In Light of All the World Events....

.....I am still going to risk something potentially humorous. This has never pretended to be a political blog, and if one waits till all the earth's inhabitants congeal in a warm fuzzy blob of like-mindedness.....well......anyway......if you're looking for commentary on current events, look elsewhere. Cause, I'm just sick to death (and at heart) of politicians, news media, and most of all, I'm sick of judges.
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While up in Rochester for the three month stay after Loren's heart transplant, you may remember my visiting a nearby store that carried used and rare books. One of the gems that I picked up was, "Irvin Cobb At His Best." I thought myself unfamiliar with his work, but now realize that I had read a wonderful book, "Old Judge Priest," by the same author, Irvin Cobb.

Something must have rung a bell in my subconscious, for I plucked it from the shelf, read a few excerpts and determined to bid the proprietor down in price. I am so glad that I did. Having nearly finished, "Irvin Cobb at His Best, I would highly recommend him to anyone. Cobb wields the written word with much skill, using phrases and words in uniquely witty ways. Here is an example, as he compares doctors and tailors before undergoing an operation:

So far as I have been able to observe, the surgeons and the tailors of these times share but one common instinct: If you go to a new surgeon or to a new tailor he is morally certain, after looking you over, that the last surgeon you had, or the last tailor, did not do your cutting properly. There, however, is where the resemblance ends. The tailor, as I remarked in effect just now, wants an hour at least in which to decide how he may best cover up and disguise the irregularities of the human form; in much less time than that the surgeon has completely altered the form itself.

With the surgeon it is very much as it is with those learned men who write those large impressive works of reference which should be permanently in every library, and which we are forever buying from an agent because we are so passionately addicted to payments. If the thing he seeks does not appear in the contents proper he knows exactly where to look for it. "See appendix," says the historian to you in a footnote. "See appendix," says the surgeon to himself, the while humming a cheery refrain. And so he does.

(taken from pg. 27, "Irvin Cobb At His Best," by Irvin Cobb. Doubleday Doran & Company, INC. New York, 1929)

I don't think this necessarily appropriate for those below 15, not for the very occasional word that some might object to, but because Cobb often uses words that are seldom heard in everyday language. Someone too young would miss half of the humor, at least.

More literature recommendations at a later date, pending the whims of "Ma."

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Of Showers and Funerals

Last night my girls and I attended a celebration at our church for a new mother. Naturally, she brought along her sweet little newborn son.

Today all of the children accompanied me back to church for a funeral. This, too, for a little babe.

Last night there was laughter and joy, and much passing around of the little boy, dressed in soft jammies.

Today was for choking back tears, or just letting them run down your cheeks, unheeded. At the end of the service, the eldest, her brother, carefully carried his little sister down the aisle, encased in a wee white casket.

Last night was a time to rejoice in the firstborn, to admire the first grandchild. He will have no lack for love, nor will he want for Godly instruction.

Today we unashamedly wept with a mom, a dad, five siblings and assembled relatives. This little one was also loved, is mourned, but now enjoys the very presence of God.

Last night we heard the story of how the new father delivered his own son in the hospital. They had to remind him to cut the cord. (Did I mention he's an EMT?) It's easy to excuse a brief absence of mind, though, in the midst of extraordinary circumstances.

Today I was reminded of how doctors repeatedly encouraged termination of this pregnancy, after tests revealed a baby less than perfect. It is hard to fathom the mindset of those who think some babies (or adults) are worthy of life, and others are not.

Two birthdays. So happy for one family. So sad for another.

Welcome to the world, Jacob Daniel.

We'll see you in heaven, Hilda Suzanne.

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Family Update

Loren (53): Boy, give a guy a new heart and he becomes a maniac.

Those of you who were here for the July reunion/renovation may remember Loren as being exhausted just from sitting up for too long. Now, no one can stop his frenzied activity, especially as it pertains to computer work.

It is hard to think that this same man who was in the hospital last October, waiting for a new heart, has now metamorphosed into the mad scientist/laboratory builder that I see today. Remember that second floor addition? One of several choice spots inundated by neighborhood birds before the roof and soffits were repaired. He is fixing up "temporary" quarters to house all of his extra computer components, all nicely organized and just waiting to be tested and find a new technological home. He has put up lights, telephone, and hung a wall clock. (on a nail in a stud) I'm not sure what's next, but I'm thinking, maybe a little Cyclosporine bar, to go along with the stool purchased from Wal-Mart.

I guess he feels he has several years to make up for :-)

Loren's next fun-filled day-long checkup in Rochester should be around April 13. I'll give a more detailed update on his health, then.

Ma Hoyt (46): Shamed by Loren's examples of industry, I have discarded my afternoon snoozing sessions. I am also attempting to lose a few pounds so that they don't have to roll me into the auditorium when Ardith graduates from college this May.

Sanity Watch: I survived my first day without chocolate, and only noticed my vision wavering a few times. Course, accidentally bending my glasses might have something to do with it....

What I most enjoy, though, since getting back from Mayo, is the everyday wonder of sitting down with my little ones, reading stories, or listening to their blossoming efforts at reading themselves. I LOVE homeschooling.

Ardith (almost 22): Finishing up her last semester at Letourneau University in Texas. I believe the end of year project includes building one's own computer, or something like that. Including developing the operating system. (feel free to correct me, ma chère :-) She has landed a very good job with Rockwell Collins, up here in Cedar Rapids, and should start work there in June. I've said it before, but I'll say it again, "She inherited her father's brains."

