Sleeping in a Barn – Almost

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Well, it’s not as big as barn, but it is pretty airy. My in-the-process-of-being-remodeled house, that is. I’ve got holes in the wall, remember. Big holes. And a new basement garage door that isn’t hooked up to the electricity and won’t stay down without a plank holding it there. And a new heat pump that is saving me big bucks on electricity because the duct work is in various stages of completion so it’s not hooked up. My new front door lacks a window glass and my old front door has a three inch crack at the bottom. Like I said, airy. Like a barn.

Up till last night, the Kentucky weather had been cooperating with nice warm days and nights that didn’t get all that cool. Things were fine. I could put up with the occasional gallinipper or big old fly that made it into the house. The dust from sawing out the plaster wall openings was thick enough to write a sonnet in, but at least it covered the dust already there. I did finally find my tea this morning in the boxes of stuff that I had to empty out of the cabinets, so I was good.

Good but chilly. And tonight is supposed to get even cooler. The weathermen are saying a possibility of scattered frost in places. Now frost outside is bad enough this time of the year, but frost on my hair sticking out of the covers is a whole different matter. Guess I’d better pull out the extra blankets.

Actually when I was a kid, I slept in a bedroom that received only a whiff of heat from time to time from the woodstove downstairs. I burrowed down in the featherbed and slept like a log. Woke up quick in the morning too when I had to put my feet out on that cold floor to get ready for school. You notice I didn’t say bare feet. I had enough sense to wear socks to bed! But I guess I’ve gotten spoiled since then. Now my feet hit the nice warm carpet and the house is warm. At least it used to be before we decided to knock holes in our walls.

The new room is going to be great though. I’m enjoying it already and it’s just walls and windows and roof. With lots of fresh air holes.

It was quiet here this weekend. Darrell was off singing up in Ohio somewhere. Nobody here but me and my computer. I’d hoped to really make a run on the new book, but naturally I hit a stubborn spot and the words came slowly. I did get past that spot, but there’ll be more. I’ve got to get a year to pass in a couple of chapters. How about I say, And then it was fall. It snowed in the winter and warmed up in the spring and the Shakers enjoyed every season. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to work. But I’ve got to get something to work and soon.

I can see the end. I just haven’t figured out how I’m going to get there without writing too many words. Sometimes I get too wordy. I’m sure none of you are surprised by that after you’ve read these blog entries. Hope you’ll stick with me.

Oh yeah, and don’t forget to post a comment or send an e-mail if you want to be in my book giveaway contest. I’ll be drawing for a winner in a couple of weeks. I’m giving away an autographed copy of Virginia Smith’s newest Sister to Sister book, Age before Beauty and a copy of my book, Summer of Joy. Then in June I’ll start some giveaways for my new Shaker book, The Believer, due out in August. I had great news about it last week. It’s going to get a spot in Wal-Mart’s New Releases section. Who knows? My Wal-Mart here in town might even carry a copy. I’ve been told they’ve had it at times, but I’ve never seen it there. Maybe I don’t shop at Wal-Mart enough. Truth is, I’d rather shop for books at a bookstore. Corinth Christian Bookstore in Frankfort has been kind to carry my books and let me do book launches in their store. We’re hoping to do something special for the new book, The Believer. If we get it organized, I’ll let you know what and when so that if you live close enough you can come be part of the fun.

Can you believe it? My mouse just quit working on this computer. Somedays are just like this, I guess. I’m hoping it’ll wake up so I can get this posted. How do you wake up a mouse? Maybe you wave cheese under his nose. I’ll bet you can come up with better lines than that, but I don’t think cheese or anything else is going to work with this mouse.

P.S. I pounded on it and pleaded with it, but it wouldn’t wake up. Just had to go find a new mouse.