Cherokee says I don't blog often enough anymore.
I know that. I just don't take the time. It's only a few minutes if I keep up, but takes me so long to remember everything if I wait too long.
The Rutledge Police came and got John Estep out of my front yard last week, and it's been a nightmare sinse then. He is so useful. He was arrested because he didn't keep in touch close enough with his parole officer over a traffic violation from over two years ago. He had been charged with child endangerment over his child being in the car when he was speeding.
He's such a caring and thoughtful man, and he asked his 'woman' to have me please hold his job until he gets out. I paid his fines, which he will work out in time when he's released.
The police officer cried and asked my forgiveness when he took John. I guess I'm a big cheese, and he didn't want me to hold a grudge.
I thanked him for doing his duty, but expressed regret that I will have to get along without John until his release.
My neighbor, Mrs. Cabbage, had her Lincoln for sale last week, and I kept thinking that I might stop and ask about it. I finally walked over with two friends today and asked about it, but it had been sold for $1200.00. It looked new, and drove like a dream.
I'm so sorry I missed the boat on that one.
I worked some on fences up in the back fields this morning, and worked on the swimming pool this afternoon, with Cherokee's help. It is filthy from all the leaves and such that blow towards pools in the winter. Steve refused to heat it with my solar water heater last year, and I couldn't get in it. With PAD and fibro, you don't get in cold water....ever.
I repaired the solar heater today, and raised the temp five degrees just today, which was not a hot day.
I had to clean the filter about every five minutes, but it's getting cleaner all the time.
I enjoyed it so much year before last. It's nice to get in the water and 'float' while you walk when it's been hot all day, but I can't take the cold water. I look forward to getting in the pool after a day working at Creekside.
I went to a County Commission meeting last week with Janie. She spoke on the waste disposal problem with her neighbors, and I spoke about the tax issues in Grainger County. I brought the house down when I rebutted some lady's comments about the taxes in our county doubling last year. She said that her ministry was to the aged, and that they were having to eat dog food to get by after paying their taxes. I told the meeting that pork and beans were cheaper, not to speak of rice, potatoes, pinto beans, macaroni, and various sale items in the canned food departments.
The County Commission laughed out loud when they saw her face as I tore into her arguments.
I'm almost considering a run for Commission next term, so it would behoove me to have a few of them on my side. The Mayor, Mark Hipshire, adored my thanks to him in keeping our tax base low. He knows he has my support.
I stopped to talk with Lois Kitts today for a few minutes. She's the new widow at the head of our road. She's doing alright, but missed Bill so badly. He was a good friend and neighbor. She had the bouquet I had made for his funeral on her front porch. It is rather huge, and everyone says it's the most beautiful arrangement they've ever seen. I wish mom could see that the flower arrangement classes worked to my advantage.
I told her that Steve often asked about her.
Our road is named for her father.
Steve yelled at me for so long tonight because he wants me to get the new cat neutered. I assured him that I would call Katina Turley tomorrow morning and make an appointment. He's so anal.
I'm making a lot of Jello. I enjoy the cool and sweet favor in the evening, and the gelatin and fluids are good for me.
My health is failing so quickly. I've been terribly hoarse all day, sounding again like the growths are back. I don't even want to go to the doctors anymore. They can't agree, and they all just make me feel more like dying.
I'm depressed.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012 AM
It's still a little early to expect Steve to be up, so the house is quiet, and I have a few minutes to blog.
Betty Pike, my favorite Sister Worker, had cataract surgery this week. I haven't heard how it turned out, but I've been praying that all went well.
Her plate is full, with Ma Pike being 92 and quite feeble. She's having to stay at Betty's house some of the time, and she is so independant that it doesn't suit her much.
Betty also does so much for others that she stays busy all of the time, plus having a 'dog sitting' service.
Faune Gerber's daughter divorced on Friday, and Faune is despondant about it all. She had tried to help them work things out, but Julie is a little hard-headed, and went through the divorce. She will be moving back into the house with Faune and her husband, Armin. They've given her two rooms for herself and the two daughters, for which Faune is the 'nanny'.
Faune is an old friend, contemporary, and helper to me. Steve and I will never forget her for getting our Veteran's Loan for Clairemont approved so quickly. She sure could run an office.
The work at Creekside is slower inside and very demanding outside. The yard looks really good with Janie's touch. She's a wonderment to me. She brought supper to Creekside last night, and it was fabulous. Clarence Singleton ate like a horse, enjoying a good, home-cooked meal with true friends.
