Last Sunday afternoon I drove back from Miranda's house, arriving just in time for our weekly family zoom call. It is always good to visit with family and have a gospel discussion with them. After two plus weeks on the road, it was good to return home. While it is nice to be in the comfort and quiet of my own home, sometimes I long for the commotion and activity of little ones in the house.
The grass was starting to get out of control, as was the pasture. So after running on Monday, I mowed most of the yard, but had to raise the deck due to the height of the grass. I was able to finish mowing on Tuesday and then started bush hogging the pasture. After 90 minutes the tractor started going a different direction than I was steering it. Close inspection revealed that the drag link was disconnected; the ball joints popped out of their sockets they were that worn. I did not want to leave the tractor in the middle of the field in tall grass, so I tried to get it the hundred yards close to the barn and cut grass. It did not want to cooperate. I could get the wheels headed in the right direction by lifting the front end with the bucket, but they still insisted in going to the left. Finally I put it in reverse and did a 270 turn, then went forward. I had offset the heading just enough so the tractor ended up where it can be more easily worked on.
I called the nearest John Deere dealer, 48 miles away, and ordered the part. Friday morning it was in and I drove over to pick it up. Unfortunately, it was not the correct item; there are several possibilities and this was not the one. I had taken in the old part and the parts man was able to identify the correct one. I anticipate a call early in the week and I will make another trip to Harrison. Yesterday I tried to remove the ball joint from the steering linkage; it does not want to budge. Getting the right part may be the easy part of this ordeal.
Tuesday I took the truck in to determine the cause of my power steering fluid leak; it had been leaking for a month, but I did not have time to get it corrected before heading west over two weeks ago, so I just kept adding fluid to the reservoir. Used a quart in that time, but it worked. Turned out it was a leaking pressure hose and 90 minutes and less than $100 later, I was heading home.
Wednesday I met with one of my tenants. He has sediment in the water from all faucets, but only after it rains. He had the water department come out to inspect the meter and they said it is not due to the city water lines. So tell me, how do you get dirt and small grass clippings in your water supply with a pressurized system? And only after it rains? My plumber friend with 35 years experience has never seen this phenomena.
Wednesday Susan and Steve arrived in time for dinner. They will be spending two weeks here. It is nice to have other adults in the home, although I suspect they may get tired of my talking. Steve has already 'changed the oil' in one of my clocks that was slowing down.
Katie had made arrangements with the Memphis Temple to take out her own endowments on Saturday; we were looking forward to being able to attend this momentous event. Then mid week we learned that her brother Aaron was being quarantined due to another student's virus infection. By week's end, Kera, Andy, one of the girls and Aaron were mildly sick. So Katie has rescheduled to later in October.
I have been teaching seminary three weeks now. While it is nice not to have to meet in a classroom, I miss establishing a more personal relationship with the youth. One youth runs cross country; the team had a meet on Thursday, so on Friday I inquired how the meet went; he responded that he did a virtual run in his neighborhood because he was in quarantine due to another student having the virus. So far he is healthy.
The weather here has been marvelous. Night temperatures are in the high 50's or lows 60's. Daytime has been in the 70's until this weekend. According to the weatherman, it will be cooler this next week. I turned the AC off last Sunday evening, and it has been on only a couple of hours since then. I like it!
I spent time this week going through Sandy's office. I was able to organize her desk and discard a lot of stuff. There are 10 file cabinet drawers; I was able to go through half of them. The office looks like a tornado hit it; there are a variety of piles, one is trash, one to burn, one to this child or another. And I need to first go through all the files to determine what to save before I can put the need to keep items away. A lot of discarded items are her writing notes from various conferences and trainings she attended over the years. And then there are files like the voluminous one from the sale of the trailer park over 15 years ago - it went into the burn pile.
Rebecca kindly had a large family picture made from our July reunion (thank you Kendra and Cyrus); where to put it? I like the current family pictures and did not want to replace any of them. So I removed an oil painting that Sandy had purchased 30 years ago and was hanging in the dining room and hung the picture there. I would much rather see family than a seascape!



















