Journal Entry Friday November 16
I thought I might get to this journal entry some time in the morning. I didn't make it. It is now 12:38 p.m. With the sleep pattern I am on, I usually am not up until some time after 9:00 a.m. each morning. I have a split sleep pattern, that had been working quite well. Not so much now. I go to bed around midnight, I know that is very late for most people. It is better than 1:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m. bed times. I cannot seem to get myself to go to bed any time before that unless I am very sick or very warn out. I go to bed around midnight and sleep until 4:45 a.m. My husband gets up early to leave for work, so I get up to see him off. I then go back to bed about 5:00 a.m. and sleep until about 9:00 a.m. That gives me about eight and half hours of sleep. I know I need to go to bed earlier, so I don't need to sleep until 9:00 a.m.
I was diagnosed with Sleep Apena back in April of this year. I had been having trouble staying awake while driving for a number of years. It seemed to get worse and worse. I knew the main reason was the lack of hours of sleep. On an average people need at least eight hours of restful sleep a night. Some need a little more and some a little less. I am on the less side of that rule. I am a night owl and have been since I have been in charge of my bed time. I need time to unwind at the end of the day, when I am alone. I know to some that might not make sense, because I complain often of being lonely. You can be in a roomful of people and be lonely. That is my problem. I have suffered with this for a few years now. I live in a home with two other people, my husband of 41 years and our youngest daughter of 27 years. Even with them around I get very lonely. They both keep to themselves more than I like. They seem to shut me out most of the time. I try talking to them, after being home alone most of the day, except for our little Chihuahua Bella. I have been retired for four years this past October. I am a talker, but not as a child. I do rattle on to much most of the time and repeat myself way to much. But after being home alone for about 8 hours, I am ready to talk to someone, when my two family members get home. They both are not morning people and do not like to be yakked at when they first get home from work. I used to be a morning person, but after 41 years with a husband who is a lot quieter than me and likes to be left alone, I tend to try and not be to chatty of a morning.
My husband and I went by the church yesterday evening, to see if the new windows had came in for the building and see if the crew had torn off all the old siding. Nothing has been done. The windows have not arrived. Rick told me yesterday, the window company is way behind on deliveries. Our pastor is getting anxious and wanting to work on the building Sunday. He was wanting to begin putting up the sheet rock on the walls. That cannot be done yet. The wiring has to be done first and the new windows installed, before the sheet rock can be hung. If the pastor wants a project to do, he can go in the attic and clean and straighten up the mess up there. There isn't even a light up there anymore. One needs to be installed. Rick went up in the attic looking for something when we first began the insulation installation. He found a bunch of roles of insulation left over from past remodels to the building. Everyone had forgotten about the left over insulation.
The annual Thanksgiving Dinner hosted by the church has came and gone. It was held November 10, 2018 at the Justus-Tiawah Gym at 6:00 p.m. It couldn't be at the church, due to the renovations to the dinning hall. Some of the men got tables and chairs from the church to put in the gym for the dinner. The tables were decorated very nice. We didn't have a program this year, as we usually do. Pastor Barry said a few words. The pastor had passed out note cards to the congregation on Sabbath to fill out for the night's program. One card you were to put who you were thankful for, and on the other what is your favorite Thanksgiving to God for the year. The cards were put in envelopes and put in a basket. At the dinner Pastor Barry asked those who wanted to to share what they had written on their cards. He had the children come and get in a circle and asked them what they were thankful for. He then put the basket of envelopes in the middle of the children and said a blessing over the cards. I thought that was such a neat idea.
To me this week went by fast. Not so much for my daughter. She said yesterday it sure was going slow. She is so much happier with her job, since they finally got her some good help. She has been able to get caught up with her scanning. It had gotten so far behind, she felt she would never be caught up again. They had been promising her help for months. She truly didn't think they were follow through with what they promised her. She has been there for 3 years and worked to death. What is even more distressing to her is the way people on the phone cuss or chew her out because many won't answer their phones. Plus the attitude of others she works for and with being so disrespectful and down right hateful. She has anxiety issues and depression. This hasn't been good for those issues. Last week she had a migraine almost every day. I keeping praying God is with her at her job. We feel God put her in that job. So even when she got so down and wanted to quit she reminded herself of that. That God is in control.
