Toby missed his flight from Houston to OKC, probably because he had been up and traveling for over 24 hours. It was not really a problem for me, because I was stuck in a traffic jam in OKC. Here is the age old question: When two lanes of a freeway are at a standstill why do people try to switch lanes when they have no clue what the hold-up is? Another question: When everyone figures out that they must be in the right-hand lane and they are melding together nicely, why does some a-hole zip past all of the cars, rush down the single line of cars, and expect to be let into traffic again? Last question: Why does anyone let the a-hole in?
Toby arrived in OKC about 10:30 pm. We had to locate his luggage since it had been on an earlier flight, but it was not really a problem - just time consuming. It was really nice to get him home. It is kind of funny that he had the same cold that I had although we had been a few continents apart for 4 weeks (maybe you really can pass a virus through the computer:). We had planned on kicking around OKC for the day, but new information surfaced to change that plan. It seems that Toby may be leaving for Calgary, Alberta, for another 4 weeks of auditing. This time, I can go with him (lots of if, ands, and buts to work through). When I told Toby about all that needed to be done around the house before he went anywhere, we decided to head back to Duncan. We still killed some time stopping at all of the motorcycle shops along the way.
Most of Saturday was spent recouping, but Toby also got the lawnmower working so that we could get the grass mowed. The weed-eater needs professional help. After church on Sunday, we spent the rest of the day working on Bo and Sara's new house. They have bought their first home. It is very cute, but it does need some work. For some reason one bedroom had been covered in dark paneling. This came off pretty easily - Bo called me the best de-construction worker around. While the men-folk continued to tear things out in other areas of the house, I textured the walls in the bedroom that we had pulled the paneling out of - because I am the mudder! We worked on their little house until 9:30 last night. Man, I am out of shape. Construction work just takes lots of bending, stepping, arm raising, etc. I had plaster from my head to my toes. Jesse came and helped. Besides being a great worker, she is comic relief. She did a few "I Love Lucy" moves that had me laughing.
Mudder and Daughter - taken two years ago when we were working on our house.
In typical Baggett style, we need to figure out the whole Canada issue - are we going, when, how, etc. We have a week to get this figured and get things stableized here at home. We will also continue to work on B&S's new house. This could be a busy week.