New phones, blessings

I spent a few hours in the office yesterday late morning to early afternoon. Each quarter I prepare a report of the instructor led classes we have given through that quarter. Doing so at the office is much easier with the internet available there as well as the multiple screens I have at the office. Anyway, I got the report done and submitted. It shows a lot of activity on my part as well as on the part of three other instructors. In twelve weeks, I taught eighteen classes and the other instructors taught twelve classes. A total of thirty classes in the first twelve weeks of 2021. A busy schedule for all of us. Next quarter looks even more packed than the first quarter. It should be interesting. There are steps being taken to increase the number of instructors for the classes we are giving most often, but that ill not happen quickly. I would be shocked if we have that done before the end of the year. Until then I will continue to average two classes per week.

Victoria was off early yesterday having gone to work at 6 am. Once she was home, she met Mama and the two of them went to the AT&T store in Denton to get new phones. I hate getting new phones. Even though the process of cloning the new phone from the old phone is helpful, it still takes a long time to get the apps now indexed on the new phone downloaded to the new phone. With three of us doing so last night, none of our phones completed the downloads required to install and activate all the apps – mine especially. Fortunately, we have our old phones for a couple days while the downloads are being completed so that I have access to the apps I need via the internet. Cellular service is active on the new phone, but very little else is working. Or should I say, everything else is a work in progress. It will eventually complete the downloads, but I am not sure when. Maye today. Maybe tomorrow.

The other thing I do not like about cell phones is the expense of the phones. Whether or not they are worth the exorbitant price is questionable but there is little alternative to having one. I feel constrained by the requirement of cell phone use. Work requires it. Life demands it. I dislike it. I do like the convenience of having a computer at my service in almost any situation, but I still wrestle with the requirement to be constantly connected to that service. Constantly available. Constantly expected to be available. It is hard for me to find the balance between the requirement and the convenience. Were it not for the fact that there are apps that are of immediate benefit to me, I would be more than willing to carry the phone with me only during work hours. Sadly, that is not going to happen regularly, but I might try it from time to time.

Victoria is carrying four phones on her account. Hers, mine, Mama’s and Grandma’s. I am not sure how much she pays per month, but I am reasonably sure her first bill is going to be a whopper. She will let me know our portion when that time comes but it reminds me of the time that I was paying for seven cell phones on one plan. In those days texting was a separate charge. No free ride for alternate forms of communication. I would get bills totaling more than $600 on a regular basis. I was not the one texting. I was barely making phone calls. An iPod was required for all the extra features because cell phones could make calls, take and send pictures – they were not quality pictures – and send and receive texts. Oh, how far we have come. The phones we were using almost twenty years ago cost less than $100 each. Now each phone costs far more than the sum of all seven phones I had to buy to meet the “needs” of our moderately well-connected family. It was an ongoing issue with me to pay the bill which was a fun surprise each month since I could never anticipate the cost in advance. After twenty years of having to do so, paying for a cell phone still stings.

Meanwhile, our children and grandchildren are healthy. Mama and I are relatively healthy. The goats are getting bred. The pig is gaining weight. The chickens are laying eggs. The garden is growing. The sun is shining. All is well. If not, I do not know about the problem yet so I can relax for a moment and enjoy the blessings of the Lord we have right now.

Honestly, right now is all we have so we might as well try to enjoy it.

Mama’s treatment, hay run, wins and losses

We were unsure if Mama could drive herself home from the doctor’s office after getting the shot in her knee, so I dropped her off and went to the office for a couple hours while she went through the process to get the treatment. In the visit she got to meet the orthopedist in that office, and she was impressed by him on multiple levels. We may go back to him when the time comes for her knee replacement – after we get her back on my insurance at work. The shot was relatively painless although she suffered some pain later that evening. We will know by the weekend how effective the shot was. I believe it was a shot of steroids versus a cock’s comb treatment. Regardless, we are holding onto the hope that it will give her some relief from the continual pain.

Meanwhile, the Lord is really blessing Mama’s business. She has had three or four ladies sign up to be stylist in her group and will make it to the Director level this month. She will squeeze into that spot on the last day of the month, but she will still get the recognition for the achievement – as well as the financial benefit. I have to admit that she has put the work into the business to get there although she still agonizes over Facebook challenges in setting up parties and making the required contacts to keep everyone involved. Having met her challenge this month, repeating the process next month should be somewhat more doable. At the very least, she knows the path forward and the process to accomplish her new goal for the month of April. Stirring participation has been her greatest struggle, but that comes with broadening the group where the ten percent participation normally achieved is significant enough to impress the algorithms Facebook uses to gauge the worth of any group.