Speaking of our youngest daughter, she is wanting to move out again. Last time she only lasted 5 months. I pray this time she can make it permanent. She has been trying to budget and get an apartment in her price range. She didn't want to live in Tulsa, but that is where the best apartment rentals are. They are way to high in Inola, and have ridiculous rental prices for not that nice of a place. The last place she rented had two bedrooms, but no appliances. (No stove, or refrigerator). She paid $600 a month, and had to pay the bills.
I guess I am done with this journal entry today.
Catch you later,
*Starlight*
I was diagnosed with Sleep Apena back in April of this year. I had been having trouble staying awake while driving for a number of years. It seemed to get worse and worse. I knew the main reason was the lack of hours of sleep. On an average people need at least eight hours of restful sleep a night. Some need a little more and some a little less. I am on the less side of that rule. I am a night owl and have been since I have been in charge of my bed time. I need time to unwind at the end of the day, when I am alone. I know to some that might not make sense, because I complain often of being lonely. You can be in a roomful of people and be lonely. That is my problem. I have suffered with this for a few years now. I live in a home with two other people, my husband of 41 years and our youngest daughter of 27 years. Even with them around I get very lonely. They both keep to themselves more than I like. They seem to shut me out most of the time. I try talking to them, after being home alone most of the day, except for our little Chihuahua Bella. I have been retired for four years this past October. I am a talker, but not as a child. I do rattle on to much most of the time and repeat myself way to much. But after being home alone for about 8 hours, I am ready to talk to someone, when my two family members get home. They both are not morning people and do not like to be yakked at when they first get home from work. I used to be a morning person, but after 41 years with a husband who is a lot quieter than me and likes to be left alone, I tend to try and not be to chatty of a morning.
My husband and I went by the church yesterday evening, to see if the new windows had came in for the building and see if the crew had torn off all the old siding. Nothing has been done. The windows have not arrived. Rick told me yesterday, the window company is way behind on deliveries. Our pastor is getting anxious and wanting to work on the building Sunday. He was wanting to begin putting up the sheet rock on the walls. That cannot be done yet. The wiring has to be done first and the new windows installed, before the sheet rock can be hung. If the pastor wants a project to do, he can go in the attic and clean and straighten up the mess up there. There isn't even a light up there anymore. One needs to be installed. Rick went up in the attic looking for something when we first began the insulation installation. He found a bunch of roles of insulation left over from past remodels to the building. Everyone had forgotten about the left over insulation.
The annual Thanksgiving Dinner hosted by the church has came and gone. It was held November 10, 2018 at the Justus-Tiawah Gym at 6:00 p.m. It couldn't be at the church, due to the renovations to the dinning hall. Some of the men got tables and chairs from the church to put in the gym for the dinner. The tables were decorated very nice. We didn't have a program this year, as we usually do. Pastor Barry said a few words. The pastor had passed out note cards to the congregation on Sabbath to fill out for the night's program. One card you were to put who you were thankful for, and on the other what is your favorite Thanksgiving to God for the year. The cards were put in envelopes and put in a basket. At the dinner Pastor Barry asked those who wanted to to share what they had written on their cards. He had the children come and get in a circle and asked them what they were thankful for. He then put the basket of envelopes in the middle of the children and said a blessing over the cards. I thought that was such a neat idea.
To me this week went by fast. Not so much for my daughter. She said yesterday it sure was going slow. She is so much happier with her job, since they finally got her some good help. She has been able to get caught up with her scanning. It had gotten so far behind, she felt she would never be caught up again. They had been promising her help for months. She truly didn't think they were follow through with what they promised her. She has been there for 3 years and worked to death. What is even more distressing to her is the way people on the phone cuss or chew her out because many won't answer their phones. Plus the attitude of others she works for and with being so disrespectful and down right hateful. She has anxiety issues and depression. This hasn't been good for those issues. Last week she had a migraine almost every day. I keeping praying God is with her at her job. We feel God put her in that job. So even when she got so down and wanted to quit she reminded herself of that. That God is in control.
Speaking of our youngest daughter, she is wanting to move out again. Last time she only lasted 5 months. I pray this time she can make it permanent. She has been trying to budget and get an apartment in her price range. She didn't want to live in Tulsa, but that is where the best apartment rentals are. They are way to high in Inola, and have ridiculous rental prices for not that nice of a place. The last place she rented had two bedrooms, but no appliances. (No stove, or refrigerator). She paid $600 a month, and had to pay the bills.
I guess I am done with this journal entry today.
Catch you later,
*Starlight*
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