Sharon (20): It has been so good to have Sharon home this semester. Though she missed the collegiate atmosphere, she very ably filled in during part of our long months away at Mayo, immediately after transplant. Summer jobs are hard to come by in these little towns, but she is helping Loren out in the unglamorous task of cleaning up after all those crazy birds. She is not too busy, though, to keep after Jason and Derek in their Greek studies, oversee Derek's composition, and continue with her own foreign language endeavors. (I believe she just started Arabic) Despite being off of school for a semester, she will still graduate with her class. Part of the Foreign Language degree requires study abroad for parts of two years. France and Argentina. She returns to Grace College in Winona Lake, IN this fall, as a junior.

Jason (17): Still firmly entrenched in the computer world, and hoping to follow his oldest sister to Letourneau. Short range plans include: LOTR mania, drilling his younger siblings in mock battles on the lawn, and working up a healthy dread of the ACT, which he takes April 9. Long range plans: develop a company that will eventually put Microsoft out of business.

Kendra (almost 16): Kendra is working extremely hard to finish her schoolwork ahead of schedule. We will have a little break in the routine when we travel to Texas for Ardith's graduation, and Kendra does not wish a return to academic studies when we arrive home. Spare moments are spent being grossed out by all the lady bird beetles hanging about. (and crawling, and flying and landing on your face...)

Derek (almost 14): Still the most unfortunate of (young) men. Loves to argue, hates to do the dishes and is operating under the impression that he will get his driver's permit shortly after his birthday in May. In your dreams, Derek! He may be frustrated with the amount of time his daily schoolwork takes, but he does very well. He does especially well when I don't catch him reading "Calvin and Hobbs." If he grows up to be a lawyer, you had better hope you never meet him in opposition.

Melinda (12): Has become Loren's right hand up in his "mad laboratory." She races through her schooling so she can be at his side, all the earlier. Every father needs a child who looks upon everything he does with eyes of respect and wonder. Naturally, I try to counterbalance this type of behavior with my own special words of truth. We wouldn't want this to go to his head. I can see Melinda following right in Ardith's footsteps. If she and Derek ever go into business together, the world had better watch out....

Carolyn (10): Still in that lovely little girl stage, "You're the best mommy in the world!" (and it didn't take all that much coaching, either) Trigger Lightning, her faithful stick-horse companion is nearly always at her side. They even sleep together, which says something for Melinda's easy-going personality, since she is in the other half of the double bed. Now that the weather has warmed, Carolyn loves to ride bikes with.....

Ethan (8): Still a bundle of energy who insists on charging from room to room. (I'm trying to break him of that) You would think he was a teenager, considering how much he eats. Unless it is something other than hot dogs or pizza. He is Mr. Enthusiasm. Just yesterday, he pumped up his back tire with such gusto that it gave off a very credible "pop!" But, of course, that wasn't his fault....

Nolan (almost 6): Pretty typical boy. Loves dirt. Forgets to bring his bike in. He is progressing right along in his reading skills, though. And, when he picks out a book for ME to read, it's almost always, "Horton Hears a Who." That one phrase in there, "A person's a person, no matter how small," has special significance, in this day and age.

Trevor (3): Well, I could tell you his faults, if he had any. Oh alright, I suppose he has some. He is still my "Sweetie Baby Bunny Boy," though I'm sure that nick name will not fly when he is much older. *sigh* At least he still wants me to hold him upon awakening each morning. Little kids are so wonderful to hold when they are all warm and snuggly. (he has "morning breath," too, but we mothers can overlook that :-)

Well, I must go. The natives have started muttering darkly of lunch.....

[ 9:25 p.m. I have been earnestly attempting to post ever since lunchtime. Blogger was having "issues," again]

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The Fat Report: Day 8

Thought I'd given up, didn't you? Well, I haven't :-)

Evaluation of Past Week:
-increased intensity and reps on Total Gym daily workout (6 days per week, alternating upper and lower body emphasis--I have been doing this for over a month)

-denied myself ANY trail mix. ALL WEEK LONG.

-took the 4-mile walk on four separate days.

-worked an extra hour at the church (usually it's between 3.5-4 hours weekly)

-cut down on portions

*drum roll............*

Stepped on the scales this morning to discover.........I had gained 1/2 a pound.

Well that's -----just---- SUPER. These are the kinds of results one can only dream about. In nightmares.

So, as I see it, I have several options:

1) Go back to what I was doing before, and keep gaining

2) Continue what I have done this past week and keep gaining, but at a slower rate

3) Start a completely new diet, made up exclusively of white bread, butter and chocolate

4) Find somebody to sue

5) Take drastic action

As fun as # 3 would be, I feel my only recourse is to take drastic action. Brace yourselves. Are you sitting down? *takes deep breath*

I shall forego chocolate, for one week. Yes, you heard me! Not even one Dove's. Not even a nibble of Sharon's leftover birthday cake, "Death by Chocolate." We shall see if this brings about any desirable results.

Naturally, with such extreme measures, a new daily category must be added:

"The Sanity Watch." Today's report? It's only been 3 hours, but so far, no hallucinations.

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(A Favorite Hymn)

My God, I Love Thee

My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heav'n some day
Nor yet for fear that loving not I might forever die
But for that You did all mankind upon the cross embrace
For us did bear the nails and spear, and manifold disgrace

And griefs and torments numberless, and sweat of agony
Even death itself and all for man, who was Your enemy
Then why, most loving Jesus Christ, should I not love You well?
Not for the sake of winning heav'n nor any fear of hell

Not with the hope of gaining all, not seeking a reward
But as You first have loved me, O everloving Lord!
Even so I love You, and will love, and in Your praise will sing.
Solely because You are my God and my eternal King!