As soon as I signed off from work, I drove to Muenster to get hay. The seller we usually meet is in the hospital with some ailment the doctors cannot identify. His son who helped me get the bales loaded told me that the doctors would get the cultures back today and hope to get a handle on the pathogen they are confronting. Mama and I are praying for him and we let his son know that we were doing so. When I asked, I got a non-committal answer from the son as to whether or not he was saved. That is the main focus of our prayers. His health is secondary, important but secondary.

Once back home, I ate a light meal and transferred the hay from the back of the truck to the loft of the goat barn. It was nearly dark by the time I had that done. One bale remains to be moved into the goat shelter on the east side of the shop where Julian is being kept by himself as Midas is visiting our nanny goats. When Victoria and I got Midas into the paddock with the girls he went crazy for a little while. Tongue hanging out, making those funny noises he does when he is excited and chasing each female in turn just in case any or the four needing to be bred were ready for him to perform his service on them. Lilly is definitely bred by Julian. Millie is questionable even though she spent a month with Midas a few weeks back. Now we have second shot at getting her bred. Hopefully, Midas will be successful this time if he was not the last time.

Saturday night Mama and I clipped the wings of our chickens in order to keep them from flying over the fence into the garden and it seems to be working. They can wreck a garden especially when the tender shoots are just pushing through the soil into the sunlight. We are keeping the hens closed up in the coop yard and only letting them out in the evenings when we go out to feed. That gives them a few hours out of the coop while limiting the time they have to seek and destroy our young plants. They protest the time being cooped up by limiting the number of eggs they lay, but we still get enough to have an ample supply for our faithful customers.

I am a little disappointed in the lack of life I am seeing in the fig trees I separated from the main fig tree. I am more disappointed that I am not seeing any sign of life in the root tree I cut all the other figs away from. Of the fourteen potential plants, I see leaves coming out on only four. I will give the others until the end of April to show life before I pull them up and discarding them. All the ones that are leafing out are in places where they can stay to hopefully produce figs for me and Mama. The grape vine is starting to leaf out so I will keep an eye on it and trim away all the non-viable vines as it shows me the vines it still provides life to. I am really hoping we get grapes this year.

I am going to talk to the pastor to see if I can get a cutting from his apricot tree to graft onto mine so that I can get some cross pollination. I am thinking that is what I am lacking to get fruit from the tree – now five years old. I will not waste many more years on the apricot tree is it remains fruitless.

Thank God He is more patient with us who are too often fruitless through the many years of our saved lives.

Moving day, signs of life, treatment

Saturday morning, I was planning on going to Muenster to get hay but that fell through because the seller was not available to meet us. I will go instead today or tomorrow. In going to Muenster, I was also going to get a bag of feed for the hog. We are taking her to be processed this weekend and had run out of feed, so we improvised. She is getting the sweet stock we had bought for the calf and some goat feed – both of which she likes better than the store-bought feed we had been trying to get her to eat. The stock trailer is in place at her pen so that she can be loaded Friday night for her trip Saturday morning. The feeder we have used to feed her has been placed inside the shelter so that we can close her into the shelter on the evening we intend to load her. Our hope is that she will simply walk into the trailer without too much coaxing. We will see how that works out when we try it. Patience is the key to getting her into the trailer. She is large enough that she has to make the decision on her own. We will not be able to force her to go but we can gently coax her into the trailer – hopefully.

With the morning given back to me, I started moving the little goats out of the paddock and into the small enclosure we have behind the shop. I tried carrying one of the babies from the paddock to the shelter and it was all I could do to make all the way across the farm to transfer her that way. She only weighed about forty pounds, but the walk from point-to-point took more effort than in had anticipated. The second one, I told Mama would have to wait until I had rested a bit. As I let my back and arms recover, I thought about getting the tractor and a dog crate to make the transfer and as I went to get the crate Mama and Victoria teamed up to make the transfer, but it was not a wasted trip to the barn to get the crate. While I was over there, I got the trailer and moved it to the hog pen. Making the repairs to the lights on the trailer will be easier with it closer to the shop. Plus, the hog will get curious about the trailer and maybe want to investigate once she has access to it.

