I'm sharp this morning so it'll be a long post but good

12/18/06 Monday
It’s 9:00 this morning. I’ve been up and moving for about an hour now. Didn’t get much sleep last night. We fixed a big pot of beans yesterday and they are great so I had two big bowls. Beans are one of the most economical foods around but caused some serious gastric disturbances. I guess beans are high in fiber so it was like eating several bowls of bran cereal. I was up and down to the bathroom at all hours of the night. On top of that is one of the well known results of eating beans. If I could strap a trumpet to my ass I could have played the Dixie land blues. Yeah I know, too much information.

I am only running at about a five on the Bob scale this morning. My average level of cognizance is a seven so this is a bit lower but I can still get things done just have to push through and work hard to stay on task. Cherie will help me with that.

I want to mention about our electricity prices here in Texas.

12/19/06 Tuesday
That’s as far as I got with yesterday’s journal. I am sharp this morning and the way my fingers are dancing easily on this keyboard tells me I am running at a nine on the Bob scale so this will probably be a decent and long entry.

Let me finish the thought I started at the end of yesterday’s entry. In Toledo electricity cost us $8.56 per kilowatt hour after you added up all the different fees. (I couldn’t do the math yesterday) We used 754 hours in June. Here in Stanton it costs $7.16 per kilowatt hour which is significantly less. In the house here on the farm we only used 202 hours which was much lower than we had feared with using the space heaters to keep warm. Of course having lots of warm days helped that quite a bit. Now the well, which is on a separate meter, only used 125 hours of electricity. That also was much less than we had expected. The old bills my grandmother had were significantly higher, probably due to having an undersized pump pushing sandy water through pipes that were too small. Needless to say we were bracing for a big electric bill we wouldn’t be able to pay and it was only $49.50. Big help.

Now I am going to do something I’ve been debating internally for a few days now. That is to be honest about our money situation. Part of the reason I didn’t was to not give Cherie’s family something to worry about. The other was my pride and the desire to put on a front that we are doing great. Actually we are, at least as far as our attitude and optimism. Yeah things are tough but so are we. Both of us have experienced tough times. When Cherie lived in Phoenix before we got back together she went through a period where she would eat rice for breakfast with some sugar and butter on it and rice for many of her other meals so she could put gas in her tank to get to work. After she filed her bankruptcy she lost the car and had to take a bus to work.

Now I’ve been to hell and back so there is little that daunts me. Now back to the inner debate I had. Part of the decisions I made when I re-evaluated life after waking from a coma and discovering I had been declared dead at the scene of my accident is to be completely open and honest. This has actually cause some problems as many I’ve met don’t understand and misinterpret such honesty. They are so used to people having ulterior motives that they presume I am not being straight with them. That and the problems I had comprehending and relaying my thoughts due to the brain injury was the basis of the gossip going around the leadership at the Cedar Creek church. This resulted in them writing a letter asking us to go somewhere else. You can go back to around March 2005 in this journal to read about this sad time that caused so much pain and disillusionment for us.

OK, enough said. Here is how things are and have been. I’m going into detail because of my expectations of judgmental attitudes. I fear that some will think we blew all the money and are bums. I know that Billie Pinkerton, who did Minnie Lee’s taxes, asked “What about all that money you got?”.

When Lee died and we first heard about the size of the estate we had the impression that after all was said and done we would have about thirty five thousand dollars to use for fixing up the house and getting the farm started. One offer for the land changed all of that. It doubled or tripled the assessed value of the land and with my brother’s greed and haste to cash out, things ended up on a drastically different note.

Larry tried to push me into just signing off on buying his half of the land out of my cash portion of the estate without me even knowing how much that was or how much he would get. I tried to get some figures from Jim McGilvray, the lawyer handling the estate, and Virginia who is the executor of the estate with no luck at all. Everyone seemed to be shuffling around these things, leaving us in the dark about what was where. Hell I had a hard time getting a copy of the will, having to request it several times. Didn’t get it till after it was filed and it came from the courthouse, not the attorney and executor though they did send it a few days later. Larry started getting real nasty about me just not agreeing to whatever he said. Our phone conversations were shouting matches. Much of this is recorded in this journal. I sent him E mails because he wouldn’t communicate with me at all so he finally called. This is when I was in the middle of moving Sharon out of the apartment complex she had been beaten up in. “You want to F—in talk, F—in talk now” were the first words out of his mouth. I hung up on him after telling him to call when he wasn’t drunk or could talk civilly. Finally we got a lawyer. This cost us over $2000 but was what we needed and in hindsight was a good idea. Till then I felt like I was being treated as a second citizen with others assuming that my brain damage made me stupid. I wouldn’t make decision till I understood what I was doing and they made little effort to help me understand. Our lawyer, Patrick Duffy, helped clear things up greatly so we both could comprehend what was going on. It was simple enough and would have been much better if others would have just taken the time to talk.

I gotta take a break for the moment. Cherie just finished heating up some water so I can wash my hair. That’s never fun when it’s cold. I only wash it now maybe twice a week to conserve water. We go through about ten gallons of bottled water every three or four days. In case I didn’t mention it we did get rid of the E coli in our well so it is safe to use but the water is so hard soap won’t lather up and it actually stains cloth. That’s why we use the bottled stuff for cooking, washing, and anything else having to do with our bodies. For washing our hair we just lean over the tub and pour water on our heads from a pitcher.

What we ended up with was somewhere close to twenty thousand. Cherie’s got the exact figures but this is pretty close. So where did it go? I bought a pickup truck because we would need it to pull the trailer down to Texas. That was $4,000 but the book value was listed at close to $8,000. I always good at getting deals on that kind of stuff. I paid $600 for the 1969 livestock trailer but had to put another $2,000 to get it fixed up. That was a total rebuild where I took it down to the frame, had Nate weld new steel to reinforce where the rust had eaten it up. I had to put in a whole new floor, new electric brakes, and sides to make it weather proof and protect our furniture, and all kinds of other stuff like new sheetmetal for the roof and sides. Knowing I will be rebuilding much of the house I started stocking up on the tools I would need. Many of them were necessary to fix the trailer. Understand that just four years prior to this I was homeless and carried everything I owned in a garbage bag so I didn’t even have a screwdriver. Cherie thinks I spent maybe three grand on tools though I don’t think it was that much.

Thinking we would be able to completely reequip the house we joined Direct Buy, a buyers club that offers just about everything you need for a home at what retailers pay. That means that a washer that cost a grand would only cost us five hundred dollars. That membership costs four thousand dollars which we make payments on after a hefty down payment. It would have been a wise decision had things gone the way we expected. Now we can’t afford a new set of cookware. Maybe we’ll be able to make use of this later, I hope so. Seemed like a good idea at the time but once the contract is signed that’s it. Hey, I didn’t say we didn’t make mistakes.

I did buy Cherie a new laptop computer. That ran $1200. We already had printers and I had gotten my laptop, office furniture, printers and stuff when I got the first check from my veterans disability pension. That had been a large one as it covered the year I waited for approval so those items so my stuff didn’t come out of this inheritance. There were other incidental things we bought though I can’t remember them at the moment. I know we paid off Cherie’s car so all our vehicles are paid for with no payments owed. We took Cherie’s family out for a nice going away dinner. That cost a couple hundred bucks which we don’t regret at all.

We also helped out some of the people we had been ministering too. Some were in dire financial straits and others such as Wayne needed some basic things such as clothes and furniture. I paid to have three computers that had been donated cleaned and fixed up and gave them to Wayne, Sharon, and Denise. That only cost a couple hundred bucks.