Words by Fransis Xavier

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Snows of March

Swirling, whirling veil of white,
Falling o'er a springtime night.
Looking out at morning's light,
I was not amused.

Why can't winter lose it's bite?
How long till we find respite?
When will things be set aright?
I am so confused.

Oh, for warmth and sunlight, bright,
Birds and butterflies in flight.
Growth, to chase away the blight
Of leaden winter hues.

*sigh*
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(prose version)

It snowed overnight. Bummer.

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I Would Like to Thank......

--the guys at the grocery store meat counter: for friendly service, for excellent meat products, and for so adequately representing their stock by looking so...... well...... beefy.

--the driver who was following my 15-year-old daughter as she slowed down, with blinker light on, preparing to turn left. You displayed real machismo by pulling around us, and turning left also, at the very same time. We will always remember your shiningly bad example of how not to drive. And, I will always remember that you drove a dark green pickup, with "McDowell and Sons" on the side. Being the nice person that I am, I shall only call you a "jerk."

--Michael Schiavo, for trying to voice what your wife had told you, but had somehow neglected to write down. From your actions I can also presume that she instructed you to carry on with another woman, fathering two children. Husbands like you are hard to come by. Thank GOD.

--the EMT's who did not stop defibrillating my husband, ten years ago, even though he did not respond in the usual length of time allotted for resuscitation.

--the neurologist who did Loren's initial brain scan and found "very little brain activity." Thanks, so much, for not being the only doctor involved.

--Dr. Congello, who, after seeing Loren begin to deteriorate, induced an artificial coma. It gave his body a chance to rest and regroup.

--God, for giving me back my husband.

That just about covers today, and the week of Feb. 27-Mar 5, 1995.

I'll try and get to the intervening years, sometime.
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and that's all,

from the dark side of Ma

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The Fat Report: Day 3

Very good day. Sunny, almost warm. The kind of day that makes one think there is life after winter.

I managed to coax Loren out for a walk on the road. He was somewhat dubious, but I exclaimed of the glorious weather porchside, and he obligingly came out. Once we were down the road apiece it was breezier, but quite bearable. Also, it was just too late to turn back:-) We finished the usual 1.25 miles.

It was so lovely, that after accompanying Loren back to the house, I continued on around the "block." That means I walked over 5, count 'em, FIVE and a QUARTER MILES. And those last four came in right at 1 hour, indicative of just how fast I have to keep my short, clumpy legs moving.

Today's Task of Denial: I shall attempt to skip supper. For the most part. This is one deprivation that will not be continued beyond today. But there is good reason to abstain. Tonight is prayer meeting, and after that is monthly Birthday Fellowship. This is every child's dream and every chubby person's nightmare. Oh I realize it is portrayed as an opportunity to celebrate that month's birthdays and partake of fellowship. But, the secondary purpose, lying just below the epigastric surface is: Diet Sabotoge. (yes, you heard me, and no, I'm not taking any of it back)

But I shall be good. Now that I've blogged about it I have to be. Besides, it's rather fun to think of those poor, deprived fat cells, getting all bleary eyed from lipid withdrawal. I am hoping that by mixing things up each day, my fat cells will become so disorganized and demoralized, that they will literally jump ship. Like frightened rats of yore, if you get my corpulent drift
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Well, the kids are all through their baths on this church night, which means they probably won't be eligible for this prize.....

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The Fat Report: Day 2

It has been a reasonable day. Despite having no trail mix for over 24 hours, it would seem my sanity is intact. I have not been led to believe otherwise.

I did not weigh myself today for WE ALL KNOW what happens when one goes on a diet. One gains weight. At least in the short run. So, until I sense the time is right, or have a temporary lapse in lucidity, the scale and I are keeping our distance.

Today's Task of Denial: as well as foregoing trail mix, I skipped my daily afternoon snooze/reading session and tackled a job I have long considered potentially harmful, the bedroom. It was difficult to decide where to start, considering the imminent potential for collapse of several piles. One thing led to another though, and totally against my conscious will, I found myself drawn ever so slowly over to the closet. The closet, which I must confess was NOT cleaned before going to Mayo last November.

I discovered several interesting things, first, and not the least of which was the actual flooring. It was soon apparent, however, that while I was away, belts and hangers had been procreating in wild abandon. (one always hears of these scenarios in other homes, I.......I guess.......I just thought it would never happen to me......) Being left alone in that dark and quiet environment, things had really gotten out of hand, accessorily speaking. But I gradually pruned back the extra growth.

The second discovery was that, *gasp* my collection of clothes actually exceeded my capacity to store them. This was soon remedied, however, by my third discovery, that it would be a great boon to humanity if I gave away some of Loren's clothes. Just the ones I don't like. Few things bring such joy to the heart of a wife as the unloading of shirts that are 20 years old. I also parted with some of my garments. In fact, there are now 4 boxes waiting for Goodwill.

My afternoon snack consisted of cranberry almond cereal, which, surprisingly enough, compared quite favorably to the twigs of yesterday. When Cranberry cereal can be likened to an ice cream treat, you know you are doing something right.

Before newstime, yesterday, I completed a 4 mile walk around the "block." It was a little chilly, but there was only about one mile, there, when I couldn't feel my forehead. The good thing is: afternoons are optimal for pulling in my favorite big band/swing station on the transistor radio. The bad thing is: all that exercise really makes a person hungry......