I have been checking the fig trees and the grape vine for signs of life and am finally starting to see those signs. I have only two fig trees right now that have put out leaves, but I am obviously hoping the other ten start to show me that they are still alive. I have been concerned about the grape vine. I was not sure at all if it survived the brutal cold, but it too is starting to put out leaves. In the garden we have potatoes, green beans and a couple types of squash breaking the ground. The blackberries are fully leaved out and putting out flowers that the bees are diligently tending to. Same for the peach, the pear, the nectarine, and the apricot trees. I also planted the contents of a box of seeds we had bought several years ago, and they are sprouting as well. Supposedly the flower they produce will be attractants for bees and butterflies. Things are looking up for our little garden. We have more plants in containers than in the ground, but all are doing well so far regardless of where they are planted. How the plants mature and fruit will tell us which is the bast way to get a harvest in the future. At least the plants in the raised bed and the pots will not have to survive assaults by the rabbits.

We had great services Sunday. I think we take for granted how necessary it is to have a church family, how reviving it is to meet together to sing, to pray, to hear the preaching and to visit. Last Sunday we had five young people baptized and this Sunday we had a couple join the church. Although I was feeling very poorly yesterday, I made it through the song leading and sang a special before the sermon – only by God’s grace. When we got home, I laid down and slept for a few hours. I felt better that night. Mama did not. She stayed home due to some severe sciatic pain, but she listened to the online broadcast.

This morning Mama is going to the orthopedist to get a shot in her right knee. We are not sure if the treatment will give her any relief, but we are praying it does. It has been eight to ten years since she has gotten such a treatment and the last time she did so, the relief was amazing, but we are a decade past that, and things have changed as far as the cumulative damage to the joint is concerned.

We will know soon if it was worth the money, but we have to try since we have been given this opportunity.

A busy week, chickens and gardening, weekend chores

I had a very busy week this week. Three days of classes and a day of travel made it a full week. All the classes went very well and the day in travel yesterday was a good experience for the team I traveled with. We went to Abilene to meet with a client who specializes in evaluating other client’s performance on tasks associated with working on a gas pipeline. We left the office at 6 am and returned to the office at 7 pm, making it a fairly long day. Most of the thirteen in our group had not been in a “field” setting before so it was a great experience for time to do some hands-on applications on the very things they have written training materials for.

We had some hilarious moments as several of the ladies in our group tried their hand at the various types of bonding of plastic pipe. Several of the techniques require quick action once the plastic fitting and the pipe to which it will be bonded have been heated and the heating element has been removed. It was in those moments that the urgency of the task got the better of a couple participants. The panic they expressed caused the experienced person helping them to do the task to lose his train of thought for a moment and almost panic as well. From the outside looking in, it was a very funny moment.

Although I was not teaching a class today, I was overseeing a class. One of my former colleagues – now retired – was teaching the class. We were both at the office early and he got all set up for the class. Or so I thought. When it was time to begin the class, he was still visiting at the office with people he had not seen in quite a few months and as he tried to begin the class, he discovered his computer was not allowing the class to see him. He did not see that he was not logged in properly for the instructor role. For some reason the class had not been set up for him properly. I had to give him my computer for the class – all day. I had planned on going home over lunch to get my home computer, but Mama was taking Bro Plumley to the nursery to buy some vegetable plants, so she brought my home computer to me at the office. I could not do as much work on that computer as the one being used for the class, but I managed to get some productive time in while the class was being taught. It all worked out, but this is the third time we have had to work things out in this way. Not a good pattern of success.

Late Tuesday evening I noticed that the chickens had scratched up all the bean seeds Mama planted a couple weeks ago. They had totally decimated the zucchini plants we had put in the raised bed the afternoon we planted them. They left us only one plant. So, Mama and I are going to clip the wings on our chickens, so they are not able to fly over the fence we have around the garden. We are hoping to do that tomorrow evening. As I looked over the garden fencing this evening after feeding, I noticed the places the chickens which cannot fly are getting through the fence into the garden. I have corrected that since Mama and I planted new cucumber and spaghetti squash plants in the raised bed just after we fed the animals. I still have six or seven fig trees in the raised bed and am waiting to see if the small cuttings survived the hard freezes we had a few weeks ago. If they did, I will replant them in other locations opening up the raised bed for more vegetables as the nights start to warm up.