Clarence is my special case, a fellow most would consider the village idiot. I felt a special affection for him several years ago because of the teasing he endured at the hands of others, so I "adopted" him, to look after and see that others were more kind and accepting of him.
It was amazing how much more social acceptance he has, and how much happier he is.
We see that he has meals, mostly now at Creekside, but often at the Down Home. He loves the Fried Chicken Special on Thursday nights, and we pay for him to have his special treat.
Janie, Cherokee, and I have put reflectors on his bicycle, and a horn, along with his handle-bar basket, so that it is easier for him to carry his 'treasures', and so that the reflectors will make him safer.
He dresses mostly in darker colors, so the reflectors are a good idea. He also prefers to wear pink caps, so I keep him in good supply. They show better in the dark that darker ones would.
He's not welcome to stay long in most places around Rutledge, but I've assured him that he's always welcome at Creekside, and we often show up for work in the mornings and find him sitting at the picnic table on the front patio. He's waiting for his friends.
We are getting rave reviews on the work on the yard. It does look a lot better, more like a gracious home and less like a dump for construction materials.
Janie puts Clarence to work on smaller projects when he's there, and he is good for the 'heavy lifting' jobs.
I've been working a lot on hand-painting the ceiling medallion for one of the bedrooms, and it's glorious. I'm matching the colors in the wallpaper, which looks like a cross between clematis and wisteria. It's pains-taking work, but I enjoy seeing a bland, white medallion come to life with vibrant color. That room has a large, beveled-glass window, and I think it will compliment the color nicely.
This week, Janie and I decided that the wall which enclosed a lot of the front porch just had to come down. We hired a local handy-man to cut it out with a concrete saw, and it was like turning on a spot light when the light came in. We're going to be using a railing there, and it will be much lighter and more welcoming. We're already planning hanging baskets and medallions there. We love to scheme.
My fet and legs hurt all the time, and the stairs at Creekside don't help a bit. I go up and down them so many times a day.
My hair is beginning to come back, though all too slowly for my taste. It's still quite stringy and rather short, so I'm trying to not tease it, hoping that not teasing will help the growth process. But not teasing it makes it fly-away, and it just doesn't look like me. I also have to pin it so closely to my head that the pins make my head sore. I just wish this all woundn't have happened.
I've asked Steve to get the pool ready for summer while he's home this time, but I don't really expect him to. I'll have to have someone help me with it after he's gone back to work. If I can get it warm enough, it would sure help my fibro and my PAD. It would also lift my spirits to know that I could enjoy a nice time in the pool every evening. That 'floating, weightless' feeling is so nice after a hard day's work. I heat it with solar, as I can't stand the cool water on my feet and legs.
It's becomming daylight outside, and it looks like it will be foggy early.
I'm off here to paint my medallion.
Special hugs to Faune.
Oh, and I'd better mention Barbara.
Betty Pike, my favorite Sister Worker, had cataract surgery this week. I haven't heard how it turned out, but I've been praying that all went well.
Her plate is full, with Ma Pike being 92 and quite feeble. She's having to stay at Betty's house some of the time, and she is so independant that it doesn't suit her much.
Betty also does so much for others that she stays busy all of the time, plus having a 'dog sitting' service.
Faune Gerber's daughter divorced on Friday, and Faune is despondant about it all. She had tried to help them work things out, but Julie is a little hard-headed, and went through the divorce. She will be moving back into the house with Faune and her husband, Armin. They've given her two rooms for herself and the two daughters, for which Faune is the 'nanny'.
Faune is an old friend, contemporary, and helper to me. Steve and I will never forget her for getting our Veteran's Loan for Clairemont approved so quickly. She sure could run an office.
The work at Creekside is slower inside and very demanding outside. The yard looks really good with Janie's touch. She's a wonderment to me. She brought supper to Creekside last night, and it was fabulous. Clarence Singleton ate like a horse, enjoying a good, home-cooked meal with true friends.
Clarence is my special case, a fellow most would consider the village idiot. I felt a special affection for him several years ago because of the teasing he endured at the hands of others, so I "adopted" him, to look after and see that others were more kind and accepting of him.
It was amazing how much more social acceptance he has, and how much happier he is.
We see that he has meals, mostly now at Creekside, but often at the Down Home. He loves the Fried Chicken Special on Thursday nights, and we pay for him to have his special treat.
Janie, Cherokee, and I have put reflectors on his bicycle, and a horn, along with his handle-bar basket, so that it is easier for him to carry his 'treasures', and so that the reflectors will make him safer.