With that explained I’ll get to coming to Texas. We came here in July to clean and assess the farm house. What a mess. That is well covered in the blog if you care to go look just click on July at the archive menu. That trip cost us well over $3,000 between hotels, gas, dumpsters, and hiring some help for the physical work I was unable to do.

Next is our final move here. The drive down cost $1200. That includes the outrageous price of gas, hotels, and the cost of repairing both vehicles when they broke down on the road. Getting here we had to spend several days in a hotel till we could get electricity turned on. That of course required a deposit though it wasn’t too much. The well had been struck by lightning so there was no water. After talking with a few people in town we went to a well guy who had been highly recommended. He was flabbergasted when he saw the well saying he’d not seen anything like it before. Pulling up the pump he found it to be fried in addition to being an old used one despite the invoice we found for a new one that was supposed to be installed in 2004. There was no casing on the well which made it illegal for residential use. When all was said and done it cost about $3,000 to get it fixed.

Other expenses included another deposit on phone service, getting dumpster service (Which we are canceling at the end of December) and $175 for one hundred gallons of propane which leaked out in two weeks. We had to purchase things like a nice toaster oven, electric burner for heating water and cooking, ironing board, and other things for daily living. Oh yeah, space heaters so we didn’t freeze. We had to get cell phones and a special PC card for our laptops. This enables us to go online, which we view as a necessary thing. This cost a couple hundred bucks and will be a major monthly expense.

We spent a few hundred dollars on flooring tile and carpet as well as other things to make parts of this house livable. Of course there are things like food, gas, and laundry at the laundrymat. All said and done we currently have eleven dollars in the savings account we have in Toledo and nine dollars in our Stanton bank account. That will have to last us till I get my monthly check January first. All the inheritance money is long gone now for those of you who were asking or wondering about it. I hope this explains things for you.

Now back to yesterday and this morning. I made this towel rack yesterday for our bathroom out of some of the old lumber that I scavenged from around here. By the way, just to assure our family back in Toledo, Cherie and I are doing fine and not worried about things. We now have a good handle on what our monthly budget will be. There are a few bills from Toledo that we must pay but overall things are covered. Next month won’t be nearly as tight. Fixing the house will be a slow ongoing process as funds become available. The kitchen and office are done and the bedroom will be fine. Cherie has done a good job stocking up on food, finding great deals as she can so ably do. Milk, bread, and eggs are the main consumables we will need to get till my check comes so that’s covered with what we have left. The gift of food from Steve at the church was a powerful boost for us. Our life is an ongoing miracle and every need has been met as it comes. We are blessed so don’t worry guys. For you Christians out there, which includes you, mom and dad, I’ll quote out of the gospel of Luke, chapter 12. In verse 22 Jesus says “Do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about your body, what you will put on. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing. Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds?”. I may have my doubts that I struggle with but this speaks well and I hope it brings some peace of mind to our family in Toledo.

2:29 – We just got back from picking up our mail and getting an application for a custodian at the church. That might work out well as it is only about 25 hours a week and may be flexible as far as the hours worked. There was a woman who had the job before so it’s something Cherie could handle. I can help her out when I am up to it. Right now I have a killer headache on the way up. Took aspirin as the other stuff doesn’t help at all. Am running allot slower than this morning. Down to a six on the Bob scale. Tired to so I am laying down as I write this.

I want to make a note about my conversation with Virginia. I asked her when the estate will be settled after saying that it has been a year since Lee died. She said that Billie Pinkerton had to do the taxes. That has me puzzled. Billie Pinkerton has done Lee’s income taxes for years and I didn’t think you paid those when you were dead. When I told this to Virginia she said you did and she must wait for Billie to get them done. I’ll have to ask Billie about that. Still confused about it.

I think I need to take a nap now. Maybe it’ll help the headache.

No it didn’t. The headache is still there though I think the aspirin I took helped. It’s still strange to me that I need to take a nap halfway through the day but I find it’s not unusual with TBI’s. The doctors told me I should do it and the research I did on the internet also talked about it. They said it was more mental fatigue than physical. Whatever, I know it is a big help and refreshes me. Makes me feel like I’m eighty or something.

Cherie fixed a fantastic dinner with the pork steaks she had found such a deal on a couple of weeks ago. That and some kind of little red potato called a creamer potato. Never heard of it but with the homemade sauce Cherie made they were great.

Good night all. Be blessed

Missed Saturday but here's today

12/16/06 Saturday

12/17/06 Sunday
Right now I don’t have a clue what happened yesterday. Can’t bring up anything. Maybe it’ll come to me later. I know we didn't get any painting done. We had a rough morning today. Cherie either had bad muscle cramps in her back or pulled a muscle. We were getting ready for church when I heard her crying out. When I went into the bedroom she was unable to get her pantyhose on because of it. She felt bad about not being able to go to church and I had to stop her from saying “I’m sorry” and told her it would be alright. I went but wasn’t really into it as I was worrying. They had a cantata? I guess that’s what you call it when they sing and have some skits.

I came home immediately after to see how she was doing. Still not too good. We went for a walk and counted out steps to get an idea how much the five acres we’re pulling out of the CRP program is. It’s a bunch of land to us. Right now things are a bit rough. Cherie is depressed and I don’t seem to be helping much.

One thing I do remember because I found the picture is uncovering the stone walkway my grandfather Rudy had put in way back when. There were only two stones visible right at the front steps so I began digging it out. That took a while as the sand had drifted over it fairly deep.

Our budget is tight. With only my monthly VA check the end of the month is tough. Sucks at Christmas time. Fortunately Steve from the church brought some food by. It’s not like we wouldn’t have had food on the table, it just helps. We’re not going anywhere we don’t need to in order to save on gas. It makes Christmas hard but both Cherie and I are really kinda soured on Christmas. There has been little joy in it for me, especially going back to my childhood when Christmas is supposed to be magic. There are few fond memories but plenty of bad ones. No sense in going through those now. Christmas is for the kids and for those who have. For the ones who must scratch to live it is a time when their lack is made more poignant, more in their face so to speak. They see so much excess around them that it points out their need. This is the time of year that suicides and heart attacks are at all time highs. Merry Christmas.

It is now a year since my grandmother died and the estate is still not settled. I need to call Virginia about it. Even our lawyer didn’t think something was right, said it should have been done by now. Makes me wonder what’s going on. Of course I tend to imagine the worst about things so that doesn’t help.

It’s 9:30 tonight. Cherie has been restlessly asleep for a few hours now. I laid next to her watching TV that wasn’t that interesting on a channel that faded in and out so finally turned it off and came to write in this journal. I had another petite of partial seizure this afternoon. I mentioned to Cherie that they seem to be happening more and more lately. When we first got here they almost seemed to stop but have been on the rise in frequency and severity the last few weeks. Perhaps it’s the rise in my stress level but I don’t know. I need to get hooked up with the neurology department at the VA hospital. They should have my records by now. I also want to check and see if Cherie qualifies for medical help as my wife. I doubt it but it would be nice. Right now she has no medical coverage at all and that will be important to get. If nothing else to get her registered for Medicaid to cover any emergencies.

Cherie just got up. She tells me I had a bad partial seizure yesterday. No wonder I don’t remember much of it. She’s getting a bowl of cereal now and then I think we will work on making a collage to print up and send with the Christmas cards. Here’s a picture I took for it that shows the farm from the highway this morning. Of course it was foggy and wet so I tracked mud into our new carpet. OOPS. I cleaned it up.

Hate it when I lose a day

12/15/06 Friday
Was doing great this morning. Woke up sharp and energetic. I got the door closer installed on the office door and we began clearing half of the back room in preparation for painting. Cherie washed down the walls.