Meanwhile the baby chicks are doing well. Mama lost one and had to nurse another back to health. They can get crusted over on their backside limiting their ability to poop. Mama has to warm and clean the chick with soapy water to loosen the crust. The one she treated this evening seems to be doing better than the one she lost earlier in the week. It was our first loss in several years.

I have a full day tomorrow getting hay and feed in the morning and cleaning up the coops, the goat barn and the corral when I get back to the farm. Mama and I are putting Midas with the girls so the remaining girls can get bred. We will take out the two very young does and house them separately while the buck is with the girls. That change should not take long nor require too much effort. I will also relocate the stock trailer to the goat pen so the pig can get used to it near her area otherwise she will be very difficult to coax into the trailer. I have a minor repair to do on the lights on the trailer because a squirrel or rat has chewed through some of that wiring. Next weekend, we will load the pig up into that stock trailer and haul her to the processor. Hopefully that process will go smoothly.

Mama will miss her. Me, not so much.

Steps goal exceeded, cattle issues, a sad loss

Early Saturday morning I started a fire in one of the voids we have in the patio in back of the house. There are three seven-foot open circles in the patio. One has Cana Lilies growing in it on purpose. One had become our burn pit used for roasting hot dogs and s’mores. The third has some of the Cana Lilies in it as well but I have wanted to get rid of those bulbs and find another purpose that circle. Since I had a great deal of limbs to burn from a tree trimming spree I had a couple weekends ago, I started a fire in the pit I wanted to empty of the Cana bulbs and over the course of the day gathered all those limbs and burned them in that circle. I do not know if it killed out all the lilies, but I am sure it killed most of them, saving me the effort of digging them up and discarding them. Plus, it provided a lot of pot ash for the soil in that circle.

My plan is to ring that circle, fill it with good soil and give Mama a flowerbed to decorate as she sees fit. Hopefully, we will get some type of small ornamental tree as a centerpiece for the flowerbed, but we have not decided. In all the hauling of limbs and gathering of items to burn I registered 19,747 steps for the day. As I lay in bed that night, I told Mama I should have walked once around our circular driveway and gotten to 20,000 steps but I lost that opportunity. I was sufficiently worn out and lying in bed felt too good to abandon – even for a worthy cause.

Sunday was not a good day for us. As Mama and I went about the morning feeding, I went to check on the calf because she was lying down in what looked like an awkward position. She was in distress and it looked like she was not going to make it through the day. I had fed her the night before and saw no signs of her feeling badly. She had cleaned up all her feed and hay, so I was not sure what the problem could be. Mama called the vet and stayed home that morning to wait on the vet while Victoria and I went to church.

Victoria and I headed out reluctantly, but as we left the farm, we found a group of three young calves on the road and we were not able to get past them. As we drove toward the main road the calves stayed in front of the vehicle to the point that we were driving them ever closer to a busy road. So, I backed the vehicle up and met up with Mama who was in the barn lot, watching over our sick calf. Mama, in turn, called a few folks to alert them that we had cows in the road and to see if any of them would mind driving down the road toward us to herd the claves back to safety into our property. When that happened, it happened all at once. First our neighbor turned onto our road and headed the calves our direction. Immediately behind him came the vets – the wife in one vehicle and her husband in a second vehicle. Once the cows were through an open gate onto our neighbor’s property, the vets went to look at our cow and our neighbor headed to church. As did Victoria and I.

The vets, a husband-and-wife team, were not able to determine the cause of our calf’s sickness but gave her a shot of anti-inflammatory medicine and a shot of Penicillin. They checked the barn, the feed, and the hay to see if they could find anything obvious. They found nothing that could help them determine the cause. By the time they left, it was too late for Mama to get to church, but Victoria and I enjoyed being there. The fact that we arrived after the Sunday School class had started caused the pastor some angst, but we at least made it in plenty of time for me to lead the music for the morning service. That was not the case Sunday night.

