Been helping Tyson in Willmar on his house, as they're wanting to get it ready to sell and make it more marketable. Lots of demolition was going on in the last few days. He tore out all the paneling in the living room, and gutted the bathroom down to the 2x4's. I've been just putzing. Maybe not a whole lot of help, but doing little things that are tedious, like running errands, sanding, sweeping up the demo mess, pulling nails left from the paneling. Pulling nails was a huge job, I can't believe how many nails can be used to hang paneling. There was one nail in particular, I felt more than others, the one I pulled out of my foot on Monday night, as we were mudding holes created by the nails in the panelling, when I went for some more mud, and stepped on a nail that was pointing upwards in the upside down piece of paneling laying on the floor. I let out a yell, but it really wasn't bad. Pulled off my shoe, and it was only bleeding a little bit, hardly enough to make a blood stain on my sock, but then again, my sock was so thin and old, I don't think it would hold the blood. Tyson insisted I ask Laure, whom I'm staying with, for some kind of antiseptic and clean it out when I got to their home. Which I did, no biggie.
On Tuesday night I was talking with my sister-in-law, Georgia, who's a nurse, and she strongly suggested I go and get a tetanus shot, since that last one I had was in 1989 right before I went overseas.
So this morning I asked Jack (Laure's husband) where I should go, if there was a walk in clinic any where, where I could just get a tetanus shot, I didn't need to see a doctor. He told me where to go, and I went to their Urgent Care Clinic, and waited in line for paper work. I had to go into the business office to sign in as a new patient. She was going through the standard questions, of address, phone number, etc, and then she got to the question that stopped me. "Are you married?" I just stared at her, and paused for a few seconds and then said, "I guess I have to say I'm a widow." She went on like it was no big deal, for me, I almost started crying. I haven't had to use that word yet, and oh how I hate it. It's just another of all those firsts I've been having to go through.
The first time, having to jump my car by myself. Hey, don't laugh, I've seen it done a thousand times, but never have had to do it, that I can remember.
The first time staying in a hotel all by myself.
The first time having to eat by myself in a restaurant.
The first time sitting in a service and the preacher starts preaching on marriage, and suddenly you realize, that no matter how good it is, I can't apply it to my life.
The first time…
I think you get what I'm talking about. My world turned upside down, and I have to adjust and go on. I'm not the first one who's had to, but that doesn't make it any easier. This is my road, and I have to walk it out.
God has been so good, right beside me, and no, I'm not depressed and angry at God or Todd, or anything else. I'm just adjusting. I've had to walk "through the valley of the shadow of death," but I'm not setting up camp there. I'm going through and onward.
A preacher friend of mine, told me, "Kelley, it's a new day, it's a new day, it's not like before, it's a new day for you." I said, "Yes, I receive that!" It is a new day, and there's new things, but sometimes the changes shakes me a little bit.
I guess, maybe that word widow, reminds me of a spider or something. But even in the new things, I'll find God's grace to live out those new changes and titles.
And by the way, the shot has made my arm hurt more, than the nail that went up my foot. Go figure.
Remodeling report (Wed. night)
As in all remodeling projects, things take longer, and cost way more than anticipated. Tyson was finally able to get a plumber this morning, who said he could start working tomorrow (Thurs), this evening while we were eating some supper, Ty got a call from the plumber, that he had had a slight heart attack today, and was in the hospital in St Cloud. But he assured Tyson he'd send one of his assistants over tomorrow.
Tonight, I learned how to do knock down texture. Tyson ran the texture sprayer thing (I'm so technical) and I was going behind him, knocking it down. (He slung mud, I knock it down! :-) It took a little getting use to, but I was finally getting the hang of it. Doing it on walls built in the 1940's, and not very even gave me even more of a challenge. I learned what "crumb and valley" mean in the dry wall world. What an education for me. (Todd and I textured one time in our house in Kenmare, after that, he said never again. Oh, we did texture our ceiling in our trailer home while we worked at Smith's, but I think someone came and helped us do it. ) I can't wait to see it all painted, it will look so much better.
The paneling that I stepped on with that pointy nail. It got hauled to the dump the next day.
This was what we found when Ty was gutting the bathroom wall. The newspapers that are crumbled dated back to the early 50's. Crazy.
The beginning of the bathroom demolition. Everything had to go, black mold was awful under the window. Tyson is going to put in a walk in tiled shower. It's going to be beautiful.
Sanding all those mudded nail holes. What a dusty job. Both of us looked a little white haired. Hee hee.
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