It’s 1:22 and it’s get dizzy and have a headache time. Hate when that happens of course. I’ll find something to do that doesn’t require any thinking cause I am slowing down fairly quickly. I know these partial seizures will make me tired but don’t want to lay down. It’s a beautiful sunny day with the temperature going to the seventies so I don’t want to waste it.

I went out back to check where the pack rats had been but disturbed a flock of about twenty quail. Love to watch them scurry around. I went into the house and got the camera but they took off before I could get close. Still caught them on the fly. Better stop now cause it is getting hard to write.

3:45 – This is a rough one. Went back and forth, thought I was getting better when Wham! It hit. Headache at migraine level despite all the meds. Having a hard time standing up because of the loss of balance. Can’t even do simple tasks. Am forcing myself to write this so there is a record. Now I must go lay down. Ears are ringing loudly. Nuff said.

I hate it when I lose half a day. All I got done was getting the door closer on, watering and covering the compost pile, and taking out the garbage. Cherie and I did have a chance to sit outside and dream about what we’d like to do. Skittles jumped from lap to lap soaking up all the pets he could get. It was a relaxing nice time but then the slow down came. It knocked me out of the day till after 6:00 and by then it was dark and I was pretty tired. Of course now, at 10:30, I’m wide awake. Go figure. The migraine is gone also though there is some residual pain left. I will go lie down and try to sleep as Cherie is in bed now and sleeps better when I’m there. Hope tomorrow is better. We plan on painting half of the back room.

This is a long post folks, Sorry for being slow

12/12/06 Tuesday
I wonder how this day will go. Woke up at five this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep so am up. Fixing a big pot of coffee. Been drinking a lot of coffee lately but need to slow down because it ain’t cheap and we ain’t rich. Yesterday was a fairly good day with only one slowdown which wasn’t bad and was when I laid down for an hour or so. Might of just been a fatigue thing, I don’t know.

Calling up folks in Toledo to give them our new numbers and get addresses so we can mail cards and letters out revived many memories. They were on my mind this morning and influenced my dreams last night. It feels kind of strange here in Stanton to not have someone who needs my help but my hands are full as it is. In Toledo there wasn’t a world of stuff that needed to get done, I was mainly a house husband while Cherie worked so had plenty of time to devote to others. Here things are much different. Helping others gave much value to my life.
Right now I’m getting a bit confused as I write so I’ll go see if the coffee is ready.

It is now 8:20 tonight. Let me try to reconstruct this day. I know I got the screen door for the kitchen installed. I was looking at how to put a door closer (The thing that makes the door close without slamming. Not sure what it’s supposed to be called) on the office screen door. This is a wood door that has been cut down to fit the five foot ten inch tall doorway so making this closer fit will take some southern engineering. No problem, it’ll fit in with the rest of the house.

As I looked at the door and contemplated how to get this done a car pulled into the drive. I didn’t recognize the car but was pretty sure who it was. Sure enough it’s the pastor from the First Baptist church we’ve been going to. Steve, the Sunday school teacher, or the pastor, I’m not sure now, mentioned that someone would drop by with a gift or something. Cherie had gone to Midland to do her laundry and I know she wanted to be here but that’s OK. I couldn’t remember the pastors name so with an apologetic explanation asked. It’s Dave. I repeated it in my mind over and over as I do to remember things and connected it with a mental picture of David from the Bible. That’s a technique taught me at the Brain Injury Institute in St Louis and it has served me well.

Dave seemed a little uncertain to me, kind of like he was not sure how I would respond to his dropping by. Now I know it’s not always good to try and read a person like that but it’s my journal and I just write what goes through my mind, right or wrong. David went to the passenger side of his car and got out two plastic storage things, you know, like Tupperware. One was filled with a powder and as he handed it to me he said it was a hot chocolate or coco mix his wife makes. He said he didn’t know if I liked that kind of thing but that it was real popular and she makes it for all kinds of things. Dave reached back into his car and said he didn’t know what our water situation was so he brought two bottles of water.

I invited him to come into the house. I was anxious to show him around and probably seemed like a child showing his things to someone he met at school. I wanted to impress him, I wanted him to like who I was, I wanted to be accepted. I showed Dave our kitchen such as it is, telling him that we had given away the stove and other things to Chuck, who had helped us so much moving things last July. This was to explain the lack of a stove and cabinets but I told him we got a whale of a deal at the Habitat for Humanity’s Restore on a microwave oven combo with a counter top stove. “I’ll have to build a cabinet to hold it and run some 220 volt wiring for it” I explained.

Then we went into the hall and I pointed out the bedroom which was clearly visible as there’s no door and said “That’s our bedroom” (as if he couldn’t tell) “But I won’t tell Cherie I showed it to you”. I did. Quickly moving on I took Dave into the back room all the while giving him a non stop commentary on everything I pointed out to him. Pointing at the carpet I explained what a good deal we got on it because some had ordered it but never picked it up. “It’s amazing Dave how close a fit it was, almost like it was ordered for this room. That’s the way things seem to work out for us. Boggles my mind” I explained. I showed him my woodcarving tools, telling him stories about my life nonstop.

We made our way into the office area and there it got worse regarding my running on. I showed him the “Hand of God” carving I made as I was recovering (If you want to call it that) in St. Louis. Wow! He said and I was pleased to see he was impressed. As I rattled on nonstop the poor guy finally reached for a chair to sit down. Then I realized that I was not being a good host but was just talking about myself. Slowed me down a little. We sat and talked with Dave actually being able to say something other than responding to whatever I said.

That was good. I had told him just about my entire life story by then so he shared with me how a traumatic event that threatened to ruin his life through paralysis. It was a turning point for him and was the main motivator for him to go into the ministry.

At some point in all this Dave said something like “I don’t want to step over my bounds” or “I hope you aren’t offended” and after hearing a reassurance from me offered to help us with getting a hot water heater. This type of statement or fear that I would be upset at some kind of charity had been repeated several times during our visit. I wondered about that and still do. It was almost like he was afraid I would be terribly offended or jump down his throat at his offer to help. Later on I mentioned this to Cherie and said “Maybe it’s a cultural thing down here”. “What do you mean?” she asked. “you know the Texas attitude. You’ve seen it in me. The old “I don’t need anybody’s help, I can do it myself” thing”. That she understood.

I explained to Dave that being homeless and helpless had taught me to swallow my pride and finally to ask for help. I also mentioned that I help many others and when they give me a hard time about it (Mostly Wayne) I would tell them that by not allowing me to help them they were robbing me of a blessing. This helped Dave relax a bit.

Fact is we are grateful for the help. I didn’t tell Dave about our experiences with asking for help from other churches cause that wouldn’t have helped. I suspect he will read this but that’s fine as this blog has turned into such a powerful way of communicating. One church was the Assembly of God we had gone to visit after reading in the Toledo newspaper about the pastor dressing like a homeless person and standing out in the middle of the street as the congregation came to church to make a point about helping the unfortunate. I thought “This guy can understand us” and suggested we go visit. I asked to see the pastor after that. He set a time for a few days later. When I went in I had prepared a paper telling of the issues that come with brain injury and gave it to him. He briefly read it and, handing it back to me said “If you want food we give to the kitchen for the poor. We don’t do anything here so they can help you”. I hadn’t asked for anything. By this time I was with Cherie and had no need for food. He had presumed I was a “bum” and basically showed me the door. I was shocked. I remember coming over to this church with Ron Charles, the pastor I helped found New Life Assembly of God with, and looking at the geothermal unit they were putting into this building when it was being built in the early 80’s. This rejection really caught me by surprise.

