(August 12, Tuesday)
Tuesday morning was a sunny day for the most part. We received word from Phoebe that we had received over one inch of rain back in Texas, something that was greatly needed there, as was in Arkansas when we were up there.
Our plans for the day were to head down to Wiener and help Grandma "Night-night" clean her house. Oh, and to try to find her keys. We prayed that the Lord would help us find them, if it was His will. Apparently it was not His will for us to find them, because we searched and searched and searched for them. In her car, under her couches, under papers, etc., etc., but to no avail. We finally thought of one more option. Maybe, just maybe, Uncle Paul might have a spare key to her car. Well, we would have to wait and ask him when we went to dinner that night.
In the mean time, we straightened up Grandma Night-night's kitchen a little, took out the garbage, and generally cleaned up around the place some. We wished we could have had a whole week with you, Grandma! Sorry that we were not able to do all that much.
Dad did trim the hedges on the side of her house though...err, he did what he could with a pair of 2" bladed loppers Why? Because....well, because...hummm. Can you guess? Ah ha! The keys to great-grandma's storage shed were on the same key ring that her house keys and her car keys were on. Remember? Those are the keys that are lost, right? (Thanks, Dad, for laboring hard at that task for over an hour in the hot sun. I know Grandma appreciated that very much.)
Well, we did what we could with the time we had and cleaned up Grandma "Night-night's" kitchen, which included cleaning the cabinet doors, wiping off the stove top, straightening and organizing the items on the counters, sweeping the floor, and doing the dishes. That was just the kitchen. Grandma McKnight has been given lots of canned foods and dry goods over the past half-decade, and it has begun to pile up. She dosen't really have a designated pantry, but in one of the bedrooms is what I would call her "storehouse" for food like the Bible Character Joseph was assigned with in Egypt. This room was in disarray, to say the least, and needed much attention. So, Grandma Kautt (Grandma McKnight's daughter, my Dad's mother) and I started the process of sorting, organizing, and reshleving items. Grandma McKnight was more than happy to let us have some of the items, so we packed those in boxes and stuffed them in the car. Needless to say, our car was quite a bit fuller when we left Arkansas than when we got there. Nonetheless, we are grateful to God and Grandma "Night-night" for this unique provision of our needs.
As mentioned above, we were planning, the Lord willing, to have dinner with all the Arkansas relatives again Tuesday night, so we all loaded up and headed back up to Jonesboro. No need to mention the mosquitoes though, right. Well, actually there were not as many this trip, surprisingly!
After dinner at Western Sizzlin' we all headed over to Peyton and Terri Lynn's house to visit for awhile. Sadly, I didn't take any pictures of this. I guess I'm just not used to being the photographer. Joel usually is the photographer, and he wasn't with us. Sorry, Joel, Mom, Abby, and Phoebe. I will try to remember to take more photos if there is ever another trip like this. Oh...and I'll try not to drop the camera either while trying to get up to the train tracks! : -(Besides, I was at the tracks about a minute before the train got there anyway, so I guess I should have taken a few more seconds to put the strap over my wrist. If I would have done this, I would not have dropped the camera when I tripped over that rock (or was it a pine cone?), and I probably would not have had to put the memory stick back into the camera, or the battery either, right? (Yes, all of this happened to me, and, amazingly, I reached the tracks about 45 seconds to a minute before the train actually zipped past. That's what jogging every morning will do for you, right guys?)
The train for which I nearly destroyed our camera while in route to the tracks!
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