It's been quite a while sinse I've posted. There are too many reasons to go into it all now, but 'password problems' are leading the list of reasons why.
Elaine told me she missed my posts, so I need to post more regularly, I suppose.
I went to Dr. Duck a week ago, and he found some growths on my throat, which he thinks are serious enough to have me see a throat surgeon. I guess they're going to cut my throat.
I see the surgeon on Thursday, and Penny Baily, my new Girl Friday, is taking me. She's afraid that I'll 'chicken out' and not go. It's tempting, but I want to get this over with.
I've learned lately that Sharon Weirwill, an old friend from the '2X2's has stage 3b lung cancer. She has never been around smoking or the use of tobacco at any time in her life. My mother died of lung cancer, and she did not smoke, either.
Sharon had been a special singer at funerals for many years, both because of her considerable skill and her sweet spirit. She is in our prayers.
Evelyn Kidwell died two weeks ago, and I flew the flag at half-staff for her, but the family did not want anything done to commemorate her passing. They rebuffed the offers of food from Connie Fain and Lois Kitts, two good neighbor ladies (Watson Lane was named for their father).
Steve Kidwell told Barbara (here's your mention, Barbara), that he didn't want anyone coming to offer condolences. She was cremated.
The house is going well now. I had to fire S2 and Chris Dailey, as they were sitting around talking instead of working. Penny is now the supervisor over the restoration project, and she's a whiz! She FINDS work to do, and she is good at lighting fires under the men-folks to get the work done.
Randy, a son-in-law of Elaine, is working now, and he's doing a great job. He's really smart about project knowledge, and he works at getting along with Penny and Kerry, Penny's husband.
Kerry is an excellent wood woodworker, and Randy is a good plumber, but neither of them are afraid of tackelking any job that needs done.
It's a world of difference there now.
We've got the new, beveled-glass window set above the windows in the right front bedroom, and they let in a LOT of light. They are stunning!
We've got the sub-flooring in the upstairs sunroom, and it steadies the floor a lot more. I'm getting anxious to get the smooth-surface material put down, and start the tiling.
I think we're going to have to lose a large wiondow upstairs in the sunroom, to make room for a wall for the bath, but there will still be lots of light..
We had a calf the other day, and it's doing well. I guess it was born Saturday or Sunday, when I was sick with the flu, and couldn't get out to see what all was going on around the farm.
I was down all week-end with the flu, and felt terrible.
Penny gave me a shot of Penicillin yesterday, and I'm lots better today. I still don't feel well, but better.
Cherokee brought me a new kitten last week, and she's as sweet as can be. I've named her Sweety, and she has stolen my heart. She's not Yoda, but she's a dear, and I'm considering keeping her in the house. I didn't think I'd ever want another house cat, but she's so sweet and affectionate, and she's nice to cuddle with at night when I'm tired.
Dennis Acuff got me some crumbled asphalt from a bridge construction project to fill in the front yard at Creekside, and it raised the level of the yard about 3 feet. That will make a LOT less fill dirt I'll have to buy to make the yard level.
I was walking down there one evening, burning brush, and looked down to see a dime. It didn't feel right, but Clarence Singleton said it was really a dime. I couldn't read the print on it. It's a 1906 aluminum dime, and is very rare. I wonder what it's worth.
We're finding all kinds of funny things about the house, and it's a surprise to us when we see them. I'll have to up-date on them at another time.
I need to get off this computer and get to working onmy day, but I'll post more often, I hope.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I guess I'd better post, or Barbara will have some sort of coniption fit, not being mentioned in print for so long.
The flag on the bluff at Clairemont is at half-staff today, in comemoration of the death of our good friend and neighbor, Evelyn Collins Kidwell. I met her shortly after moving out here to Grainger County, and we became friends right away. She had been critically failing for several years. There is to be no funeral or burial.
Sherry Denton's mother died on Sunday morning, also. The recieving is tonight at a funeral home in New Market, I believe.
Some vicious animal got into my chickens and has killed them all.
I'm dispondant.
I'm also sleepy, and I want to go back to bed.
The flag on the bluff at Clairemont is at half-staff today, in comemoration of the death of our good friend and neighbor, Evelyn Collins Kidwell. I met her shortly after moving out here to Grainger County, and we became friends right away. She had been critically failing for several years. There is to be no funeral or burial.
Sherry Denton's mother died on Sunday morning, also. The recieving is tonight at a funeral home in New Market, I believe.
Some vicious animal got into my chickens and has killed them all.
I'm dispondant.
I'm also sleepy, and I want to go back to bed.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday PM
I haven't posted much lately for several reasons.
I've been busy (I'm Shocked, SHOCKED!), and I've been depressed.
The depression comes from the lack of effort Steve is expending toward the house and our farm, and the added effect that the rest of us workers are held back by the fact that the electricity is not finished, the plumbing is not finished, the walls cannot be closed back up, and the base boards cannot be put back in place.
I'm worn out, and I wonder if the depression is one of the contributing factors.
I've been busy (I'm Shocked, SHOCKED!), and I've been depressed.
The depression comes from the lack of effort Steve is expending toward the house and our farm, and the added effect that the rest of us workers are held back by the fact that the electricity is not finished, the plumbing is not finished, the walls cannot be closed back up, and the base boards cannot be put back in place.
I'm worn out, and I wonder if the depression is one of the contributing factors.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Will post more soon
I haven't posted in several days, but I will post soon to let everyone know what all has been happening.
Barbara is having a coniption fit because she hasn't been seeing her name mentioned by myself, so we must acconodate her.
Does someone out there have a life they can give her?