In fact I had called New Life several times but they never returned a call. This is the church I helped found and build. Then there was the Cedar Creek fiasco. Type in their name on the search engine at the top of this blog to read about that. That rejection hurt both Cherie and I so deeply that we are afraid to open up at all. In fact it soured us so much we pretty much stopped going to church though we did attend one a little.

I wanted to get this done but am so tired I won’t be able to so I’ll finish it tomorrow. There is so much good about Pastor Dave’s visit that I want to put down that I will finish this when I am a bit sharper.

(Other points I want to cover. The electric bill and the pecan show)
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12/14/06 Thursday
Oh well, I didn’t get back to it like I wanted. Nothing unusual there just the normal frustrating lack of follow through. I guess to sum up Dave’s visit I’ll say this. It was refreshing to not be treated like a freeloader looking for a handout. Quite a turnaround from what we experienced in Toledo.

Yesterday Steve, the Sunday school teacher, stopped by with about six or seven bags of food he and his wife picked up for us at Walmart. He had called first to make sure we were there. I told Cherie he would be here in a few minutes and watched her go into panic mode as she rushed to get presentable. When we came in with the food I could see how much it touched her, she almost cried. This is such a turnaround for us. We didn’t ask for a thing but look what they did. Go figure, Christians acting like Christians are supposed to. We’re not used to that. Perhaps it’s because in cities like Toledo there are so many asking the churches for so much but I don’t see that as a justification. I remember Donna at Cedar Creek (A large multi million three thousand plus member church located in one of the richest suburbs of Toledo) complaining that the police directed some in need to them.

Anyway Steve couldn’t stay and visit but he did invite me to the Wednesday night program they have at church. Cherie wanted to go but her nosebleeds were really going strong. She apologized about a dozen times as she often does and I reassured her it was ok as many times.

Wednesday morning I went to the pecan show that was at the community center. I came in and Sonia, the extension agent clerk or something, greeted me and showed me where to set. She got me coffee and treated me like a honored guest. I guess I’m not used to that either. I sat down and they brought me a plate of pecans that were cracked already and I set to shelling them. There was a crowd at the other row of tables but only one guy named Raymond at mine. He was from somewhere south of here but I don’t remember where. We only talked a little as he was busy shelling, answering his phone, and visiting with others who were friends. They talked about hunting, football, going to Mexico, and everything but pecans.

I let him know I was new to the area and new to farming so was mostly there to learn. He had a little advice to give but mostly pointed to the guy with a computer who was weighing pecans and said “That’s the guy to talk to about pecans. He’s the man”. That was probably good advice but the guy, who’s name I think is John, was pretty tied up with this show.

After all the pecans were shelled I wandered over and looked at the hundred or so plates of pecans. Each was labeled where it was from and what kind of pecans they were. There was a big plate with unshelled nuts and a smaller plate with the shelled ones on top. It was an education to see all the different types and different conditions they were in. Most of the pecans were named after different Indian tribes like Choctaw, Kiowa, and others I don’t remember.

There was a big fella who was fairly active that I overheard telling another that he had something like three thousand acres or pecan trees. Catching him not in the middle of a conversation I introduced myself and explained I was interested in getting into the pecan business. He sat down and we talked a bit about this. He gave me lots of information, some of which I remember. Should have taken notes but that would have been awkward. We talked about water, pruning, Zinc (Pecans need allot of it), and then he said that Texas A & M university had a class they put on in San Angelo specifically about pecans. The next one starts in January. He said they were not expensive, something like $150 bucks.

That’s out of reach for us now but I need to get with the VA and see what they offer in the way of support for this. I know I used up my GI bill on college in the 70’s but there are many programs designed to help Veterans go into business. When things settle down here a bit I need to get on the stick and research this. In fact I will call the VA hospital to see if I can set an appointment with someone who knows this stuff. Maybe there is a VA rep in Midland I can see. Don’t know but it’s right before Christmas so I reckon (Hey! There’s a Texas type word. See, it’s rubbing off) I’d be better off waiting till next year.



I’ve been working outside most of the morning. Cleaned up the pack rat nest stuff from the back yard and burned it in the burn barrel. Then I went to look at the Yucca plants that are out in the small patch of mesquite trees out back. Come to find out pack rats (I found out that’s the type of rats we have here) had dug out quite a nest so I took the hoe to it and scared up one rat.





The yucca’s have seeds on them so I’m going to get some and see if I can get them started. That would be the first plant planted by us if they come up.

I got worn out by 11:30 so came in to rest. Bumped my head on the clothes line hard enough to make it bleed. That’s a problem with wearing a hat, at least for me. I don’t see something coming just above eye level so run into it. That hurt so I got the hack saw and cut the protruding bolt I ran into off. Cherie babied me and told me I got to quit doing that. “That’s the side you’ve got dead spots on. Don’t do that anymore” she said as she stroked my head. Can’t argue with that.

Well I wandered off like I do and didn’t talk about the Wednesday night church service or program. Not sure how to label it cause there’s lots going on. They start with a meal. It only costs a dollar but I only have one and didn’t want to spend it. I finally went up and got a small plate after everyone else had gone through the line because, well I didn’t want to look bad after so many encouraged me to go get some food. Besides that the desserts looked good and that’s my weak spot.

The table I sat at had a Sunday school teacher that teaches the forty to fifty year old group, Darryl Bradshaw (my cousin), and also Rita. Rita is Billy Pinkerton’s daughter. I had met her back in 1978 when I went to this church after getting out of prison. I remember meeting her one time but I wasn’t sure if this was her. You know, the facial recognition problem that comes with the brain injury. I apologetically asked if she was Billy’s daughter and then asked what her name is cause I couldn’t recall that either.

The Sunday school teacher wore a cowboy hat and has that rugged type of look and personality. We got into a conversation that was started by Rita’s asking when I became a Christian. When I told how I got religion in prison he said he worked with some who had also done time and were overcoming the demons of drugs and things. Daryl came to the table about then and sat down but didn’t have much to say. I tried a little to engage him in conversation but he wasn’t so inclined. It may take him a while to be comfortable with me or that just may be his personality. I really don’t know. I tend to assume folks don’t like me or suspect me of something when I really am clueless. Part of the low self esteem or paranoia that was there when I woke from the coma. Actually I was pretty paranoid just before the accident because of the massive amounts of cocaine I had been doing but don’t think that stays with you when you’re clean.

After the meal the kids went off to choir practice, the Sunday school teachers went to something they do together, and they had a church business meeting in the hall we ate in. I stayed for that. It was interesting for me and a bit refreshing. They put out a complete financial statement listing every business and money transaction and the various bank account balances. The churches we know in Toledo are much less open about their money. Cornerstone, where pastor Pitts (I call him pants after he was caught flashing cars with his pants down) is, just puts out a pie chart once a year. There is no doubt in my mind that he has lined not just his pockets but those of his family with the wealth of his church.

This is such a change for us here. A good one. I’m getting tired now. Cherie has dinner going so I think I’ll get this posted on the blog before I forget.

It was a windy day

12/11/06 Monday
This morning I’m calling everyone we know from Toledo or at least the ones we want to keep in contact with. I got through to Sharon first as Wayne’s number was busy. It was a reminder of the destruction that city life can bring. They just learned that her son, who is thirty years old, is a crack addict. This had been hidden by his poor wife for quite some time, perhaps years. This is not unusual. People often do so out of a misguided love that wants to “protect” the other and because of the embarrassment and shame that comes with these things. So many of us put on a good face for the rest of the world and especially family to see. It’s a shame they don’t see how that can make things worse. He’s been going on binges, what we called fiending in that world, for up to four days. This is when a crackhead goes off and just disappears, going from one crack house to another. The last time he spent $2600.00. As usual he gets money from wherever he can, making up whopper stories to borrow from family and friends. With the mental instability caused by such drug use he becomes a Jekyll and Hyde with the emphasis on the evil nasty part. He told his wife she was ugly and that he had gotten another girl pregnant. When Sharon let their parents know he went off and called her every vile name in the book. This is part of the world we are leaving but it is the area I ministered well in because of my experience.