By late afternoon it was clear that the calf was not going to make it. I was very hesitant to put her down, so I delayed as long as I could and by the time I could wait no longer, I went over armed to put her out of her misery, but she was already dead. Meanwhile, we had called the neighbor that owns the large property to our east and he told Mama he had a particular area to place the carcass of the dead calf where the carrion eaters can dispose of the remains. That was a blessing since Mama and I have nowhere to put an 800 pound carcass on our ten acres. In waiting on our neighbor to show us the spot to place the carcass, we missed church that night.

As Grandpa and I waited, to our surprise, our neighbor came to the farm with his large tractor prepared to haul the calf to the drop spot for us even though Grandpa and I had prepared to make the transfer once we were shown the spot. It was fairly easy for him to load the calf, but it was good for Grandpa and I to be there to help get it positioned for him to access. Our neighbor let us know that when he had deposed the carcass as required, he thought Mama and I ought to check the water the calf had been drinking in case that was the cause of her death. I am pretty sure it was not, but we will check. He suggested that because he said the calf looked like it had been very healthy and well cared for and could not see any reason for the death. Neither could we or the vet.

It was a sad loss, and we may never know the reason.

New arrivals, packing, Pastor Parrish in Honduras

Mama took the twins to Tractor Supply yesterday and got a few chicks. The store had received a fresh supply of chicks, but Mama had to buy from those chicks that had been left from the last shipment. The new arrivals were kept in the back for 24 hours before they are set out to be sold. So, Mama will go back this morning to purchase from the stock offered in the most recent shipment. Yesterday, the six Bantam chicks she bought were enough to excite the girls. Today, Mama’s additional purchase will excite them further. Mama is planning a very early morning trip to Tractor Supply to make her additional chick purchase because if we wait to late in day the or hold ff until tomorrow, all the chicks he wants to pick from will be gone. I do not know who is buying the chicks as such a fast rate, but the inventory from today will be mosly gone by this evening – tomorrow afternoon at the very latest. The person in charge of the chicks told me and Mama that they sold twelve thousand chicks between March and October last year during what was considered a pandemic. No telling how many they will sell this year but what they receive is always sold out in 24 hours. What a great commodity to be dealing with.

Victoria is off today so she will be available to help Mama get the girls back to Brittany and Andrew. Mama always appreciates the help and the company when she has so many miles to cover. Making sure we get all the items we need to return with the girls is the challenging part. Not the clothing per se, but the shoes and other foot ware, the bedrails needed for the girls, the specialty toys that were brought with them, jackets and coats, special travel cups, etc. I will be at the house to help, but I am not fully aware of all the items we are expected to send back on the return trip. It is always interesting to reassemble the contents of a transferred lodging to ensure those contents are available when arriving back home. I am not sure how many things we have left as a family in our travel at sundry locations across the United States, but I do know they would outfit at least a couple people if they were regathered. Hopefully, we do not force Brittany and Andrew to repurchase any items that should have come home with the girls.

Pastor Parrish, our pastor in Victoria, TX, is in Honduras to preach at the Mission’s Conference for the church there. It was touch and go as to whether or not he would be able to make it to Honduras, but all the details finally worked out at the very last minute. The difficulties started with an outdated passport. The passport agency told him that the new passport would take three weeks to issue. He only had a week before the conference. He bought the tickets to go anyway, and the passport was ready to be picked up the day before he was scheduled to leave. They arrived at the office to get the passport only a few minutes before the office was closing – the evening before he was going to fly out. Talk about cutting it close. But he is there now. The Mission’s Conference will begin tonight and continue through Sunday. Hopefully, the curfew has been lifted and more people will be able to attend the conference. This should be one of the unique experiences of his life. Something that will influence his prayers and mission’s focus for years to come. That is how spending time in Honduras affects me and Mama.

This weekend will be spent finishing work on Mama’s cedar wardrobe. I am a little disappointed with how the shelves turned out. The cabinet is not square, and the shelves are square, so the fit is a little off on each shelf I made. Some wood filler and a little extra fitting work should minimize the substandard effects of the misfit, but I could have done better if I had used other materials for the shelves. I just could not overcome the prices being asked for those materials. Additionally, I do not like the color of the stain we picked for the shelves, but I could not find a color that would match the dark color of the seasoned cedar wood of the cabinet. I am tempted to start over, but I do not know if that is a better solution than just going on with what I have. I will decide that this evening.