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Fat "Ma's" Reality Blog

Well, I got on the scale the other day, and besides the usual creaking noise, I noticed a few additional pounds. It's official. In the month and a half being at home, I have gained back the entire amount of weight I lost being up to Mayo for three months.

I guess you know, THIS MEANS WAR!

Yes, that's right. "Ma" is mad. She's as mad as Caligula and she's not gonna take it any-more.

Resolved: to lose weight

Goal: 10 pounds before Ardith's graduation May 7 (or, get below Loren's weight, whichever comes last)

Means of Implementation: do one new thing each day of this week to further goal. Reevaluate at week's end.

Today's Task of Denial: eat no trail mix (so far, so good. I am sipping tomato juice)

Possible Means of Amusement: calling on "Jim" and "Bob" for updates on progress

Last Ditch Effort Kept in Reserve: walk 26 miles per day starting April 25

"To the palisade!"

*sounds of running, yelling and clashing of arms*

[4:00 p.m. update: Instead of trail mix (or a brownie :-) I have just downed a small helping of Kashi cereal. The outside of the box sports two ethinically diverse humans, one male, one female. They are literally beaming with health and vitality, exuding optimal nutrition from every pore. I only hope that I can be like them, someday.

The box also states that it contains, "20 % more granola and tastier twigs." I attempted culinary interaction with said "twigs." As a long time connoisseur of food, some of it tasty, I would have to say these replicas of small branches fall short of their modest claims. But, I would hazard a guess as to the whereabouts of the 11 grams of insoluble fiber.]

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Happy Birthday, Bach

It's Bach's birthday! As in Johann Sebastian.

320 years, to be exact.

The PBS stations are playing it off and on all day.

So, everybody go out there and play some Bach music.

Cause, like, Bach is beautiful, baby.

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A Carmen Commentary

Well, we went, we sat, we heard. *happy sigh*

But before leaving for the opera, we had to make certain those remaining at home were left with ample provender. (frozen pizza, leftover pop, and movies) Ok. That pretty much takes care of the guys and young girls. Loren may not be a fan of frozen pizza, but, hey, what's he gonna do? I know where he keeps his Cyclosporine and Prednisone, if ya know what I mean.

So, getting back to the "Ultimate Chic Night Out," we left on the hour's drive with plenty of light left, since I wanted to scope out the site before dark. (I don't see as well at nighttime, but don't tell anyone that, or they may not want to ride with me....)

Found the place with little problem, thanks to the directions I had printed off amidst a passing moment of great foresight. After eluding campus security, we headed off in what I thought would surely be the direction leading to restaurants. I was wrong. We turned about and headed off in another direction which sooner or later had to lead to food. It did not. We took another tack which, while offering experience in city driving, did not hold forth even one diner. Suddenly, I remembered exactly where I was, and exactly where I wanted to go. I had actually known all the time, I just hadn't remembered it until then. I think I ought to get half-credit, at least.

So, the confidence of daughters being once again renewed in their maman, we headed to the mall area, where places to sup literally leap from the pavement. We chose "Panera Bread." Panera having something to do with bread, I'm thinking we actually ate at, "Bread Bread." But it was very good, with relatively fast service. Owing to earlier directional faux pas, this last point proved crucial.

We dined, all three of us, on the very same meal: Asian Sesame Chicken Salad, with roll and lemon flavored water. I think they were still suffering from We're-not-going-to-get-to-the-opera-in-time Syndrome, since I picked first and they just followed with "me too." The salads were excellent. Even with the cilantro.

Plenty of time to get to the Gallagher Bluedorn Performing Arts Center and find our seats in the Mezzanine, next to last row. With this achieved, I sensed both Sharon and Kendra relax a bit, realizing that we had indeed arrived before curtain time.

Well, it was simply a delightful experience. I have never actually been to an opera before, and thus do not feel qualified to give an expert opinion, but it was enchanting. Oh, I supposed things weren't perfect. One of the male guys (not a lead) had a rather weak voice that did not project as well, and the second French horn player was sharp in two noticeable places. But really, for Iowa, it was a lovely performance. We enjoyed the whole atmosphere: the auditorium, the patrons sipping wine at intermission, the English translation up on a small screen. (I was surprised at this, but it was actually quite helpful)

Carmen was performed by Opera Verdi Europa. I'd give you a link, but apparently they are too busy to put up a web site. Here is what was listed at one concert site:

Established in 1996 by Ivan
Kyurkchiev, the Opera Verdi Europa
comprises 100 of Bulgaria’s best
singers, musicians and dancers, and is
gaining recognition as one of the
world’s most prestigious opera stagers.

Next year they are coming back to do, "The Barber of Seville." :-)

Now, a brief word to those who would wonder why a Christian would go to see a production describing a story with less than admirable characters. (Come on. I KNOW you are out there :-)
1) The music is utterly gorgeous. A repast for the ears.
2) There are times when I feel hearing a "secular" concert of excellent quality is just as profitable as enduring a "Christian" production of mediocrity. Perhaps more so.
3) I think it advantageous to be exposed to what are considered "classics" in different genres. This is a classic in the field of opera.
4) I can mention to my girls, "That sounds a little 'Carmenesque,'" and they will know exactly what I mean, without having to go into a 4 page description of why.