This has been tough on Sharon of course. She has her own problems so this is too much. For those of you who are new to following our story I’ll fill you in on who Sharon is. Sharon lived upstairs from the place I had gotten Wayne in to get him out of the homeless shelter. I suppose I’ll be telling you about him and others I’m going to write about so you’ll have a clearer picture. This place is a section eight apartment complex that has all the problems that come with subsidized housing. Sharon has a traumatic brain injury from being beat with a pipe by her ex husband. With that and the years of abuse she is heavily medicated to allow her to function with the anxiety and fear she must always fight. After she was beat up and hospitalized by another crack head she was able to move to a safer environment. The guy is in prison now but would call and threaten her and her parents from jail. He has been up for parole a few times and each time Sharon goes to testify to the parole board in order to prevent his being released. Her fear of him is debilitating and she hides, screening every call. So having her son going off just amplifies her psychosis.

Next I was able to get through to Sonny. Sonny is one of those who responded to the Toledo’s John Doe story about me. We had been friends and shot pool on the league our favorite bar sponsored. He let me live in his house, allowing me to sleep on the couch, thus getting me out of the homeless shelter and off the streets. This was the path that would allow me to get my mind back into balance and become functional. Sonny was on dialysis for years because of the kidney failure his years of drinking contributed to. One of the first things he told me was “I got my transplant”. Cool. His brother had been tested and found compatible to donate a kidney so this was a culmination of years of waiting. Sonny said he is gaining weight fast and never felt better. He is going out on his Harley despite his doctors objections but that’s Sonny. I would too. Love my bikes but can’t afford one and Cherie is not too keen about me having a motorcycle so probably won’t get one. We talked for a while but I finally had to let him go.

The next call was to Wayne. Most of you are real familiar with him but his story bears repeating. I briefly shared it with Sunday school yesterday as they talked about Hope.

It’s 1:40 at the moment. I was feeling weak and light headed so I took a break to fix some of the peanut butter and honey on toast that I like so much. Then I went outside to try out the bow saw I bought a week or so ago at Home Depot. Tried to saw the tree in the back yard that had fallen over years ago but the saw won’t cut straight. I tried a smaller branch and that proved to be a much bigger chore than I had imagined. Anyway I think I will need to lay down for a bit as I so often must around this time of day. That should rejuvenate me.


It’s 8:00 now. I laid down for an hour and a half and it did help. When I got up I tore the fence down that was attached to the garage in the back yard. Much of it was fairly rotted out but I saved the fence slats that had some good wood on them.


I’ll go through them removing nails and cutting off the rotted parts later. With them and the good sections of the two by fours that held them I figure on building some shelves to stack wood and stuff on in the garage. Still thinking woodworking shop and will slowly build with that in mind. Whether it happens or not only time will tell.

Now back to Wayne. I met him at the homeless shelter. Unlike most of the residents there he was not an alcoholic, seriously mentally ill, or drug addict so we stuck together. Wayne has MS and because of it’s steady deterioration he was unable to work, thus becoming homeless and losing everything like I had. He was not just severely depressed but the MS had advanced to the point it was effecting his reasoning ability. It is deeply imbedded in my nature to help those who are weak and in need so despite my condition I took him under my wing so to speak. I started taking him to the library downtown (It’s only four blocks away) to get him away from the potentially dangerous residents and other miscreants who hung around when we were all kicked out of the shelter every day. MS makes one extremely sensitive to heat and the library is air conditioned so it was a good place for him Besides that he needed to get some exercise despite his pain and having to use a walker. This picture is him at the library.


Wayne is a veteran like me. I had already gone through what were for me the hard tasks of getting signed up for public assistance and starting the process of getting approved for Social Security disability so began getting him in the system. Because of the deterioration of the brain caused by MS Wayne has allot of the same symptoms I have from my brain injury such as short term memory loss. I started teaching him the things I was taught at the Brain Injury Institute in St Louis to compensate for it.

It is always a fight to get the government, whether state or federal, to do their job so I added Wayne to my agenda. First was to get the VA to enroll him in the homeless program and to recognize he had an illness so he could get medical attention. I had already been in touch with Congresswoman Marcy Kaptur, who had flagged me for congressional interest regarding my disability so I took Wayne to meet her. She learned of some of the problems we were both getting from the VA and got on it. Next thing I the individual (Dewey Tally) who was responsible was fired and we both started getting the help that was available.

After getting off the street because of the John Doe story on TV I worked to get Wayne approved for section 8 housing. There was a long list but it finally happened. Because it was an extremely unsafe environment, with drug trafficking going on like a fast food drive through, gunfire, and prostitution I then went to work to get Wayne moved to a safer environment, especially after Sharon got beat up. That too was a fight but letter writing is a powerful way to get things done so it finally got done. Cherie’s family helped move Wayne and had already provided him with some furniture and things like that.

It took three years but I finally got Wayne approved for his Social Security disability. Had to get him a lawyer but it was done shortly before we left for Texas. Now Wayne is waiting for his first check. The state is holding it up to get paid back the $115.00 a month I had got for him through Family Services (Ohio’s welfare program) Even that had been a fight. I had gone in with Wayne and had me put on his records that I was his advocate so could represent him. His case worker thought I was a lawyer or something and got off her ass. Next thing we knew she pulled out the forms for a program she remembered they had and he got food stamps, Medicaid, and the $115.00 plus his utilities paid. I may have brain damage but that doesn’t make me stupid. Besides it’s fun, at least for me, to make people do their job. Comes with a feeling of satisfaction. Besides I kinda like starting trouble or shaking things up like that, at least when it’s for a good cause.


So that’s Wayne. He is doing much better. You can read more about his story by typing his name in the search engine at the top of this blog. It is a great relief to know he is in good hands now with the Zeph Center and MS Society I hooked him up with. Here he is at an MS Society party.

That’s pretty much all the calls I got out today. No, I did get a hold of Eileen, my former secretary, but she was just pulling into the doctors office so we didn’t get to talk long. That’s a story I’ll save for tomorrow after I call her back. I called Allen, an old friend who had blown himself up in a fireworks accident. He is going through some serious issues stemming from chronic pain that I wasn’t able to resolve but I still do what I can as far as emotional support.

Cherie has been doing some sewing, making curtains. I snapped this picture of her. She’s not always thrilled at my penchant for taking her picture so I deleted the ones that had a somewhat different expression on her face. Then I made her laugh as I so love to do so here you go. Beautiful ain’t she.

Though there is much in Toledo that we are glad to be away from there are many we left our hearts with and will always care for. That’s pretty much it for today folks. See ya next time.

Who are we???

12/10/06 Sunday
Just got back from church. It was interesting, but I find most things interesting. While we sat around talking with others in the Sunday school class someone mentioned about Baptists not allowing dancing while Methodists do. This was to describe the difference between the two churches. I had forgotten this as I have forgotten so much else so it came as a surprise. It is fascinating for be to observe these things. It was brought up that “You don’t hear that much anymore”. I kept my mouth shut as I thought of how churches decide what’s good and what’s not, putting the precepts of men as doctrine. I am getting better at not running my head.