He dresses mostly in darker colors, so the reflectors are a good idea. He also prefers to wear pink caps, so I keep him in good supply. They show better in the dark that darker ones would.
He's not welcome to stay long in most places around Rutledge, but I've assured him that he's always welcome at Creekside, and we often show up for work in the mornings and find him sitting at the picnic table on the front patio. He's waiting for his friends.
We are getting rave reviews on the work on the yard. It does look a lot better, more like a gracious home and less like a dump for construction materials.
Janie puts Clarence to work on smaller projects when he's there, and he is good for the 'heavy lifting' jobs.
I've been working a lot on hand-painting the ceiling medallion for one of the bedrooms, and it's glorious. I'm matching the colors in the wallpaper, which looks like a cross between clematis and wisteria. It's pains-taking work, but I enjoy seeing a bland, white medallion come to life with vibrant color. That room has a large, beveled-glass window, and I think it will compliment the color nicely.
This week, Janie and I decided that the wall which enclosed a lot of the front porch just had to come down. We hired a local handy-man to cut it out with a concrete saw, and it was like turning on a spot light when the light came in. We're going to be using a railing there, and it will be much lighter and more welcoming. We're already planning hanging baskets and medallions there. We love to scheme.
My fet and legs hurt all the time, and the stairs at Creekside don't help a bit. I go up and down them so many times a day.
My hair is beginning to come back, though all too slowly for my taste. It's still quite stringy and rather short, so I'm trying to not tease it, hoping that not teasing will help the growth process. But not teasing it makes it fly-away, and it just doesn't look like me. I also have to pin it so closely to my head that the pins make my head sore. I just wish this all woundn't have happened.
I've asked Steve to get the pool ready for summer while he's home this time, but I don't really expect him to. I'll have to have someone help me with it after he's gone back to work. If I can get it warm enough, it would sure help my fibro and my PAD. It would also lift my spirits to know that I could enjoy a nice time in the pool every evening. That 'floating, weightless' feeling is so nice after a hard day's work. I heat it with solar, as I can't stand the cool water on my feet and legs.
It's becomming daylight outside, and it looks like it will be foggy early.
I'm off here to paint my medallion.
Special hugs to Faune.
Oh, and I'd better mention Barbara.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday AM
It's early for me to post, but I need to get an early start on my day.
The workers from Creekside are supposed to come today and help me get the yard in shape. It suffered from severe neglect last year, as I had two surgeries and couldn't do my usual work on it.
We are moving things from Creekside to Clairemont and the storage unit to make more room for working at Creekside. It seems like we have to move something out of the way every time we do anything.
Sammy Fox came and installed a bright orange fence in front of the pasture next to the yard, and I want to hurl every time I look at it. I'm going to paint it with brown, green, and gray spray paint. I can't stand it.
We are spending a lot of time on the yard, and it sure takes away from doing things to the house that need to be done.
Today is supposed to be nice, so the yard work should go well.
I had 'night sweats' all night, and my night shirt was soaking several times.
Janie and Cherokee came up to Clairemont last evening, and I gave them the 'fifty-cent' tour.
They both loved everything. It needs cleaning.
Faune Gerber is asking for prayer that the marriage of her daughter will not fail. I think the divorce hearing is for later this week. I hope it's not too late.
I'm painting (at night) a ceiling medallion for the front upstairs bedroom at Creekside. It's called the Wisteria Room. I'm matching the colors in the wall paper to the medallion.
Barbara's mother sent me the nicest little boquet as a thank you for taking Barbara to the terminal to get her night tables. It wasn't necessary, but it was sweet.
Well, I'm off.
The workers from Creekside are supposed to come today and help me get the yard in shape. It suffered from severe neglect last year, as I had two surgeries and couldn't do my usual work on it.
We are moving things from Creekside to Clairemont and the storage unit to make more room for working at Creekside. It seems like we have to move something out of the way every time we do anything.
Sammy Fox came and installed a bright orange fence in front of the pasture next to the yard, and I want to hurl every time I look at it. I'm going to paint it with brown, green, and gray spray paint. I can't stand it.
We are spending a lot of time on the yard, and it sure takes away from doing things to the house that need to be done.
Today is supposed to be nice, so the yard work should go well.
I had 'night sweats' all night, and my night shirt was soaking several times.
Janie and Cherokee came up to Clairemont last evening, and I gave them the 'fifty-cent' tour.
They both loved everything. It needs cleaning.
