Monday did not go well. The kids were wild! We didn't get much done. I spend a lot of time working on getting along each day. I wish kids came to school with a bit more skills in getting along. Tuesday was better and Wednesday was good, we got an art project going.
Yesterday, I noticed a string in the area of my steri-strips from my surgery to remove the port. So I did the most natural thing, I wrapped it around my finger and pulled hard. Ouchee! Wow that really hurt and I realized it was attached! Looking back it seems really stupid. Laura, Charme', Amy, and I put up our Enchanted Pumpkin Patch after school. We all sent home a blank pumpkin to decorate as a family activity. They came back plain to fancy and some very creative. We added vines and it looks really fallish.
This morning started out rough. As I stepped out of the tub I stepped on one of the glass blocks (from the continuing construction going on in our shower), lost my balance, landed on the big red dog who was trying to get into the tub, he moved out of the way and I went down. I wasn't really hurt, but it did kind of shake me up.
Then, late this afternoon I was in the sewing room working on pants for Beverly when I saw two people out front. When I came home, I went in the front because I had a few sacks of groceries. I left the hard door open because, well I am not sure, I was planning to leave in about an hour. Now the front of the house is dark and the only lights on are the back hall and the sewing room. One of them, a man started for the porch, so I headed for the front door. The doorbell went off and the man came in the house about the time I got to the end of the hall. I was shocked! I said may I help you? He asked if it was a business. I said no and he said it looked like a business. He apologized and went out. Then he told me they were traveling (homeless) and they really liked Oklahoma and Shawnee was very friendly. Then as he was talking his partner asked for water. I went and got a bottle and gave it to him. (Kind of thinking, hmm, should I go let the big red dog in?) Then he went on to tell me when they could get a meal from Salvation Army and then something about somewhere else. Which brought him to the next question could I spare him a bologna sandwich. I am ready to get back to my sewing, but I am trying to be kind, so I go to the pantry grab the first things I see, a lunch tuna fish and cracker thingy (not sure how long it has been in there) and two cans of potted meat (not sure how long they have been in there either), I grab half a package of sandwich thins, a couple of plastic knives, and I shove it all into a bag. I felt bad giving them what I did, because there was no way I would touch either of those ( I hope Ken doesn't notice they are gone, he eats that stuff!) Finally, after some more talking they left. I quickly shut and locked the door. I was happy to help, but a little unhappy that I felt uncomfortable. Times are tough. I am sure glad they weren't out to hurt me.
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