Re-finance

I think I signed my name 50 times today. I've finally been able to re-finance my mortgage. This will lower my monthly payment somewhat, but the main thing is that now I am the only one on the mortgage and deed. The reason I have this house is that my granddaughter and her husband wanted to buy it. In a weak moment, I co-signed for them. In less than two years, I was in the house but their names were still on the paperwork.  I had tried to re-finance a few years ago, but hadn't been successful. One downside: now I'll have to stop trying to convince Andy that he should come clean out the gutters, since the house was partly his.

My Day

I had a lovely day today. I went to The Ice House in Mayfield, as I usually do on Tuesday. Mary and Brandie (mother and daughter) came and we knitted and talked for a while. Then they asked if I wanted to join them on a trip to Paducah to do some errands. We went to Hobby Lobby where I bought a 5" needle to weave with on my 4" Weave-it looms (somehow I have lost one of the looms, as well as a needle to weave with). They each bought some things, but Mary didn't find the main thing she was looking for, so we went to Michael's. They didn't have what she wanted either, but Brandie bought something. After that, we went to Home Depot for a piece of wood for Mary's husband to make little looms for Brandie's daughters.

We went through the drive-through at Wendy's for hamburgers and fries, which we ate as we traveled back to Mayfield.

Then I went to the library to return books and check out more. I ran into a friend (and neighbor - she lives about a mile down the road from me), so we talked for a few minutes.

Since I got home, I haven't done anything constructive - just played on the computer. I should shut it down and knit a few rows before I get in bed to start one of the books I got today.

I'll be back in Paducah again tomorrow to talk to my insurance agent, return books to that library, go to church and then meet some knitting friends at Panera.

That will be all of my socializing for this week; then I'll stay home for a few days to do laundry and knit and read. Sounds like a boring life, doesn't it? But it suits me.

Peeee-eeew!!!!!

About this time yesterday, I smelled something that made me think "raw sewage." I checked to make sure both toilets had been flushed, although I knew they had, since I'm the only person living here, and I hadn't had any visitors. After an hour or so, I realized that the atmospheric conditions were just right (or wrong, in my opinion) for the stench from the paper mill in Wickliffe (20 miles away) to reach Milburn. I smelled it all night and this morning, but things are back to normal now. That happens three or four times a year, but it always takes me a bit to figure it out when it does - I guess I'm slow.