Faune Gerber is asking for prayer that the marriage of her daughter will not fail. I think the divorce hearing is for later this week. I hope it's not too late.
I'm painting (at night) a ceiling medallion for the front upstairs bedroom at Creekside. It's called the Wisteria Room. I'm matching the colors in the wall paper to the medallion.
Barbara's mother sent me the nicest little boquet as a thank you for taking Barbara to the terminal to get her night tables. It wasn't necessary, but it was sweet.
Well, I'm off.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sunday AM
It's time for an update.
Ruby Oaks, an old friend from the Truth, died this week. She was 88 years old, but the last time we talked, she was clear and alert. She had lived the last year or so with her daughter, Donna Brown, a widowed lady. She also professes, and is one of the sweetest women I've ever known, with a good spirit, a clear testimony, and a sweet heart. She is the sister-in-law of Cheryl Brown, an old childhood friend who I still talk with on occasion.
Bill Kitts' funeral was week before last, but I didn't attend the funeral. I just can't stand in those long lines and watch everyone hold a family reunion. I went early with my floral offering, singed the book, and beat the crowd. Sammy Fox told me the line was so long that the service had to be held late.
Cherokee, Janie, and I took the day yesterday for a 'girl's day', and went to North Carolina for a road trip. Janie had to take her grandaughter back home, and we wanted to stop at all the Goodwill's and Habitat Stores along the way.
I found a lovely light fixture for the living room at Creekside. I was not too sure what I would do for overhead lighting in that room, but this fixture is perfect, and it was cheap, which is what I really like.
I also found some lovely wooden cornice boards for larger windows. That Habitat is really reasonable, and the manager is really nice. There was an older lady helping him, and she was really helpful in getting our merchandise to the front of the store and into the truck.
My friend John brought me several loads of concrete blocks this week for a really great price. They were from an old mobile home foundation where the trailer had burned. It must have been a dirty job, but the block were cheap, his labor was, too, and I"m glad to have something to use in building our house for such a good price.
He is local, and is a good worker. His pretty sister, Ashley, works at the car wash across the street, and causes a few horns to blow when she's working in her hot pants and halter tops.
We've been working on the yard a great deal, and it shows it. We have faithfully burned on a huge brush pile that was an eyesore, and it gone now. It really opens up the yard.
I repaired an angel figurine that was broken, and I'm now looking for a solar light to put in her hand, which is held aloft.
I also put a light in a stained glass flower pot, and it looks so pretty in the evening. It's on the front steps now, but Janie says it would look better down by the deck. We'll try it there.
Clarence Singleton comes by almost every day to visit, and Janie often puts him to work. He's so simply minded that he can't be trusted to complete a task without supervision, but he needs to feel useful. We put mirrors and reflectors on his bicycle to keep him safer on the roads, and we almost always feed him, either with Janie's offerings or we take him to eat. I try to not give him money, as he uses it for cigarettes or God knows what, and is still hungry.
He's quite well-known around Rutledge, but most of the people he knows are not his real friends, and they tease and ridicule him. I try to treat him as a real person, which he is, and he loves the attention and affection I give him. He was born with a cleft palate, which has never been repaired, and he is a Down's child, so he is not pretty, and sometimes it's really hard to understand his speach, but he's a friend, and worth the effort.
He wears pink hats, almost all of which I've bought him. I thinks he likes the singularity it brings to him.
I need to get to work, and I'm sure I've forgotten some things, but there will be other posts.
Ruby Oaks, an old friend from the Truth, died this week. She was 88 years old, but the last time we talked, she was clear and alert. She had lived the last year or so with her daughter, Donna Brown, a widowed lady. She also professes, and is one of the sweetest women I've ever known, with a good spirit, a clear testimony, and a sweet heart. She is the sister-in-law of Cheryl Brown, an old childhood friend who I still talk with on occasion.
Bill Kitts' funeral was week before last, but I didn't attend the funeral. I just can't stand in those long lines and watch everyone hold a family reunion. I went early with my floral offering, singed the book, and beat the crowd. Sammy Fox told me the line was so long that the service had to be held late.
Cherokee, Janie, and I took the day yesterday for a 'girl's day', and went to North Carolina for a road trip. Janie had to take her grandaughter back home, and we wanted to stop at all the Goodwill's and Habitat Stores along the way.
I found a lovely light fixture for the living room at Creekside. I was not too sure what I would do for overhead lighting in that room, but this fixture is perfect, and it was cheap, which is what I really like.
