

Well, Tuesday is "D" Day - that's departure day. We got our 5th wheel Friday evening just before closing. Roger got his first experience of backing it down our new driveway - not exactly the easiest thing he's ever done.
And then, much to our surprise, our family grew by two!.
A dog had appeared on Randy & Shelly's porch that morning. The poor thing (a yellow lab pup - about 6 months old) had obviously been wandering for a while, as his collar was way too tight & his ribs were very evident. It's amazing that he survived such a busy highway as 29th Street! He was such a friendly thing - and Shelly has such a soft heart for furry four-legged creatures. She put him in their back yard and then asked if we minded if they 'borrowed' our back yard until they could find a home for him.
That turned out to be very short lived. Russ was quite taken with him, for he had been talking of getting a yellow lab pup, but had thought he would wait until Hayden was older. By Saturday morning the pup had taken up residence at Russ'. By Sunday afternoon he had been christened 'Moe' and had found a fast friend in the resident black lab, Zoe. Those two look like Oreo cookies, with Zoe being the original dark chocolate flavor, and Moe the new vanilla kind. By evening it was evident that he had been someone's family pet, for he's very gentle and loving; wonderful around kids. His only fault seems to be his puppy spirit, which translates into chaos in that big 'ol body of his. Although Shelly is running a 'found' dog ad in the paper, the reality is that with out any type of ID tag on him the chances of finding the owner is slim.. Regardless how it turns out, for now he is well-fed, with a soft bed and lots of love, and a playmate in Zoe.
Saturday was 'moving' day in earnest for the traveling Hughes. All the hours we put into the house has taken it's toll on us and we found we were worn out before we ever started on the 5th wheel! Made a "Sam's Club run" first thing Saturday morning to stock our freezer and then we began the tedious task of carrying 'stuff' out of Russ' house, loading it into the Blazer, then driving it next door - only to unload it & put it away in the 5th wheel.
Saturday afternoon Randy & Shelly dropped by to introduce us to "Ellie May" - the 6-week old Basset Hound puppy they had just picked up at the breeders. This makes #3 for them. She joins Myer, who's 11 and Emma Lou, who is just shy of a year. Seems Myer just wants to be left alone in her golden years - and Emma Lou needed a playmate. Ellie May seems to be a little spit fire who doesn't hesitate to let Emma Lou know when she's getting too rough. It won't be long, however, before those two will be quite a pair.
Quite simply, I think the Hughes family is going to the dogs! But, no matter, there is absolutely nothing sweeter than a 'baby' - whether it's got two legs - or four! All of these new 'family members' make it even harder to think about saying 'see you in September'!
Sunday - another beautiful day - and we took advantage of our delay to attend the morning worship service at the little church where we were married. My nephew & his wife (Dennis & Shellie Mathews) were leading the service with a gospel music concert. It was the first time we have been in town when they were doing a concert and it was great! Then this evening we took a break from packing and went to hear our grandsons, Wesley & Nicholas, in the spring Children's Concert at Meadowood.
Have to admit to getting a bit teary-eyed when a long-time family friend (Catherine Stephens) stopped us to share how much she enjoyed hearing our 'big' boys, Russ & Randy, sing in their men's quartet a couple of weeks ago. She went on to share that she couldn't help but think about how much my mother would have loved to hear them! When I say 'long-time family friend' - this is the lady that baby-sat my two older sisters the night I was born!
Turned out to be a late night, for Randy had decided to tackle replacing the bathroom floor in the old home place Sunday afternoon - and with any project with a 60+ year old house, it turned out to be more than he bargained for. He ended up having to replace the sub floor, and discovered it had been built with 'scrap' lumber from Tinker AFB surplus - from back in the 1940's. We took him a air nailer and compressor - and Roger lent a helping hand, but mostly moral support. He was 'stressed' as it is their only bathroom and he felt very pressured to get it back to operational status before bedtime. Being 'mom' I took the opportunity to chastise him for not calling us earlier; he hadn't wanted to bother us, knowing we were packing. We also reminded them that they could always run the water hose to their fifth wheel and drop a sewer line to the connection and have an 'outhouse' - complete with shower - available as long as needed. They hadn't thought of that until someone at church had offered them the use of a porta-potty that they use in their van when traveling with their kids. Funny how we sometimes get so 'stressed out' - and a solution is right under our nose (or sitting in our front yard)!