Finally got to talk to the Pinkerton’s. Billie seemed surprised when I told her the house wasn’t all fixed up yet. When I briefly described our problem with the propane she said something about us having “All that money”. I explained that we had to buy Larry’s half of the farm so we were land rich but cash poor. That conversation highlighted how much peoples perceptions of us and our lives differ from the truth of the matter. I suppose I need to work on educating them so they have a clearer understanding of who we are.

With that in mind I wrote down our blog address on one of the donation envelops. I asked Darryl, my cousin who was Lee’s brother, if he did internet and he said he didn’t. Bummer. He is one of the prime people I want to have become familiar with us. All he knows about me is what others have told him and much of that is not good. Considering how colorful my history is I would have to think it will darken his perception of who I am. Being an ex-con and former drug addict does nothing to encourage others to greet you with open arms. Of course bad news always travels faster than good and is remembered long after the good is forgotten.

I had wanted to get the blog address to the Pinkerton’s but they were already gone so I waited for the pastor. I invited him and his wife to come visit anytime they wanted, explaining that we were pretty much strangers and wanted to become known and accepted. I also gave him the blog address saying “This way you can visit without seeing us”. I explained how the blog was a great tool for our family in Toledo to follow what is going on. “It’s got writing a letter beat cause it comes with pictures and is updated daily”. Alright, so I don’t update it every day but I try.

Today I want to finally unload the oven we got from the Habitat for Humanity store from the truck. Not sure how well I’ll handle the weight but I usually do well at figuring out an easier way to do things. If it’s too much I’ll get Cherie to help. It’s turned into a nice sunny day and will get up to the 60’s. Hope I stay sharp all day but never know. Only had one partial seizure yesterday so that’s good. I plan on doing lots of outside work while Cherie plans on lots of inside things. She went through a depression thing this morning saying she thought I might not be happy with her because of her weight, looks, and a whole list of things. I told her she needs to keep her imagination in check cause not one of those things were even remotely true. I think this is part of the emotional rollercoaster that comes with menopause so will support her as I always try to do. Some of it may be the fallout from the heart we found yesterday and the unpleasant memories it brought up.

Tonight the church is having a get together. I was asked by one of the people we’ve met (I can’t remember her name or for that matter the name of our Sunday school teacher who I think is her husband. It can be embarrassing) if we are going. I told her it would be uncomfortable because we really didn’t have food to bring. This is awkward for me cause I don’t want to be perceived as being a bum and for that matter don’t want to be one. That’s one of the reasons we declined to go with the church last week to see the nativity movie that has been just released. Kind of embarrassing to say we’re too poor. Enough of that for now. Time to get out of these church clothes and go get dirty. I think we’ll go to the church thing, mostly to find friends and get to be known.

The church thing was a Christmas program that featured all the age groups in the youth department. I’m sure that we had been told that but I really didn’t remember anything but the finger food deal at the fellowship hall. Man I wish I’d had a video camera for the program. Can’t really describe it well enough to convey how fun the kids were. They started out with the real young ones first who sang a couple of songs. Some of the kids were just having a grand old time, waving to people they knew and probably everyone in the place. Of course some were nervous but still did well.

The next age group was even better because they are old enough to be more aware of what was going on. I always love the clowns who just like to have fun. When they would end a song and we all would applaud a blond girl on the end held up her hands like a music star and took a bow. We laughed and laughed. Love it. Kids always lighten up my heart and put a smile on my face. I couldn’t help but study their faces and wonder what their lives were like and what pressures they would face as they grow older. As I did I remembered a scripture that says “To the pure all things are pure” and understood that for me with the worlds I’ve seen it is hard to just see the good. Still the innocence of youth is like a breath of fresh air after being in a sewer. Just cleanses the soul for that moment.

Then they had the play. It was impressive from the standpoint of the kids ability and talents. Of course there are always a few who stand out, who had the best voices and great poise. What impresses me more is that the ones who were less blessed with ability or even confidence were still a part of it all and had a good time. Even the mistakes were a points of pleasure, not pain. I suppose that’s because I was always the one rejected and left out. That’s why I like to see those ones lifted up and supported. Over all it was a blessing for both me and Cherie. I always love to hear her giggle and laugh and she did plenty of that.

The place was packed. The lady who sat next to me would lean over and comment about how cute or talented someone was as if I was an old friend. Then, as she and others got up to leave, she told Cherie and I to make sure we went to the fellowship hall across the street after the program was over. I guess I’m not used to that kind of acceptance being from a much colder city where most have their guards up.

We went over after the program. Walking in we saw quite a spread laid out. Finger food? This was a meal just taking one of everything without even considering the deserts. Sure everything was small bites but the variety was such that I couldn’t sample half of what was there. And it was all great. Charley and Billie Pinkerton were there serving food. They are open and friendly so I suppose I was being real insecure when I wondered if they were avoiding me weeks ago when we first came to church. Real insecure is a part of our make up after the rejections we had been through from the church in Toledo.

The pastor sat down at our table so he could talk with us. I can’t remember his name right now but will work on getting it to stay in my mind. He evidently read part of the blog cause he said “Did I read that you went to Bible college?”. I suppose I have that in the blog but didn’t remember. Ought to go read it again. I told him and when he asked said it was Christ for the Nations. He said he had heard about it. I said it was a bit extreme compared to First Baptist. Kinda worried about that cause CFNI is a screaming, tongue talking, faith healing, Pentecostal type place that doesn’t fit well with the Baptist theology. I really didn’t want us to get categorized because of that. The fact that I have long since backed away from those excesses didn’t come up. I just want to be liked and accepted, not judged for what I believed thirty years ago.

I suppose I’m being insecure again. The whole night was great. Our Sunday school teacher, who’s name I learned is Steve, also came and talked with us. He asked what I did as far as work so I had to explain why I can’t work a regular job and was mostly trying to get the house fixed up. Basically I work on my farm, just don’t do any farming right now. In the spring we’ll grow a garden but that’ll probably be it until we get the five acres out of CRP in 2008. The house will be full time at my level of ability for a while. Steve asked if we needed anything. “Sure, we need a hot water heater” I quipped. You know me, always making a joke. He said they, by which I think he meant the pastor and him, had talked about bringing some food by. I said we wouldn’t turn it down and explained how I used to never accept help but learned to swallow that pride when homeless. Still not comfortable with it but that’s tough. Am still amazed at how things work out. Blows me away.

I’m tired and just rambling along here. I took some pictures of the mess we pulled out of the bus. Here are some of the jars we got. The dressers I dismantled for the wood. Right now I am scavenging all the wood I can get so I will have material to build things we need with. No waste here.



Time to call it a night folks.

Oh yeah!! I just looked at the pictures on the camera that I took today. Here is the stove top and microwave oven we got for eighty five bucks last week some time. Don’t look too bad for the price do they? I’ll have to build the cabinets to hold them so that’ll probably be a while.

What a day

12/9/06 Saturday
What a day! There are just two main events that I can think of right now. First is we finally tackled the bus. Cherie had asked about it this morning and as I thought about it I remembered that we will be canceling our dumpster service at the end of the month. There is so much crap in this bus we will definitely need the dumpster to haul it away. Therefore I decided we should tackle this today.

Before we did that I went after the two rat nests that were in the back. The first wasn’t a big deal but I knew the second would be different. Man was it ever. It had been built in and around a stack of five old tires. Talk about a rat high rise. As I dragged the tires off one by one I could see that each one was loaded with the leaves and cotton they had drug in to make nests.