I also found some lovely wooden cornice boards for larger windows. That Habitat is really reasonable, and the manager is really nice. There was an older lady helping him, and she was really helpful in getting our merchandise to the front of the store and into the truck.
My friend John brought me several loads of concrete blocks this week for a really great price. They were from an old mobile home foundation where the trailer had burned. It must have been a dirty job, but the block were cheap, his labor was, too, and I"m glad to have something to use in building our house for such a good price.
He is local, and is a good worker. His pretty sister, Ashley, works at the car wash across the street, and causes a few horns to blow when she's working in her hot pants and halter tops.
We've been working on the yard a great deal, and it shows it. We have faithfully burned on a huge brush pile that was an eyesore, and it gone now. It really opens up the yard.
I repaired an angel figurine that was broken, and I'm now looking for a solar light to put in her hand, which is held aloft.
I also put a light in a stained glass flower pot, and it looks so pretty in the evening. It's on the front steps now, but Janie says it would look better down by the deck. We'll try it there.
Clarence Singleton comes by almost every day to visit, and Janie often puts him to work. He's so simply minded that he can't be trusted to complete a task without supervision, but he needs to feel useful. We put mirrors and reflectors on his bicycle to keep him safer on the roads, and we almost always feed him, either with Janie's offerings or we take him to eat. I try to not give him money, as he uses it for cigarettes or God knows what, and is still hungry.
He's quite well-known around Rutledge, but most of the people he knows are not his real friends, and they tease and ridicule him. I try to treat him as a real person, which he is, and he loves the attention and affection I give him. He was born with a cleft palate, which has never been repaired, and he is a Down's child, so he is not pretty, and sometimes it's really hard to understand his speach, but he's a friend, and worth the effort.
He wears pink hats, almost all of which I've bought him. I thinks he likes the singularity it brings to him.
I need to get to work, and I'm sure I've forgotten some things, but there will be other posts.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012 AM
I haven't blogged in a while. I've been busy, tired (a lot), and ill (some).
My hair is coming back fairly fast, but I don't dare tease it or do anything to it to possibly cause any damage. I am so frustrated with it. I've never fixed short hair, and it's all new to me.
Creekside is comong along pretty well. Janie's pushing everyone is getting things going, and keeping them going, so that more is getting done.
More and more people are commenting on how nice things are looking.
We're not getting much done inside, but the yard and grounds are getting to looking really nice.
A large cedar tree came down in a storm last week, and did some damage to the peafowl aviary, which will have to be repaired when I find the time.
Ruby Oakes' funeral was Wednesday night, but I just couldn't go. She was a fine professing woman. I'm too tired to go to funerals and social events at night.
I had another 'sleeping migraine' all day yesterday, but Janie kept the ball rolling at Creekside, and the work went on.
Yesterday was Steve's birthday, and I'm working on several projects to surprise him when he gets home next time.
I need to get going on chores.
Oh, yes, Barbara's still fat. and her momma dresses her funny.
My hair is coming back fairly fast, but I don't dare tease it or do anything to it to possibly cause any damage. I am so frustrated with it. I've never fixed short hair, and it's all new to me.
Creekside is comong along pretty well. Janie's pushing everyone is getting things going, and keeping them going, so that more is getting done.
More and more people are commenting on how nice things are looking.
We're not getting much done inside, but the yard and grounds are getting to looking really nice.
A large cedar tree came down in a storm last week, and did some damage to the peafowl aviary, which will have to be repaired when I find the time.
Ruby Oakes' funeral was Wednesday night, but I just couldn't go. She was a fine professing woman. I'm too tired to go to funerals and social events at night.
I had another 'sleeping migraine' all day yesterday, but Janie kept the ball rolling at Creekside, and the work went on.
Yesterday was Steve's birthday, and I'm working on several projects to surprise him when he gets home next time.
I need to get going on chores.
Oh, yes, Barbara's still fat. and her momma dresses her funny.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012 AM
Faune Gerber called me last night, which usually shows concern on her part, so I guess I'd better blog, and let the whole world know how things are going.
Having Steve home sinse November has me really spoiled. He's been especially kind, nurturing, and gentle, knowing that my mental health has been stretched to the breaking point with all the trauma drama.
My hair is still coming out, but very slowly now, as there's not so much of it left to fall out. I'm doing everything to keep even a little bit of it, but everytime I shampoo or style my hair, I cry at the pitiful little sprig I have left.
Penny, the female devil, drove by Creekside one night last week and 'shot me the bird'.