I would make one observation as to Performing Art Centers in general. THEY DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH WOMENS' BATHROOMS! We waited in a long but fast moving line at intermission, and still had to walk in after lights out for the second overture. That is my only complaint of the facility. It is a beautiful auditorium. And when the entire chorus sings in full voice, it just sets you back in your seat :-)

And, in case anyone feels those left at home were sad, let me assure you, "Mais non!" Along with eating pizza on paper plates, (less dishes that way) they indulged in not one, but TWO National Geographic tapes. "Volcanos," and "Dragons of the Galapagos Islands." So, now I have at least three or four kids who want to be Vulcanologists, or major in "Lizard Studies." Until the next video, anyway.

But enough of this frivolity. We are off to church soon, for communion :-)

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Big Day

Ardith and Heather arrived safely back at college around 10 last night, so that is good news.

Finished all my work at the church yesterday so that today I could.....

-go shopping, including Goodwill :-)

-possibly eat out

-go to the opera this evening

It just doesn't get any better than this.

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Two Home, Two to Go

Loren and Sharon arrived safely home at five this evening. Problems with getting a nurse to supervise the inhalation therapy (she was paged 3 times, with waits of 10-20 minutes each time) and hazardous road conditions.

Apparently, though the worst weather was supposed to be to the west, there were still nearly whiteout conditions. Loren thought they averaged 40-45 miles per hour. (the interstate allows 70) So, while it was not quite dicey, it was pretty nigh close.

Thanks to the Good Lord for bringing them safely home!

Now, we await news of Ardith and Heather getting back to Texas. I expect a call around 10, or so.
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Some have experienced trouble commenting, and I have experienced trouble editing, so we will just have to put up with it until the hard working folks at "Blogger" can get their capacity problems fixed up. I'd complain, but the service is free.
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{to Becky C. in Peru: I am still getting all of your emails, and still unable to get any sent back your way :-( I have contacted your mission board to see if they have an answer. If that doesn't work, I am pulling out the big guns and calling your mom! You wouldn't happen to have Instant Messaging, would you?}
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We'll close with a tiny little poem.....which, as is characteristic with most of my thoughts, just popped into my head for no apparent reason......

I met a little mangst,
Who had a little angst.
He thought about his life so much it
Gave him quite a pangst.

But then one day he woke,
And found that he was broke.
He got a job at Mac's and wound up
Selling fries and Coke.

The moral of this story:
(If I am not too borey)
"Over-analyzing life is
Far from hunky-dory."

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(it's also a good day to reproach "Blogger")

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Prayers for Travelers

I don't know how many people read this during the day, but I will ask for a few traveling prayers from those that do.

Ardith and Heather left shortly after 8 this morning to return to Longview Texas. The trip takes around 13 hours. Less if one wears heavy shoes. I try not to think that they go from snow-dusted, barren ground, to 80 degree weather. *sigh*

Loren and Sharon are heading in the opposite direction, up to Rochester. The "powers that be" up there, have finally scheduled his Nebupent therapy. There is some weather approaching from the west, but they will thankfully be missing the 10-12 inch snow warning. Still, one wishes we had not changed the snow tires on the little blue Toyota, yesterday. Personally, I would LOVE to lay the blame on someone(s), but, being the incredibly nice person that I am, I will forego that pleasure. This time.

Sharon will keep Loren company, study her Spanish and be available in the event Loren gets tired of driving. (hasn't happened yet) They are going through an area under a weather advisory, but have taken the red mini-van, which is still snow tire shod. One of the speakers doesn't work, but since I'm not along, I figure it's not my problem.

Plenty of students are traveling hither and yon, returning to their various places of higher learning.

It is a good day to pray.

p.s. "Blogger" is driving me nuts.....

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Almost Finalized

Well, the eldest child has been to Cedar Rapids and back, today, visiting her future place of incarceration, uh, I mean employment.

Ardith was given the tour by her boss-to-be, fingerprinted, taken out to lunch, and most importantly, shown the cubicle where she will be working.

This being a government job, entailing security clearances and such, I cannot go into great detail. I am not even completely clear on what she will be doing, but I will give you a few tidbits and she can clear up any misinformation. (is that clear?)

Basically, she will be working in the area of satellite communications. Now, as I understand it, this involves teaching the satellites how to operate their cell phones so they can play amusing games while waiting for information to be transmitted. Plus, the satellites can ask their operators to pick up a gallon of milk on their way home from work.

Also, there is the added advantage of being able to scope out the least busiest restaurant over the noon hour. I am hoping that some day, this technology can be adapted to find the optimal traffic flow for getting my kids to bed at a decent time. *makes note to have Ardith work on this*

The cubicle, too, presents all sorts of possibilities. I am encouraging my firstborn to go all out as far as decorating goes. No more of this Goodwill, business. We are talking Salvation Army, here, at least. Maybe even Wal-mart. With a decent *choke* salary it is time to start livin' the good life. (Just tell me the company colors, dear, and I'll start right on that knitted coaster and matching key-ring)

Isn't it lucky I'll be conveniently close by to advise her on these matters? It is no trouble. Really. That's what mothers are for.

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A Lego on the Floor

I walked into a room today
(As I have done before),
And quickly was accosted by
A Lego on the floor.

It sprang at me most stealthily
From off the carpet nap,
Causing me to howl in pain
And give the wall a "whap."

A tremor in that wall did start
And spread o'er all the house,
It killed a thousand ladybugs
And one in-di-gent mouse.

From there it traveled to the road
And knocked down power lines.
I tried to count how many
But lost track at twenty-nine.

The worst result, by far,
The one that terrified me most,
Was watching my computer die
And losing a great post.

The agony is over, now.
The blackout is no more. And,
To think that it all started
From a Lego on the floor.

