Let's see... more changes. As of last Friday evening, Mama Trudy is not moving anywhere, yet. And we continue to trust the Lord. She is feeling much better the last four days. No stomach pain or nausea. Very little light-headedness.
Friday, we drove to Tulsa to visit Stephanie and family for the final time this summer.
Saturday morning, we went to the Tulsa Flea Market at the Expo Center and Stephanie, Taylor and Logan came home with a new puppy.
Sam is a long-haired Chihuahua, eleven weeks old. I know you may be thinking, "He doesn't look like a Chihuahua."
While Stephanie and the boys went into Academy, Don and I stayed in the truck with Sam. He quite the little snuggler.
See, Sam is looking more like a Chihuahua now, isn't he? Is that a cute face or what?
Saturday evening, Rick took us to Los Cabos for dinner before we went to Logan's football scrimmage.
Taylor and Logan.
Getting suited up.
On the field, number 12.
Logan running for a TD, carrying the ball. We lost count of how many touchdowns Logan ran.
There's a strange rule in the Indian Nation first grade league. If a player weighs over 60 pounds, they can not carry the ball. Logan got to carry the ball during the scrimmage, but when the season starts, if he still weighs 63 pounds (or more), he won't be allowed to carry the ball. That's kind of crazy, I think, and he will not like that at all. However, he's tough on defense, too.
Sunday, we went to church, which was really good. Afterwards, Steph packed a picnic lunch and we all went fishing at Lake Bixoma.
Sam was wore out when we got home.
Lake Bixoma is relatively small, but very pretty and peaceful.
Dillon and Maddie came over for the weekend, too. Maddie, I'm very upset with myself that I didn't get a picture of you after church this morning. You looked so pretty, but you always do.
Logan hunting for rocks to skip on the water.
Another surprise for me... I didn't see the bee until I transferred the pictures from the camera to the computer. 
Sunday evening, we thoroughly enjoyed the brisket that Stephanie had placed in the oven that morning, along with pinto beans, Paula Dean mac and cheese, cole slaw, Earl Campbell sausages that Rick grilled, and hot rolls. And for dessert, a slap-your-great-aunt-LulaBelle-to-die-for homemade Italian Bread Pudding. Oh!My! Yes, it's going into the Dessert Hall of Fame. Over this, Stephanie poured a vanilla creme sauce (minus the brandy because she couldn't talk her dad into going to the liquor store to purchase it :-)).... oh, yum.
Just goofing around with the pups is Taylor.
Siblings, Kristina and Taylor.
Well, after the fabulous dinner, Don decided we take a walk. Rick joined us and he and Don and two golf clubs made it as far as the nearest fairway across the street. Me? I took off down the golf cart path with my camera. Join me?
The sun setting through the trees.
Wow, I walked further than I realized and the walk back, up and down the cart path, was exhausting, but at the end of my walk, way off across the golf course about a hundred yards was this vision of beauty. Looks like something out of a fairy tale, doesn't it?
I'm sure glad we decided to spend the night Sunday night at Steph's because we were both exhausted after this full and happy day.
We are so blessed.
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