Joe and Cathy arrived from Bloomington in the afternoon. When Joe came in the door and saw Judy Kay's walker, Lucille's walker, and Joe's knee-walker, he said "You need a parking permit to come in here."
In Arizona, we usually buy a 20-pound sack of pecans every year. This year, Lucille decided she should buy a sack to bring "back home," so we brought her 17-pound bag with us in the motorhome. Since I was baking on Saturday with MY pecans, everyone who walked by the kitchen table had to have a few. So on Sunday, after we got Sunday dinner cleaned up, I brought in the sack of Lucille's pecans, my pecan-cracker from the RV, and put everyone to work. Even the kids helped, especially Mallory and Adalyn. David kept Joe's tray filled with the unshelled pecans, and he emptied the shells as our pans got full. Adalyn helped put the pecans into plastic bags. In just a couple of hours, we had 4 bags of pecans shelled and bagged, and I had my supply safely back in the RV.
Meanwhile, Mike had gone to town to get parts, and he finished the repairs on the outside faucet. Of course, the kids got a little muddy, but finally everything was restored to its original condition. The faucet is a little taller than it used to be, but it is back in working condition.
Although we had a refrigerator full of leftovers, it was decided that we all needed a Bobe's Pizza, so we loaded up into 4 cars and headed to town. We all LOVE Bobe's Pizza. By the time we got back home, Joe was getting ready to head back to Bloomington, leaving Cathy behind. Paul is probably glad to have another able-bodied person on tap, although Cathy might try to pick and choose her assignments. So far, Paul hasn't been so lucky -- he always has a to-do list from Grandma.
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