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Good Vibrations

Well, we have some happy campers bounding about.

Jason: So, I am cutting up chicken to throw in the crockpot, and Jason interrupts my raw meat reverie with, "It's going great! I am installing Linux and everything is just going like it's supposed to! After my computer, I might put it on some of the others. Daddy eventually wants to put it on all the kids'......Hey Kendra, do you want me to put Linux on your computer?....."

(down boy, DOWN)

Melinda: Loren has a new faithful companion at his side in his makeshift computer workshop. Happy to sit and watch, listen and learn, Melinda (12) reminds me a lot of Ardith when she was that age. (it is almost scary, they are so alike) Attired in winter coats, Loren and Melinda emerge only to take nourishment or when they can no longer stand the cold.

Ardith: Accompanied by sister Sharon, and roommate Heather, the firstborn is down in the "Big City," checking out apartment locations. But, more important than that is the possibility of her getting season tickets for concerts and such. Then her "chère maman" will go down on occasion to share in the exciting night life of the theater and opera. Maybe even the zoo. I always hoped it was the right thing to send her off to college. I just didn't know the dividends would come back so soon.

Moi: Speaking of opera, I have, in my possesion, 3 tickets to see "Carmen" this weekend! I am taking Sharon and Kendra, who turn 20 and 16 this year, respectively. This is the first paid concert I have been to (I think) in 21 years. When Loren and I were young and brave, we took baby Ardith to hear the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra. (you remember, don't you, Ardith?)

Now, I wonder if I should rent a mink stole......?

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Riddles

Q: Children ranging in age from 3 to 17 happily paw through hundreds of pieces of plastic. References to "CPU," "case," "fan," and "drives" are mentioned. What is their mission?

A: The kids are building a computer. Out of Lego's.

Q: After Ardith drove all the way from Texas to Iowa, who is sleeping most of the afternoon away on the couch?

A: Her roommate, Heather

Q: You see a small apparition of what seems to be hip waders walking unaided. What is it?

A: Three-year-old Trevor in cowboy boots 10 sizes too big.

Q: A large basket of cloth assaults you in the rec room. Why?

A: The boys have forgotten to fold their laundry. Again.

Q: Under the guise of a cleanup project, extraneous computer equipment miraculously disappears from a cluttered room. Could it be the rapture includes non-living items?

A: Alas, NO. Hubby is making his very own computer testing lab out in the addition.

Q: Husband inquires as to the whereabouts of his vinyl sweats. Could he have plans to train for the marathon?

A: No. The "Mad Scientist" is preparing for endless experiments in a non-heated environment.

Q: How do small male children show their affection for their older sister who is home from college?

A: They play "pile on" and give tight squeezes around the neck, tempered with emphatic proclamations of, "But, I like you!"

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Spring Breaks, But Not For Us.....

Yes, that's right. It may be spring break for the college kids, but homeschoolers are made of tougher stuff. Or, it could just be that a certain amount of sustained academic exhaustion makes for an easier life. For me :-) *pops a chocolate* No spring or Easter break, no snow days, and no teachers's conference days. (I just confer with myself, and for some strange reason, I always come out ahead)

We have been busy little bees trying to clean and pick up. It won't be perfect, but who are we trying to impress? Ardith? I'm afraid she's lived with us too long. Heather? She has visited twice and has become enured to our ways. Nope. We've made a stab at every room in the house and that's good enough for one week. The master bedroom is still pretty, uh, "needy," but I figure we have to have some place to dump all the stuff from the other rooms! I'll get to it one of these days. *pops another chocolate*

And to think, I only had to change the sweeper belt twice. Now, if I could just get it to stop giving off that smoky, hot smell.......

[OK. Never, I repeat, NEVER buy a Bissel sweeper. I guess one can't expect too much from a 45 dollar cheapo which is primarily made of plastic. But, I DO think it reasonable not to go through 2 belts in one day. After the final breakage, I was forced to finish one carpet on my hands and knees with the "tools" attachment. *sigh* I'd sue, but I'm saving up for more sweeper belts....]

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Still Improving

This goes for Loren as well as the cleanup projects.

Loren still has a few remnants of his cold but is well on the mend. I imagine it takes longer to get over any type of illness when one is immunosuppressed. He is up and about, giving orders and keeping others and himself busy. His desk is quite clean now, but mine has suffered. Mostly from him bringing over papers HE was trying to get rid of. But I have rounded up a few old receipts that I shall soon toss his way. *smirk*

The latest of his endeavors, is setting up his own little work station out in the second floor addition. And here I thought he was just going to store things there. Instead, he has used one of the old kitchen counters as a work table and has all the old monitors, parts and tools assembled. That way he can test things and blow up capacitors and resistors in peace and quiet. I feel my mental stability increasing with each passing hour.

We are looking forward with tremendous excitement to a week long visit from Ardith and her roommate, Heather. They will be driving up all day tomorrow, so I'm sure they would appreciate your prayers. You might want to prayer for travel safety in general, as a host of college students are going on spring break. I expect a substantial increase in animal road kill numbers. Oh goody! Fresh food on the table :-) You know what they say on the Red Green Show: "Don't think of it as road kill, but rather, Organic, Free Range, Automotively Processed Meat."

Now, if only I had Granny's Clampett's receipt for Possum Stew......
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You may have noticed that it has not been possible to post comments on posts today. (or maybe not, since there have not been quite a plethora of responses, of late :-) The folks at Blogger assure us their "Engineering Team" is working on it, and they realize how "unacceptable" the situation is.
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I received my latest used book acquisition yesterday, "Amo, Amas, Amat and More. How to Use Latin to Your Own Advantage and to the Astonishment of Others." It is authored by Eugene Ehrilich, with an introduction by William F. Buckley, Jr.

