Meeting the Builder.

 Meeting the Builder.

 

Jennifer had just finished talking about not exchanging phone numbers with the folks who bought Jerry’s place when both dogs began to have hissy fits. The guy who bought the place was on my front porch. He seems very nice and promises we won’t have a bunch of drug addicts living there. Of course, what happens in the future is never going to be assured, but it was nice to meet him and be told that he does not plan on letting it get terrible over there. Here’s hoping.

 

Have about decided to have a small cellar built right next to the driveway in the front yard. It would be convenient and safer than trying to take my dogs down to Patty’s basement. And who knows how much longer Patty will be living down there anyway. Life is pretty uncertain with age and health problems. Anyway, want to check out the cellar possibilities and how much it will cost to have one installed with a door that can be counter balanced so it will be easy to open. Daddy had some kind of balance thing on our cellar on the farm and then had something similar to that on the one in Petrolia. Grandmother Pollard said it had to be easy or she would just have to sit down there in that hole and wait for things to blow away. She was not even five foot tall, so anything she pulled on had to work easily. Mom was taller and stronger, but even so, our winds can really take a person sideways and upside down in a hurry.

 

Talked to my brother this morning. He will be coming on the 21^st of this month to stay for a week. Truly hope that yours truly won’t need a babysitter much after that week. Getting a bit restless, but still having to take pain pills. Can’t drive and take those things. But if worst comes to pass, Connie would take me for x-rays and my appointment on the following weeks. It is so good to have someone to call on in a bind.

 

It keeps feeling as if it should be raining. Certainly do need lots of that wet stuff. Everything is SO dry! Thompson came in and was totally covered in dead grass sprigs. Of course, that dead grass is now all over the living room floor and the couch.

 

Jenn has been doing some rearranging of things in the house. The water bottles and stuff are now in the shelves in the hall, and the pantry in the office may be rearranged tomorrow. It won’t bother me one way or the other. Just a few pictures to change around on the walls and some heating stoves (electric) to put in plastic bags for storage in the workshop. Wish the energy for cleaning out the workshop existed, but no such luck right now. Maybe later. Love the fact that Jenn does not mind messing with whatever she thinks needs to be moved.

 

One of the nurses called a few minutes ago and asked if she could come early in the morning. Since mornings are my time of the day, that works for me. It won’t be long until they simply don’t need to come, but if we can learn something to help with the itching and scar tissue, then so be it. Would love to just soak in the bathtub tonight. Is anything as wonderful as a tub of hot water?

 

Sharon Dickerson let me know that Stilton’s wife Kathy died the other morning. Can hardly think that he and his daughter J will have time to think of any of the good things that came in their lives this past year. Sitting here shaking my head at the horrors of chemo and other forms of “medication” that these doctors will submit patients to in order to look as if they are doing something useful. Eventually people will realize there are better ways of living and dying. Jenn’s friend Andrea lived through perforated bowels when her diverticulitis broke through a few places and nearly killed her before they removed some sections of her guts. Some things are truly necessary, but putting poison inside one’s body to “cure” disease seems pretty counterintuitive to me.

 

Need to think of something happy and uplifting. My cousin John and his wife Wham always have funny things to tell me or cartoons to send. Think I need a good Calvin and Hobbs book or something along those lines. Meanwhile, will be praying for rain.

 

Rest well, my friends, and be grateful for all the many blessings given to us in this life. You are loved.