Pulling the last tire off I found a network of tunnels and finally found a rat. It took off before I could nail it with the hoe. Bummer. That sucker was every bit of ten inches long, not including the tail. Skittles had been walking by not two minutes before but was no where to be found when this rodent took off. Too bad. I would have loved to see him take the rat down.

Cherie put her coat on and came out to help with the bus. I took the hoe in with me to poke around and pull stuff out. That way if there were any rats or rattlesnakes I’d be at a distance. I took this picture before we really got into it. I knew it would be nasty but this surprised me. The rat poop was three inches deep in some places. This ain’t going to be nice. Cherie stayed outside as I began to shovel the crap (literally) out. After the first wheel barrow I went and got a tarp. This we threw the stuff on and when it got full dragged the tarp to the dumpster. That was filled up by the second load.


As I dug my way I kept my eyes out for treasures. I know that Lee said she had her frying pan collection put in the bus a while back. There were other things of value that had been stored in the bus over the years plus some of my mothers things had been in there also. I really didn’t expect to find much. Everything else had been looted so I was sure the bus had been also. I did find some of the beer cans that always indicate Larry was there. Kind of like his calling cards or something.


There were tons of jars for canning all over the place. Two still had whatever Lee had canned still in them. One of them looks like it was peas. The other is unidentifiable to me, kinda resembles wood chips. There were some unusual jars that are pretty old and a few real large ones, one was just plain huge. As I went through stuff I’d see something of interest and toss it out to Cherie saying “It’s a keeper”. Mostly it was things like antique ladels. There were a few cast iron lids that had one time belonged with things in Lee’s collection of unusual and antique cast iron cooking utensils. Whoever stole it missed these.


I found a heart made of walnut so told Cherie it was a keeper. It had an inscription on the front that was a quote from the Bible. “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” it said with the chapter and verse it was from listed. (Joshua 24 verse 15) I didn’t really look at it closely, presuming it was commercially made. I continued digging out the rat nests and garbage when I heard Cherie exclaim “You made this”. That got my attention. I went to the door of the bus to see Cherie peering at the back of it, trying to make out what was inscribed there.


“I can’t make the date all out but I think you made this when we were splitting up” she said with a tremor in her voice as it brought up those unpleasant memories. “I was so mean to you then” she told me. I could again see the guilt she so deeply felt in her face. “Quit that. You know it’s not your fault. You were following the advice of those who were your “spiritual” leaders. We’ve been through this Cherie. Remember? What’s done is done. We’re living for today now so forget all that” I admonished her.


I looked at it and can’t remember making it but I had inscribed on the back “To Cherie, with love. Your husband. Finished 6/20/83”. It was hard to make it out because of the dirt and wear on it so I cleaned it up after we decided to quit cleaning out the bus. That’s when I could see the date. WOW! What a coincidence? June the twentieth is the date we got married again three years ago in 2003. It was exactly thirty years before that I had made this. I went in and told Cherie. She just cried and held on to me for a while. I looked at her and told her what I’ve said so much since we’ve gotten back together “Cherie, that which was wrong has been made right. Look at us. We’re a miracle”. I told her again how much I love her and said she should be smiling, not sad. I just went into the office to plug this laptop in with it and we both got teary eyed. “I’m so lucky” she said and I told her we both were. Still blows me away how our marriage and lives have been restored. When we shared our story with Paula, the Farm Bureau lady, she told us what so many others have “You need to write a book”. My hope is that things will settle down enough here at the farm so I will be able to.

I know that I started this journal saying there were two main events that I could think of happening today. I don’t know what I had in mind other than cleaning the bus but I think it’s a safe bet to say that finding our heart from the past was the other one. The bus was just plain nasty. Cherie said “This stinks. Rats really smell”. Fortunately one of the results of my brain injury is a drastically reduced sense of smell (along with my taste senses) so I really hadn’t noticed. I do know that I should have worn a dust mask. After we got done I stripped off my clothes and had Cherie heat up some water so I could clean up. I may not have a keen sense of smell but I had a keen sense of being covered with nasty. I sucked water into my nostrils several times to wash the dust out of my nose. Then I gargled with Listerine and washed with the disinfecting soap we have. The clothes I wore were bagged to be washed separately the next time Cherie goes to the laundrymat.


We managed to get about a third of the way through the bus. I’m not looking forward to the rest but I’ve gotta do what I gotta do. We pretty much filled the tarp this last time so, with no room in the dumpster, we folded it over the crap and weighted it down so it won’t blow away. There was a long dresser in the bus that had every drawer packed full with rat nests made of cotton from the fields and clothes from the bus. Also there were several rat skeletons. They pick up garbage on Tuesday so I’ll have to wait till then to work on the bus. In fact I might take Leroy, our well guy, up on his offer to let us use his trailer.

It’s getting late. Hi all you guys in Toledo. Cherie and I send our love. Don’t worry about things. Yeah it’s dirty but it’s all part of building a home and the end will justify the means here. Can’t wait to get it done so y’all can visit. Hey I’m starting to talk like a Texan saying Y’all and stuff. Of course I still will have a “Youse guys” slip out. It’s funny cause when I talk with some folks down here and tell them I was born in Big Spring they say “You don’t sound like your from here”. Oh well.

Here’s a picture of where I burned some of the weeds where the garden used to be. Look how the sand has drifted up. Almost over the fence. I suppose I should get this posted and go cuddle with my lovely wife. Night all.

Still cold but we're camping out in the house well

12/7/06 Thursday
It’s been a cold windy day. I have been doing fairly well but did have a slow down. In fact am still running slow, about a four on the Bob scale. Got the clothes hanger finished and installed. Feels good to finish something I started because that doesn’t happen as much as it should. After I had it up I decided it would be smart to make a knob for the end. It’ll make it safer as running into the end of that pipe would hurt.



I took one of the Hydrocodone for this headache. I don’t know if it will work but am having Cherie make note of it. This is only the second one of these pills I have taken since I got the prescription. I don’t remember if the other one was for a headache or the pains I have from aggravating my back and neck injuries when I did some lifting. That’s why I asked Cherie to keep tabs on it. I am real careful about medications.

I painted around the kitchen and bathroom windows after I put up the curtain rods Cherie had bought. She is starting to work on the curtains. I love to work with wood and she is the same with sewing. I will clear a table so it can be her sewing area.

Wish I was doing better. Writing this is a struggle. Will go watch news and maybe the brain will work better after a rest.

12/8/06 Friday
It’s been cold the last few days, around twenty one degrees this morning. I just came in from working on the compost pile. Not sure what I’m doing but what the hey, I’m doing something. I never used to get to play in the dirt, Now I can but after tracking some in on our new carpet I was "Advised" to take my boots off when I come in. No problem, I'll just pretend I'm in Japan or something. We picked up a soil P.H. tester the other day but I think I’ll let things settle down on the pile before I test it. Right now I am mixing dirt with the grass and tumbleweed clippings. It’s a slow process as I can only do so much before I get tired and sweaty. Been doing it a bit at a time for the last three days including today. The partial seizures seem to be increasing lately. I think it’s mostly because of stress.

I wonder if the physical work where I get to breathing hard and my heart rate goes up contributes to the partial seizures? Was fairly sharp this morning when I went outside but have slowed just a little and have a headache coming on now. Even if it does I’ll keep on getting this exercise because I know that in the long run I’ll be much better for it. Get this body where it runs better and much more efficiently. It’s a shame my brother did nothing the doctors told him too when he picked me up from the hospital. Part of that was to get me in rehab both for my physical condition as well as the brain injury. The other part was to observe me to detect any problems such as seizures. I now know I had many seizures then but because I was alone in the house in cracktown there was no one to see. I would wake up and see the furniture knocked over and have cuts and scrapes on my body. Of course I wouldn’t remember a thing so would just wonder what happened. It wasn’t till Cherie came back into my life that anyone knew I had seizures. The grand mal that put me in the hospital for three days was the capper. Then everyone became aware of this. Helped the doctors at the VA understand I really had a brain injury. I suspect that until then they thought I was faking things.


