ask if I had really meant it when I offered her some pavers, and I told her I did. I think they're going to be doing some work on their yard, and want some, but she doesn't know what kind she wants yet. I told her to bring a trailer or a truck with a very heavy suspension. Those rocks are heavy!
My head feels like it's full of chewing gum this morning. It won't be helped by working in the fields, but the work has to be done.
Yesterday was Friday the 13th, and Cherokee felt it's icy grip.
She had volunteered Thursday, and had collected 2 bags of clothing items she wanted, and left them at the Goodwill to purchace on Friday. They were still there, but when she went to pay for them, Kelly charged her $50.00 for them. She was outraged, and left the Goodwill, stating that she was not going to work for them anymore if they were going to charge her that much for used clothing.
She came up to Creekside, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was angry. I had already decided that I had to make a trip over to Maryville to get a new riding lawnmower, and I asked her to ride along, to get her out of Rutledge and keep her away from the scene of her recent problem.
I called about the mower, and it had already been sold.
So, I asked S2 to come up to Clairemont and see if he could get the old Craftsman mower going that I've had for years.
I then asked Cherokee if she'd ride up to Rogersville with me to shop at Shepherd's Corner, a re-sale shop there. She went along, and we had a nice trip. We ate lunch at Joe's, and she loved it.
We shopped at Shepherd's Corner, then started back to Rutledge. I had found a couple of doll houses there, and two marble window sills for Creekside.
We stopped at a yard sale near Mary Douglas' house, and I bought a Rainbow vacuum cleaner to clean with at Creekside. They put the dirt and dust into a water basin, and are good for people with sinus problems. S2 and I both have terrible sinus alergies, and I felt like it would help.
We then came back down to Bean Station, and we stopped at a local store there that sells all kinds of stuff. I bought a new, 50-pint dehumidifier that is a cool-running model for the house. I got a good deal on it.
I plan to go back there to shop again. The man who runs it is a little, old, wren-like man who is a preacher for a small church. He invited me to attend.
We then went to another re-sale shop, and I bought some Hall's mentho-lyptus cough drops, which are good for my throat.
I'm still having the persistent hoarseness and soreness there. My allergies are driving me crazy this spring.
When we got back to Rutledge, the yard at Creekside was full of cars and trucks.
Gena was there, and some man who is chasing her around now, which was two of the cars. Kenny Daily was there, which was another car. Chris' wife was there to get him after work, and that was another one.
Our red truck was there, so that was another one, and, it seems like there was another one, but I've forgotten who it might have been.
It looked like we were having a family reunion.
Steve and Chris had got the mower running. Steve said that all it needed was a jump start with battery cables. They had mowed the lawn at Creekside, and it looks so nice now. It's a pretty big yard.
He offered to come to Clairemont and mow here today, but I told him that I would take care of this lawn. The cows have ruined my lily beds, grazing in the yard for the last week.
I'm so mad I could pop.
I'm staying home to get the fences repaired today, so that the cows can go back to their real pastures. They're happier when they're home. They had damaged the hinges on the gate at the driveway, and I think they were trying to get out of the yard. Mary, one of the younger cows, was in their old pasture, and I don't know how she got there.
I think the big bull has to go, as he's learned that he can push down fences and go anywhere he wants. I don't have the time to keep getting him back in the fields.
He should bring pretty good money, as he's so big...about 2200#'s.
I started telling S1 how embarrassed I am that other men have to help me mow my yard until I'm back to full service, and he said he didn't want to hear about it. That's usual. A man in the communications business.
I'm going to bring the mower home the first of next week, and start in on this lawn. S2 is doing something to the red truck (which hauls the mower) this week-end at Shawn's garage, so it's not going to be available until Monday.
Thursday, I had gone over to Habitat in Dandridge, and got some really nice windows that I plan to use in the bathrooms at Creekside. As is my usual way, they were fairly cheap, and I was glad to get them. I had gone that way to get some Baker's scaffolding, which S2 said we need for the plaster work inside the house, and which he is going to purchase from us after we're finished with it.