I called the police, as that is breaking her parole. The city cop didn't even know that she was out. He had taken the burglary report on Eileen Collin's house, which is in the city, and my house is in the county. We can see each other's houses. She is not doing so well, either, having had a stroke when they broke into her home.
I wonder why the city and county cops don't keep in closer touch.
I've heard a rumor that the FBI put a 'plant' in the Grainger County Jail, and that he's already gathered enough evidence of wrongdoing to get Casper out of office.
That would be a day of great celebration.
Dwight Bull is opening a new restaurant in town today. I won't be eating there.
Steve and I went up yesterday to Kenny Singleton's old bar property to get some of the roof tiles he gave me last summer. They're really heavy, and back in some tangled undergrowth. As could be expected, Steve gave out and didn't want to get many after we got there, and left the ones we did get on the back of the truck overnight. He wants to unload them here, but we'll be using the at Creekside. His methods usually double the work for any project.
I couldn't sleep last night, and was in the livingroom painting, when I heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. It was the compressor on the built-in refridgerator. Our neighbor, Mike Illic, does repairs on these things, and he told me once before that they're not worth the cost of repairs. A new one costs about $10,000.00.
I don't know what Steve will want to do.
Janie's brother, Fred, and his wife, Mary Ann, are hgere this week from New York. They're buying a house down on water street. It's going to need a lot of work, and I'm glad to have enough building supplies to help them. He's very out-going, but she's a little quiter. They're both really nice folks, and I think they'll fit in real well in East Tennessee.
Betty Pike wrote me an e-mail the other day, telling me that I need to take a break. As usual, the Sister Workers are always right. I really want to. I'm tired to the core of my being, and it would be so nice to get up in the mornings without so much to do.
Speaking of things to do....chores await.
Having Steve home sinse November has me really spoiled. He's been especially kind, nurturing, and gentle, knowing that my mental health has been stretched to the breaking point with all the trauma drama.
My hair is still coming out, but very slowly now, as there's not so much of it left to fall out. I'm doing everything to keep even a little bit of it, but everytime I shampoo or style my hair, I cry at the pitiful little sprig I have left.
Penny, the female devil, drove by Creekside one night last week and 'shot me the bird'.
I called the police, as that is breaking her parole. The city cop didn't even know that she was out. He had taken the burglary report on Eileen Collin's house, which is in the city, and my house is in the county. We can see each other's houses. She is not doing so well, either, having had a stroke when they broke into her home.
I wonder why the city and county cops don't keep in closer touch.
I've heard a rumor that the FBI put a 'plant' in the Grainger County Jail, and that he's already gathered enough evidence of wrongdoing to get Casper out of office.
That would be a day of great celebration.
Dwight Bull is opening a new restaurant in town today. I won't be eating there.
Steve and I went up yesterday to Kenny Singleton's old bar property to get some of the roof tiles he gave me last summer. They're really heavy, and back in some tangled undergrowth. As could be expected, Steve gave out and didn't want to get many after we got there, and left the ones we did get on the back of the truck overnight. He wants to unload them here, but we'll be using the at Creekside. His methods usually double the work for any project.
I couldn't sleep last night, and was in the livingroom painting, when I heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. It was the compressor on the built-in refridgerator. Our neighbor, Mike Illic, does repairs on these things, and he told me once before that they're not worth the cost of repairs. A new one costs about $10,000.00.
I don't know what Steve will want to do.
Janie's brother, Fred, and his wife, Mary Ann, are hgere this week from New York. They're buying a house down on water street. It's going to need a lot of work, and I'm glad to have enough building supplies to help them. He's very out-going, but she's a little quiter. They're both really nice folks, and I think they'll fit in real well in East Tennessee.
Betty Pike wrote me an e-mail the other day, telling me that I need to take a break. As usual, the Sister Workers are always right. I really want to. I'm tired to the core of my being, and it would be so nice to get up in the mornings without so much to do.
Speaking of things to do....chores await.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Thursday AM Early
Another sleepless night. I can get to sleep, then Steve comes to bed late and wakes my up. Then I can't get back to sleep, and I'm up all night.
I'm foggy headed from all the Ambien I've took throughout the night. I took half a Percocet earlier, and it's doing the trick. My head is spinning.
There's a little trauma drama at work, but I'll go into it later.
I'm foggy headed from all the Ambien I've took throughout the night. I took half a Percocet earlier, and it's doing the trick. My head is spinning.
There's a little trauma drama at work, but I'll go into it later.
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