I took a picture of Cherie with Carman Kitty the other day because they were so cute. Of course I am just a little in love with her so she always is striking to me. I am so grateful to have her in my life because, among other reasons, she takes care of me. Without her I would have a difficult time functioning. Anyway, enough of that. Time to get busy. I’ll probably do inside work because of the cold. Already went outside where I fed and petted Skittles. That cat is growing fast since we started taking care of him. He now lays down at the doorway till we come out despite the below freezing temperatures. Then he follows us around like a little puppy dog. One of these days I’ll step on him or get tripped. It’s 10:30 now so I think I will post this on the blog and rest a little. Cherie is going to get Christmas cards today. We won’t be able to get gifts so we’ll have to stick with cards. I figure we’ll print up some pictures or something to send with them.

Another day, who knows what's around the corner

12/6/06 Wednesday
Ok, let’s try to recount the day. Right now all I can remember is our visit with Paula at the Farm Bureau. She is a sweetheart who truly seems to have our best interest in mind. That is rare, at least where we came from. Usually up in Toledo folks try to sell you as much as they can even if it’s not good for you. We are now members of the Farm Bureau which carries many benefits. I don’t remember many of them except the 20% off on Sherwin Williams products. The reason I remember that is I used their cross linked polyurethanes on the furniture I made and also restored. All these little bits of memory from my past.

Anyway, we talked for quite a bit about this and that. Covered things like churches, religious TV, visiting people unannounced, and my creed. That is “Say what you mean and do what you say”. It is a simple thing that I live by, much to the chagrin of some who don’t like my honesty. For me I prefer people who don’t beat around the bush and say what they think. It is an honesty that gets problems out in the open so they can be dealt with instead of festering like some infected wound. Two faced people I can’t trust and without trust there can be no real relationship.

There are other things that happened this week that come to mind. We saw Darryl at church this Sunday. He came into the Sunday school class and shook hands and said hi to everybody. We were the last he came to. He then left, I presume for class he is in. After Sunday school we hoped to see him as I wished to ask that we spend some time getting to know each other. We saw him coming down the isle but, well I don’t really know but it seemed like he didn’t want to talk with us. When he saw us waiting he turned back and talked with others. I know this could well be my imagination and a bit of paranoia stemming from my lifetime of rejection. When he had to come down the hall because we were still waiting he averted his eyes and tried to slip by us at the other side of the hall. I called his name a couple of times before he acknowledged we were there and came over.

Once he did I was able to convey my desire to get to know my family. I mentioned that there have been some stories going around about me. “I haven’t talked with anyone down here in twenty five years but they seem to think they know who I am. I’ve heard some fascinating stories about me”. I don’t know if this made him pause a bit but he seemed to open up a little. I am really unsure of myself here. Feel like a fish out of water. I want to be liked and not judged by whatever rumors or gossip has been circulated. It only takes a few seeds dropped by someone to grow and shade others opinions. I’ve had a life with many unpleasant events so earned a bad reputation but most of that was back in the seventies. Hard to make up for it when I’ve been gone so long. It will take time for people to see who I really am.

Lets see, what else. I am almost done with the clothing hanger. Took me longer than planned but most things do with me. Ran to Midland to buy a finish to put on it. Should be able to put it up tomorrow. Oh here’s something. We stopped by the Habitat for Humanity’s store to see if they have any hot water heaters. He said they usually are sold the same day they come in. We talked a little and I asked about the oven microwave combo we had looked at last week. It had been marked down to $95.00 from $125. I had told him we were living on my Veterans disability pension. He said we could have the unit for fifty bucks. I looked at Cherie cause she is the money manager in this family. We told him we would have to think about it because it would stretch our money out pretty thin. He said he would hold it for us till we decided.

We went to Home Depot, where I wanted to get a soil test kit to test the PH as Cathy had suggested. Just for reference we went to the appliance section to compare the unit at Habitat for Humanity. A similar unit was priced at $1600.00. Wow! That helped us make up our mind. I can’t install it for a while as I must run 220 volt wiring as well as build the cabinetry we need to hold it but we couldn’t pass it up. It would be nice to have a table saw but I can get by with the circular saw. A router would greatly enhance my ability to make much of what we need. In fact it would do wonders. That’ll have to wait a while.

We went back and bought the oven and also picked out a stove top that is made to be installed in a counter. It’ll be sweet to get that set up.

I am getting tired now so must call it a day and post this. It is good to be able to go online as so many such as Cherie’s family rely on the blog to see how things are going. My sister, Robin, responded to the E mails I sent out telling of our arrival in Texas and said she had been keeping up on us through the blog. It has turned into a powerful means of communicating with others.

Lost six hours

12/5/06 Tuesday
Rough day. I had a slow down that was particularly bad. This petite seizure was a physical one and I had to make sure there was something I could touch to stay upright. This one lasted for over six hours so I lost a chunk out of my day, therefore nothing I planned got done.

I did get the carpet laid out yesterday. It isn’t stretched and tacked down but it is still a great improvement. Even this was a tremendous boost for Cherie and she was practically dancing on it. Carman Kitty loved it as well. It is the only carpet in the house and after living in the apartment where everything was carpeted he just sprawled out.

I hope tomorrow will be better. These slow downs are never convenient and I’ve had more than usual lately. I called Ohio’s BMV to see what the things that showed up on my driving license report were. Come to find out the administrative suspension was because when Ohio sent me a letter stating that they no longer needed to have that I was required to where glasses and I was to go in to have it changed I never did. Hell I figured it was no big deal and really I still do. So my license said I should wear corrective lenses and it didn’t need to sat that. Stupid bureaucrats.

There was something called a compact conviction that showed up. That was the speeding ticket I got in Tennessee when we were returning from Minnie Lee’s ninety eighth birthday. No big deal. Then Ohio listed an accident. Actually that’s all it said “Accident” with no explanation. That was when I got rear ended at a light because I didn’t want take a chance of running a red when it turned yellow. The lady at BMV said it doesn’t matter who’s fault it is, anytime you have an accident it is listed. When I told Paula at the Farm Bureau all this she couldn’t believe it. “Every state has their own little way of doing things but Ohio takes the cake” she said.

Cherie cooked a chicken in the toaster oven we bought that has a rotisserie in it. The chicken was fantastic but we need to buy some of that string used to tie up meat when it’s cooked. I had to get some baling wire to tie the legs because they were flopping around and threatening to tie up the works.

Skittles, our new outside cat, has taken to his new home well. Acts like a little puppy dog, bouncing around underfoot whenever we are out. He has a wound on his rear flank from where some animal attacked him. It is getting infected so I had Cherie get the triple antibiotic ointment I use on the many cuts I get out her. She helped as I applied it to his wound. I was surprised that he didn’t put up a big fight. I guess he knows we are trying to help. He is staying cozy in the little den I fixed up for him under my work bench. The heating pad we put under his blanket helps him stay warm when it’s below freezing, which is pretty much every night now. He wants to come into the house in the worst way but we won’t let him. First of all Carman Kitty won’t allow it and also we wouldn’t let him in till we had him fixed and checked out. When the critter hits puberty he’ll be spraying his advertisements all over the place. Besides that I want him out in the garage to keep the rats away.

It’s late (8:30 is late for me) and the six hour slow down took allot out of me so I’ll call it a night.