School got off to such a great start last month. Then, travel happened. Not that travel isn't educational.
I had the opportunity to see Grandson 1.3. Having missed out on having "Camp CowGranny" this year, I asked Mr C to take an extra day off work. We had planned to pick up 1.3 at my niece's house in Lawton, and travel on down to the Texas kids' homes. I had thought 1.3 and 3.1 would have such a great time together! 3.2 was SO looking forward to seeing 2.1. But, 2.1 asked to stay at her Mom and Poppo's house.
This ended up having its good and bad points.
Our plan was to leave the dogs outside when we departed on Friday morning. Sam would feed them when he got home from Jonesboro that night. But on Thursday, we learned Sam wouldn't be home until Saturday, and we dare not leave the dogs out, alone, that long. The dogs would have to come with us!
We took the truck (which seats 3 uncomfortably!), with the dogs in crates in the back. Mr C fretted terribly, so we stopped and put the dogs into the cab with us... three humans and two dogs in a space designed for two!
We stopped to drop 2.1 off. Nobody was home. 2.1 called, as no one was responding to OUR calls. 2.1 informed us that her Mom and Poppo were in OKC! We'd driven through there more than an hour before. We were NOT pleased to hear that. We were informed they were on their way back, and we could leave 2.1 alone at the house. Except 2.1 had loudly declared this... and the two sketchy looking guys roofing the house across the street took interest.
Nope- NOT leaving her alone. I said we should go get lunch, as we needed to eat, and it would fill time. We headed to town... and got a call from "Poppo". He was at his house now, where were we? Seems 2.1 can't just give a message. She interpreted it. NOBODY said her Poppo and Mom were in OKC. She was told they were "at the hospital", and on their way home. The LOCAL hospital 10 miles up the road.
We wrongly assumed Mom was in the house when we left, having been to the ER and dismissed. We learned as we returned Monday, Mom had been hospitalized all weekend with diabetic ketoacidosis. 2.1 never even got to see her.
We took off and got 1.3 picked up, and made it to the Snanjlo area by 8PM. It was a great visit, with all but three of the grands.
Upon our return on Monday, we were asked if we could sell one of our vehicles to Tommy. It was agreed.
Hurricane Laura was just making landfall, and we were expecting torrential rains, so the delivery of the vehicle was to be the next week. 2.1 and I headed down on Tuesday, with the intention of seeing my folks in East Texas Tuesday evening, and heading on to Dallas on Wednesday. The "plan" was to go to church with Tommy on Wednesday night, and then fly home Thursday morning. This plan was defeated when the car had problems on the way down. I stayed Wednesday at my folks house, and took the car in to have the "code" checked. A bad spark plug! Mr C and Ralph deemed it OK to drive home for repairs on Friday.
Mr C got it tuned up, a whole new set of sparkies! The following week, I set out directly for Dallas on Friday. We had a lovely visit with Tommy. He took us to the airport Saturday morning. (This made three trips to Texas in three weeks time!)
Oh, 2.1 came home with a runny nose and a bad cough from her visit with Poppo. I treated it as allergies, since mine had also flared. We were dueling snot faucets all week. On the Friday after we got back from Snanjlo, she awakened with a terrible sore throat. Looking at the back of her throat- white blisters. I figured "strep". Strep isn't anything to mess around with. I took her to the doctor. She was tested for strep. "NEGATIVE!".... so they decided to check for COVID19, "just in case", as Poppo had taken her to a street carnival. The swab was taken, and we were sent home to quarantine until we got the results. This was also negative. Since she hadn't felt well all week, we didn't do any school.
Meanwhile, our garden has been going full tilt. Last year, it was pretty well "done" by the first week in August. Here we are in the middle of September, and I am still canning stuff at least every other day. I had told Mr C back in the Spring, the garden would surely be done before we were to head to Peru for Tommy's wedding. Seems that may be true, but only because CV19 postponed the wedding! (Now scheduled for Nov.)
I have to make another trip to Texas before the Peru trip. And Tom rescheduled his vacation, so we will also get a chance to go see his Mom. We now have THREE trips on the agenda. It's great that we ARE homeschooling. We can take school with us when we need to, or work school around our trips.
Also on the home front, Mr C and Sam got the front porch power washed and resealed. It looks great.
Our poultry was re-homed.
Aurora became an "inside" dog while visiting her Uncle Becky. She's a big dog for being in a small house! While she hasn't had any accidents inside, she doesn't quite understand why she can't chew the walls, carpeting, or furniture. We are going to have to repair and paint the hallway where she's torn off chunks of wall paper and chewed the trim to splinters. One morning, I heard her gnawing on something that sounded decidedly plastic. I asked her, "WHAT have you GOT?"
Aurora immediately stretched her long nose over the evidence. I repeated, "What do you have there?"
She stuck her paw up under her nose, and dragged the object back under her chest. She gives me the innocent, "What? Who? ME? I don't have anything!" doggy grin. I moved her over. She had Nickole's favorite goggles! (In fairness, Nickole HAD left them out on her floor, despite having been told to put her toys away! Fair game!)
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