Yes, "Ma" has started yet another self-improvement course! And what is even MORE exciting, I will share these little nuggets of intellectual gold free, that is, FREE of CHARGE. Yes, I knew you would be just as excited as I. Here is the first:

dulce est desipere in loco (DUUL-keh est day-SIH-peh-reh in LAW-koh)

Which means: "sweet it is to relax at the proper time"

Either that, or: "Ain't it great to be crazy"

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Back on the Line

There has been a major, I repeat, MAJOR realignment of the computer room.

But before that took place, Jason had to clean and shop-vac part of the second floor addition. Those of you who have seen that section, know that this was not a pleasant job. Let's just say, it used to be a bird sanctuary and leave it at that. His allergies were not amused.

That job freed up space to cart away unused paraphernalia from the computer room. Then it was time to start rearranging computers. Everyone's computers except Loren's, that is. This part of the game plan did not start until 4:00 on prayer meeting night. By 4:35 I gave up all thoughts of leaving the house. It was obvious that someone had to stand by on dust bunny patrol. I mean, the menfolk had made NO plans WHATSOEVER for cleanup. They were just going to move things. I carefully stayed in the background, ready to dart in and out at lightning speed with the sweeper. There were places that had not been cleaned for years, due to inaccessability. I think it is safe to say that the Lego's have been replenished.

They would clear one corner, and then I would zip in to catch the cobwebs. I sent Carolyn in with the lemon scented Pledge to hit the baseboards. When it was all done, we had a nicely neatened room, with nine computers all along two walls. We had no network connection, but at least it all smelled lemony fresh.

The network came back up the next morning, after the new "network card" was replaced by an old one, and an emergency tech support call was put in to Ardith. (thanks, old girl. Hope they won't mind at your new job if we call you from time to time. Heh, heh)

After that, Blogger was down most of the day, preventing any posts. No matter, though, for we were gone for five hours hitting two towns, two libraries, three stores, and lotsa wind. You have never had fun until you have driven a 15 passenger van during a wind advisory. But, that was NOTHING compared to driving a 15 passenger van over the Mississippi during a wind warning and a snow squall. *shudders* It was two years ago, but it's all so........so....... vivid...."sniff" *reaches for chocolate*

Well, duty calls. Now that we have new library books I feel hard pressed to come up with an excuse not to read.

But first, I have to get Trevor in his shoes and socks for bed. This is his latest little fad. For some reason, he thinks this important. I guess I could draw the line and absolutely forbid it, but one hates to make a big deal out of little things. I am just happy that, as a boy, he expresses an interest in wearing shoes. We can worry about the time of day, later.

Mind wandering......must go.......

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Progress

-Nolan read a host of simple sentences today. His mummy is very proud :-)

-I cleaned off my desk, thereby transferring a few brain cells from right to left.

-discovered the sweeper works better after removing a nite lite bulb (intact) and several wadded bills of play money, denomination unknown

-apparently, learning how to run the vacuum does not prevent 8-year-olds from sweeping up miniature light bulbs.

Technological Firsts of Note:

-My mom IMed me the other day. Of her own volition. She is 87 this month. Her daughter is very proud :-) *remind self to get birthday card*

-Loren hooked up computer speakers to my transistor radio and set it up in the kitchen. He was very nice to hide them behind the microwave. Especially after I lit into him about "messing up my kitchen." I apologize, O Handy Hubby :-)

Back to the Ordinary Stuff:

-I ordered the garden seeds today. Online, and probably on time for early planting.

-I remembered to take meat out of the freezer more than eight hours before supper. Two days in a row.

-Carolyn, after being tortured by a loose tooth, wiggled it and wiggled it and then pulled it out herself!

-the cleaning accomplished yesterday is still evident today. For the most part.

-cleverly played radio so that no one would grab the piano before I could.

-exercised restraint and kept post relatively short

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Bits and Pieces

Supper is over, the kids are sorting and folding clothes, and I am back on Loren's computer. I guess that will tell you something....

Since "Jim and Bob" have the night off I will give you a short report of life in the household:

- Loren is over his head cold. It was very nasty and he did get a fever at one point, but it subsided quickly so we did not report it to the medical people who now rule our lives.

- My computer is progressing to the point that it no longer freezes, it just reboots periodically. Usually when I am trying to play a CD. (I can't help but notice there is some lovely classical music playing on Loren's computer.....)

-Have done some cleaning today, in preparation for a visit at the end of the week from Ardith, Heather, and another young lady who is still unsure of whether she would survive if she came :-)
(we promise not to hurt you )

Two interesting verbal exchanges stand out in my mind. I was cutting freshly made brownies for snack as Nolan (5) looked on. He asked, "Did you put anything in them, Mommy?" "Yes, I put a few chocolate chips in the batter." "But, you didn't put in macaroni?" *????* "Uh, no. I didn't even think of it, actually....."

Tonight at supper there was a rather heated exchange as to the best type of watch/clock: Digital, or Analog. For some reason, the division runs precisely down gender lines, the girls being pro-analog, the boys favoring digital. Is this typical of the world at large? Or just another peculiarity to our family?

In my mind, analog has the other beat because of the great pictograph effect one gets at the same moment of time identification. Maybe it's because I am right brained. I do know this, you can't beat the analog system for timing labor contractions.