He monitored the kids who work at Creekside while I was gone, and he really worked them. The girl and her boyfriend were wanting to hold hands a lot, and he told them that I was paying for four hands, not two, and to let go of each other and get to work.
They hugged me when they left that evening, and I think they like me better as a boss.
They got a lot done, though, and I'm glad for that.
Joan came bay last evening, and she says she thinks we've got a lot done, but I feel; like we're taking a long time to make much of a showing. She was really impressed with the bargains that I had got from Jim Warwick. I have sold and given away a lot of the things, but there's still a lot of stuff left.
Lynn called me Thursday morning to ask if I had really meant it when I offered her some pavers, and I told her I did. I think they're going to be doing some work on their yard, and want some, but she doesn't know what kind she wants yet. I told her to bring a trailer or a truck with a very heavy suspension. Those rocks are heavy!
My head feels like it's full of chewing gum this morning. It won't be helped by working in the fields, but the work has to be done.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011 AM
My usual computer is wacky again, and Steve has set up this new computer for me. I hate it.
He knows I don't like new gadgets, and yet he persists in doing these things to force me to comply with his ideas of living.
I worked at the house at Creekside yesterday. I love working there, but the dirt and dust really bother my sinuses.
Steve left for Cleveland yesterday afternoon, after we had a short lunch at the Down Home.
Orlando came by yesterday afternoon, and has a pinched nerve in his back, but said he wants to work today. He's such a good worker, and has such good manners, that I'm willing to take him even with his slight limits.
Chris was there yesterday, until some white woman came to pick him up. She acts like a street whore.
She had tried to give him her cell phone when she dropped him off yesterday morning.
The kids worked yesterday, and the new fellow was with them. I don't know how he will work out, because he seems more interested in patting and stroking on the girl than working.
Clint, the boy, was frustrated because some of his friends had caught him passed out and cut his hair. He told me he was passed out because he had smoked so much pot. He's 15 years old!
I think some people need lessons in parenting skills.
I also think some of the parents need a good spanking.
After everyone else was gone, I worked down by the burn pile, raking and burning the trash, and putting smaller rocks onto the retaining barrier.
Caroline came over, and we sat on the laen chairs while the fire burned down. She's always so pleasant, and I enjoy talking with her. She's alone, but such a good woman, and works hard to keep her home nice and her nose clean. I will surely miss her when we are through up there, and I'm back at Clairemont all the time.
I came home at 9:30. I was really tired, but I'm out of Ambien, and I didn't sleep much last night.
Tim, 'The Little Boy Who Sleeps Upstairs', has not returned or contacted us. I wonder about him. He always disapears on weekends, but this time he's stayed away longer.
I suspect heavy drug use. Drugs have ruined so many lives.
He knows I don't like new gadgets, and yet he persists in doing these things to force me to comply with his ideas of living.
I worked at the house at Creekside yesterday. I love working there, but the dirt and dust really bother my sinuses.
Steve left for Cleveland yesterday afternoon, after we had a short lunch at the Down Home.
Orlando came by yesterday afternoon, and has a pinched nerve in his back, but said he wants to work today. He's such a good worker, and has such good manners, that I'm willing to take him even with his slight limits.
Chris was there yesterday, until some white woman came to pick him up. She acts like a street whore.
She had tried to give him her cell phone when she dropped him off yesterday morning.
The kids worked yesterday, and the new fellow was with them. I don't know how he will work out, because he seems more interested in patting and stroking on the girl than working.
Clint, the boy, was frustrated because some of his friends had caught him passed out and cut his hair. He told me he was passed out because he had smoked so much pot. He's 15 years old!
I think some people need lessons in parenting skills.
I also think some of the parents need a good spanking.
After everyone else was gone, I worked down by the burn pile, raking and burning the trash, and putting smaller rocks onto the retaining barrier.
Caroline came over, and we sat on the laen chairs while the fire burned down. She's always so pleasant, and I enjoy talking with her. She's alone, but such a good woman, and works hard to keep her home nice and her nose clean. I will surely miss her when we are through up there, and I'm back at Clairemont all the time.
I came home at 9:30. I was really tired, but I'm out of Ambien, and I didn't sleep much last night.