Mama will need to rest some this weekend. She has had a very busy week. As she kept the girls she also tried her best to keep up with her business – as well as having parties for other people who are selling other products. Sometimes she gets overbooked. This week we not too bad until last night when she had two parties to attend online and an online training. Fortunately, Victoria and I were here to help with bath time, teeth brushing and finally putting the girls to bed.

This morning they are off.

Brittany and the girls, busy schedule, class tomorrow

Mama met Brittany and the girls in Oklahoma City Monday afternoon. From there they drove back to the farm, arriving about 6 pm. Brittany drove her vehicle and Mama followed so that she was able to help with potty breaks and meals in transit. This morning, Brittany will head back with Audrey. Zoe and Sophia will stay here with us until Friday afternoon when Mama and Victoria will reconnect with Brittany. Friday, as was Monday, will be a long day for Mama. The trip is about three hours each way. Some of it through heavy construction on the interstate. This visit was a welcome and unexpected visit and may well be one of the last times we will see the girls before Brittany and Andrew relocate further north. So far, I have not been welcomed by Audrey, but Mama and Victoria are able to hold and snuggle with her. Zoe and Sophia are very including of all of us. It is fun to have them close for a few days even though I will have limited time with the girls due to my teaching and working schedule.

We did not have much time with the girls Monday night, but Mama and Victoria made up for that Tuesday. I was teaching yesterday, so I only got to interact with the girls in the evening. Mama and I went out to feed with Zoe and Sophia in tow. That was a spectacle to behold. Mama broke up bread for the girls to feed to the chickens. Fortunately, the chickens are not at all particular who has the bread. They will follow the source until all the bread is spent. The girls made much of the cluster of chickens around them as they dispersed the bread. When it came to feeding the pig, they were very intimated and steadfastly refused to pet Rosalita. Not at all surprising. She is a beautiful 350# hog that stands eye-to-eye with the girls and not the type of animal that inspires warm cuddle feelings. At the goats, they got involved once again. Mama and I keep animal crackers on hand to feed the goats. Zoe loved the feel of the goats pulling the cookie out of her hand with their lips. Sophia was not so brave, but she did not mind being in with the goats.

After the feeding was done, we packed everyone up and went to Moua’s for dinner. The girls – all three of them – ate very well. Our original intent was to go to Casa Torres, but there was a twenty-five-minute wait (at best) and that is not a workable situation with three young ones. Moua’s was a great alternative. As we wound down in the late evening and were gearing up for bed, Sophia had a brief meltdown which had to be dealt with, but it was over shortly. Our only concern in the hysteria was that her very loud protest would wake Audrey who had been put to bed only a little while before the protest began. It all ended well. Fortunately, all the girls sleep well. Audrey was in our room for the past two night while the twins slept on the bed in the spare bedroom. Brittany slept on the couch. That sleeping arrangement made it a bit of a challenge for me to get ready to teach a class on Tuesday, but Brittany is a very sound sleeper, so I was able to get all my things and get out of the house(at 6:30) without disturbing either Audrey or Brittany.

First thing this morning, as I was sitting at the dining room table working on my computer, I looked out the window and saw Julian – one of our Billy goats – wandering in the front yard. I alerted Mama and we both went out to herd Julian and Midas back into the enclosure. They were enjoying their freedom and were in no hurry to go back to their area.  I had left the gate unlatched when I fed last night because I left the enclosure from a different gate. The hard winds in the storms last night blew the gate open enough for the two goats out. My bad! I hurried to close the gates on the driveway, so we did not have to chase them down the road. Having done that, we guided them back slowly, circuitously to the enclosure. They both seemed to enjoy their brief visit with the girl goats. Once they were inside their paddock, I fed them and moved on the feed the other goats.

Brittany left with Audrey, headed back home fairly early this morning. Mama left with the girls as soon as Grandma and Grandpa arrived at the farm for Mama to guide them to a doctor’s appointment in Decatur. Grandma had an appointment with an orthopedist to get a shot in her knee. I am not sure which knee, but she was not looking froward to getting the shot no matter how much Mama reassured her that it would help with the pain – at least for a time. I encouraged Mama to get a shot in her left knee as well if we could afford it, but I am not sure she will do so. If she does, she should also get some relief from the constant pain she is in.

Tonight is church. Mama will get to show off the girls. She is looking forward to that. Tomorrow I will be teaching an 8-hour class.

Busy Grammy and Papi.