Sunday, July 12, 2009

July 12, 2009

Well, It is finally a sunny day. We have had so much rain this year... I have not had to water my garden. My veggie plants are strong and healthy. They're sure to bring us some nice juicy vegetables.
Yesterday we sold 7 cords of wood. The man wants even more so today we will be out back in the forest, cutting up tree's and splitting it. Due to the crashing economy, more and more people are resorting to woodstoves for heating. I can't say that I blame them as we'd have a woodstove too if we had room for one. I'm all for not having to buy heating kerosene every winter.
I have been fiddling around with Facebook.... however I have yet to understand the concept of it. Why don't people just email one another as opposed to short notes posted on a wall for the world to see. Perhaps I am just getting prematurely old. ;-0

My son Jeremy is doing well since arriving home from Canon City, Colorado on April 28th. He had been gone for nearly 7 years. I thank God every day for returning him home to me. It feels like 600lbs has been lifted off my shoulders. I worried about him out there with no family to turn to. Plus of course I missed him. Amazingly enough, he landed a decent job by the 3rd week of being home. The pay isn't the best but they have excellent benefits and it is super close by.
He says that once he saves enough money, he'll be buying himself another vehicle so he can get around on his own.

I've been on clindamycin antibiotics for a nasty tooth root abscess that has been paining me for 7 days now. I believe the clindamycin is the cause to some very vivid... realistic dreams where I am trying to save Jeremy & Jennifer from harm... like last night I dreamt that Billie Fucillo the autodealer here in NY was a mobster and he was killing off kids because he hates little people. I begged him to kill me instead... to please allow my children to live. It was a horrid dream. This is like the 4th dream I have had this week... trying to save my 2 children. The weird thing is... Jennifer passed away back in 1991 from an inoperable brain stem tumor. I couldn't prevent her from that yet alone stop the tumor from killing her. Perhaps I carry a deep seeded guilt within for not being able to protect her from that. I don't know.

Well, I am needed outside now to help stack wood. Bye!