Tim, 'The Little Boy Who Sleeps Upstairs', has not returned or contacted us. I wonder about him. He always disapears on weekends, but this time he's stayed away longer.
I suspect heavy drug use. Drugs have ruined so many lives.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011 AM
This promises to be a short post, because of time restraints.
I had to re-boot this computer this morning again, as it's doing that strange thing where it workd but does nothing.
Steve looked at it a couple of days ago, but has done nothing to correct the problem, so it's still messed up.
I was hurting and up all night during night before last, and thus felt like I had the flu all day yesterday. My throat was hoarse, and I couldn't even hum along with the hymns on BBN.
The kids worked at Creekside, but S2 was the only adult who worked.
He begun the repairs on the areas that we had disturbed when we moved windows. There's one more window I'm going to install, and a couple that we're going to repair, but this is getting some repair done to the visible aspect of the house, and S1 wanted that.
The kids moved the sand pile that had been in front of the house, and cleaned the garage, and it makes a lot of difference in the appearance of the house from the road.
Shawn Richards, Cherokee's and S1's son, is home from the hospital, but is still having some trouble with his knee, and will out of work for a while, as it's painful and he can't walk far or be on his feet.
Cherokee is staying with him quite a bit.
We are grazing the cows on the lawn at Clairemont, as the grass is out of control and the pastures are not adequate for them to graze there, and the fences are still not repaired.
I'll be glad when I can return to full service, as things are not getting done as they should.
I only have so many hours in my days, and just so many days in a week. ...and I HATE being sore and limited from my recent surgery, though I'm doing a lot better than I or anyone else expected.
I need to get the riding lawn mower repaired, and a new battery for it, and then get to taking care of my yard like I've always done. I don't want to live in a hay field.
I'm reminded of that Roosevelt hag who grazed sheep on the lawn of the White House during some war. She was so buck-toothed that she could gut a pumpkin through a picket fence.
I slept fairly well last night, with the help of several medications, including Lyrica, and I'm hung over this morning.
But I'd better mention Barbara, or she'll be upset at being left out.
I sure think a lot of her sweet mother, Elizabeth.
The sun is fully on Clinch Mountain, and I need to get going on chores.
I had to re-boot this computer this morning again, as it's doing that strange thing where it workd but does nothing.
Steve looked at it a couple of days ago, but has done nothing to correct the problem, so it's still messed up.
I was hurting and up all night during night before last, and thus felt like I had the flu all day yesterday. My throat was hoarse, and I couldn't even hum along with the hymns on BBN.
The kids worked at Creekside, but S2 was the only adult who worked.
He begun the repairs on the areas that we had disturbed when we moved windows. There's one more window I'm going to install, and a couple that we're going to repair, but this is getting some repair done to the visible aspect of the house, and S1 wanted that.
The kids moved the sand pile that had been in front of the house, and cleaned the garage, and it makes a lot of difference in the appearance of the house from the road.
Shawn Richards, Cherokee's and S1's son, is home from the hospital, but is still having some trouble with his knee, and will out of work for a while, as it's painful and he can't walk far or be on his feet.
Cherokee is staying with him quite a bit.
We are grazing the cows on the lawn at Clairemont, as the grass is out of control and the pastures are not adequate for them to graze there, and the fences are still not repaired.
I'll be glad when I can return to full service, as things are not getting done as they should.
I only have so many hours in my days, and just so many days in a week. ...and I HATE being sore and limited from my recent surgery, though I'm doing a lot better than I or anyone else expected.
I need to get the riding lawn mower repaired, and a new battery for it, and then get to taking care of my yard like I've always done. I don't want to live in a hay field.
I'm reminded of that Roosevelt hag who grazed sheep on the lawn of the White House during some war. She was so buck-toothed that she could gut a pumpkin through a picket fence.
I slept fairly well last night, with the help of several medications, including Lyrica, and I'm hung over this morning.
But I'd better mention Barbara, or she'll be upset at being left out.
I sure think a lot of her sweet mother, Elizabeth.
The sun is fully on Clinch Mountain, and I need to get going on chores.
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