Lynn has been so ill that she can't post, and we ask prayers for her.
Steve has just been ill.
Thanks to Faune for her unflagging support, and to Elaine for all the praises for the work being done on the house.
I saw Peggy Corum Smith last night at the Down Home, and she asked for a tour of the house when it's finished. It would be a great honor to conduct that fine lady around the house for a viewing. She took music lessons there when she was a young girl, and she commented that it was so cold that Miss Lowe kept a heater under the piano. I can believe that.
It won't be cold this next winter.
Barbara is having a coniption fit because she hasn't been seeing her name mentioned by myself, so we must acconodate her.
Does someone out there have a life they can give her?
Lynn has been so ill that she can't post, and we ask prayers for her.
Steve has just been ill.
Thanks to Faune for her unflagging support, and to Elaine for all the praises for the work being done on the house.
I saw Peggy Corum Smith last night at the Down Home, and she asked for a tour of the house when it's finished. It would be a great honor to conduct that fine lady around the house for a viewing. She took music lessons there when she was a young girl, and she commented that it was so cold that Miss Lowe kept a heater under the piano. I can believe that.
It won't be cold this next winter.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011 AM
Elaine told me I need to post more often. I used to post every day, but I'm now so busy working at the new place, and trying to keep up with the work here at Clairemont.
I had a terrible migraine on Wednesday, so I couldn't assist with the loading of the cows to take to the auction. Steve helped Ed Boling with then, and sent too many.
He could hump up a one-car funeral.
We had worked Tuesday night until 11:30 up at Creekside, and I think I was just exhausted. I slept on and off all day Wednesday, and was so sick I couldn't get to the bathroom to throw up. I had to keep a dishpan beside the bed.
I drank only a few sips of water and Diet Pepsi all day, and ate a half of a cookie. I was as weak as a kitten Thursday morning, but I was able to get back into the swing of things (but very slowly).
Steve had picked up some corn for the birds on Monday, and had unloaded it at 9:00 Tuesday evening. I asked him on Thursday morning if he had fed any corn while up at the bird houses, and he said that he had 'fed some'. I went up there to find all the reservoirs empty, so I had to fill everything myself.
That made me late getting to Creekside.
Chaos reins when I'm not there, and nothing gets done.
Penny Bailey, the new girl, had mowed the yard with Steve's new weed-eater, and it looked pretty nice. She said that the other workers had done very little while I was sick, and I could tell that it was the truth.
Late yesterday, Kerry, Penny's SO, came by and helped Penny and me hang the wall cabinets in the kitchen. He did a masterful job, and the kitchen is taking shape now.
Steve told me that I should hire him to take over the management of the work site, and I want to. All the workers are getting out of hand, and I can't be there all the time.
We saw Penny while at the Down Home for supper, and I asked her if he might take the job. She thinks he might, and I'm planning to talk with him about it.
He had told Fern (at the Family Dollar) that my workers were taking advantage of me, and that I would have to get control again.
He sounds like he's the man for the job.
It would take a lot of stress off of me to have someone else manage the employees and the work load.
Last night, Steve said that he thought the ceiling in the dining room would have to have the plaster removed. He's never seen such a project, but it's a dramatic sight, and a HUGE clean-up.
It comes down in huge, gritty, dusty chunks, and it's HEAVY!
Well, I guess I'll have a little more fill for the front yard. Rah!
We'll have a lot more dust for the whole house, too.
Where's the Sudafed?
I had a terrible migraine on Wednesday, so I couldn't assist with the loading of the cows to take to the auction. Steve helped Ed Boling with then, and sent too many.
He could hump up a one-car funeral.
We had worked Tuesday night until 11:30 up at Creekside, and I think I was just exhausted. I slept on and off all day Wednesday, and was so sick I couldn't get to the bathroom to throw up. I had to keep a dishpan beside the bed.
I drank only a few sips of water and Diet Pepsi all day, and ate a half of a cookie. I was as weak as a kitten Thursday morning, but I was able to get back into the swing of things (but very slowly).
Steve had picked up some corn for the birds on Monday, and had unloaded it at 9:00 Tuesday evening. I asked him on Thursday morning if he had fed any corn while up at the bird houses, and he said that he had 'fed some'. I went up there to find all the reservoirs empty, so I had to fill everything myself.
That made me late getting to Creekside.
Chaos reins when I'm not there, and nothing gets done.
Penny Bailey, the new girl, had mowed the yard with Steve's new weed-eater, and it looked pretty nice. She said that the other workers had done very little while I was sick, and I could tell that it was the truth.
Late yesterday, Kerry, Penny's SO, came by and helped Penny and me hang the wall cabinets in the kitchen. He did a masterful job, and the kitchen is taking shape now.
Steve told me that I should hire him to take over the management of the work site, and I want to. All the workers are getting out of hand, and I can't be there all the time.
We saw Penny while at the Down Home for supper, and I asked her if he might take the job. She thinks he might, and I'm planning to talk with him about it.
He had told Fern (at the Family Dollar) that my workers were taking advantage of me, and that I would have to get control again.
He sounds like he's the man for the job.
It would take a lot of stress off of me to have someone else manage the employees and the work load.
Last night, Steve said that he thought the ceiling in the dining room would have to have the plaster removed. He's never seen such a project, but it's a dramatic sight, and a HUGE clean-up.
It comes down in huge, gritty, dusty chunks, and it's HEAVY!
Well, I guess I'll have a little more fill for the front yard. Rah!
We'll have a lot more dust for the whole house, too.
Where's the Sudafed?
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011 AM
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.
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 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.
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