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After getting the hog building cleaned out Friday afternoon, I moved the feed trough into the building, cut the entry to accommodate the larger hogs and invited them in. They were hesitant at first, but quickly overcame their temerity when I put some scraps in their trough. The only problem I still had to deal with was the swamp they had created just outside the entry. It had once been a shelter for the pigs, but they had turned it into a sloppy mud hole and were having to get up into the building from the mud hole – which was making their feet slip on the wooden floor of the building. It was comical to see them struggle with the slipping as they battled frantically to get into the building to beat each other to the scraps I had put out. Only one of them could fit through the opening at a time so whoever got there first could block the other out while they ate what was in the nearer end of the trough. They figured that part out very quickly. They enjoyed being in the building while it rained all Saturday morning. I had to go back Saturday evening and put a pallet over the soup at the entry, so they did not have to try to leap out of the slop to enter the building. That has worked out fairly well. Time will tell if it will last until we take them to be processed.
We got almost two inched of rain between 10 am and noon Saturday. That was just about the time Brittany needed to go the airport to pick up Andrew. He had been delayed a day due to some rescheduled training and was scheduled to get to Dallas right at the height of the storms. While Mama and Brittany debated whether or not Brittany and Andrew should drive home through the storms or wait until tomorrow, I suggested Brittany check on Andrews flight. The flight had left Seattle on time but had a delayed arrival time. Everyone settled down to wait. I cautioned Brittany to wait until Andrew had landed to even head to the airport and she agreed. It was better for him to wait on them should he be delayed further.
Meanwhile, Mama and I headed to Bowie for the BBTI graduation. It was scheduled for 11 am. What was originally planned as an outdoor event was taken inside because of the rain. Mama and I drove through very heavy rain all the way from our house to Bowie. A lot of water had accumulated on the road so everyone with any sense was moving along much more slowly than normal. On our twenty miles of four lane highway we saw two trucks in the median; one of which almost made it across into oncoming traffic. We saw two eighteen wheelers in the median as well. One had jackknifed so badly that the cab was partially folded up underneath the trailer. Mama and I got to the church for the graduation safely. Fortunately, they were a bit late in starting. It was a well-attended event.
While Mama and I were at the graduation, Andrew’s flight was redirected to Lubbock. Yes, Lubbock. Brittany had driven to Decatur to at least start her drive to the airport when she got the text from Andrew. She fed the girls a panini, headed back to the farm and put them down for a nap. Andrew did not get into DFW until 6 pm Saturday evening. He had been at the airport in Seattle at 5 am local time; 3 am our time. He was exhausted by the time he got to us. While in Lubbock, he was not allowed to leave the secure area because no one had proper boarding passes for that airport. Lubbock is a one-gate airport. Not much to see there. Certainly nothing to do there but wait. The passengers on his flight got to know that area very well as they waited for a flight to DFW. On the bright side, everyone was safe.
Sunday morning was difficult for Mama. We were ready to leave for church by the time the girls woke up. Mama got to help get the morning diaper changes done one last time and I was able to participate in the morning snuggle with each of the girls – mostly Zoe. When we could wait no longer, we kissed each of the twins goodbye and started out the door. Zoe called out, “One more kiss, Papi.” Who can resist that? That worked so well that Sophia called Grammy back. That went on for another couple minutes until I dragged Mama away. We had to drive past the picture window in the dining area to wave goodbye to the girls before we could officially head to church. By the time we got the house to pick up our Chinese granddaughters, Mama had mostly recovered.
Brittany called Mama during Sunday School. That was unusual so Mama stepped out to answer. It turned out that they could not find Lucy. They had checked everywhere by the time they called. Brittany was frustrated and a little panicked. Mama gave them a couple ideas on where they might not have thought to look and one of those turned out to be a good guess. Lucy was in the well house. She must have followed me into the well house when I was out feeding the sheep and I closed her in not realizing she was there. She is a sneaky little dog. Once Lucy was located, they headed home.
Mama and I went back to our empty home that afternoon. It had been a very busy weekend.
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