When Loren was asked which he preferred, he answered, "I have a digital watch, but I want an analog." I'm tellin' ya, the man has great political instincts.

Or, maybe his brain cells are in the process of migration.

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Finally, an Answer

You Are 40% Left Brained, 60% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?


OK this explains a lot of things.

1) Since all my migraines occur on the left side of my head, and since I am pretty sure I used to have a total of 125% brain power TOTAL, it is obvious that I have lost.....*thinks very hard*.....uh....(subtract from 65.....*takes off shoes to use feet to count*.......umm........*takes of socks to use toes to count*......let's see, I think that means I've lost25 percentage points from my left brain area.

2) Plus, there was that "trick" question on #5, where they ask you to pick between algebra and geometry. I mean, I don't even remember the distinction between them, other than one was computing numbers that weren't really there, and the other was finding the areas of figures that didn't exist.

3) Or, maybe the left side brain cells are migrating over to the right side....

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Boys' Bonanza

We went, we ate, we bought.

That pretty much covers it :-)

The sky dawned fair, on this most auspicious morning. As we headed out into the bright sunshine I mentioned to Derek, (who likes birds of prey) "We ought to see some hawks today. I often see them going down these country roads." *two or three minutes pass* "Look! There's one now...." *watch it wheeling in circles* (hmmm, there's something different about the way it turns....) And then a glimpse of the tail. A white tail.....a white head...."It's another bald eagle!" "Oh guys. You know what this means? It's a good omen! We will find a bunch of stuff at Goodwill!"

"Oh Mommy, you don't believe in omens, do you?" "No, no. Of course not. I was just kidding...."

Well, we continued on our way, with Jason driving, Ethan chattering, and Derek driving proxy from the back seat. I told the guys we had to hit at least TWO stores before stopping for lunch. *groans* A quick stop at SAM's Club, where Jason made the comment, "I'm ready to go home. My feet are tired." I replied, smugly, "You guys' problem is you spend all day sitting at your computers!" "I'm just not built for shopping," was his lame reply.

I bolstered their spirits by reminding them we had WAY more stores to go to, and we hastened on to our first Goodwill Store. I pulled into the parking lot, excited at the prospect of initiating my sons into the ancient art of thrift shopping. Our eyes were met by "Space for Rent," signs, plastered all over the windows. "Aarrrghhhh!" A store had died and no one told me. Is it just me, or has the whole world gone mad? Was that really a bald eagle we had seen, or just a turkey buzzard in a clever disguise?

Jason, of course, was happy as a lark, since this meant that there was one less place to walk his legs into the ground. But "Ma" is not one to fade under pressure. "Ma" is not without flexibility. "Ma" is not one to forego necessary torture to the young'uns. We purchased small snacks from a nearby store to fortify us for the Super Goodwill, or as we like to refer to it in retail resale, "The Big Kahuna."

I won't bore you with all the details of the hunt, but items were found and purchased. I did have to encourage one person in particular that, "No, you can't just gaze at a rack and expect something to jump out at you. YOU HAVE TO PAW THROUGH STUFF!" And, I did discover, belatedly, that some people's idea of checking for size is just pulling things off the rack and holding them haphazardly up to oneself. So, we did come away with a couple of shirts that are a tad big, but the color selection is really nice. *sigh* A couple o' more times and we'll have this down....

While Jason drove to and from Waterloo, I was allowed to drive between stores, giving Derek a chance to perfect his back seat driving technique. Every turn was "too fast!" "Mommy, aren't you going to STOP?!" Let a 13 year read through the Driver's Manual and he thinks he's an expert. Besides, everyone knows you have to drive with authority in the city :-)

Lunch came barely in time to stave off fainting spells. In fact, this was the main topic of conversation at the Goodwill checkout counter. The lady was smiling and it was once again clear to me that, whereas women think of shopping as a sport, men think of it more as a chore. Unless we're talking electronics. Then it's a WHOLE new ball game.

Arby's met everyone's expectations. Even the-little-boy-who-claims-he-cannot-be-filled. We conversed on several topics, but the discussion centered mainly around the advisability of having a burping contest, and, "why can't the girls be more understanding in this area?" We had a super time :-)

On to Wal-Mart, where Jason was privileged to purchase not one, but TWO pairs of shoes. I figure that when a guy gets to be 17, it's not too early to buy the first pair of new shoes in one's life. There are only so many useable items for men at Goodwill, and a fellow cannot postpone growth indefinitely, waiting for something to "turn up."

Ethan looked rather longingly at new tennies, but I soon squashed that with, "Ain't no WAY I'm buying new shoes for two people in one day! Besides, you already have your new 84 cent flashlight. New shoes may smell nice, but just try using them to read a book in bed." In thinking of Nolan and Trevor at home, (and possible squabbles) I picked up two more flashlights.

These last little purchases proved invaluable. Not only were they the source of great amusement and fun for two potentially ornery boys, but those two put on a rather credible light show during Lawrence Welk, tonight. I give the batteries about 2 days.

All in all, a successful day, with the most crucial clothes items acquired. Upon our return, however, I discovered that "cute little Trevor" had turned off my computer. He readily fessed up, and then I just as readily meted out discipline. *sigh* Not all of his "helpfulness" results in disaster. Apparently, remembering that we had neglected to properly dispose of a VHS tape three days earlier, he procured the right case, went to the VCR, pushed the "eject" button, and calmly put away the tape.

OK, so he has some electronic savvy. But, I'm thinking the real question that remains unanswered is....

........can he shop?

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Preparations

The young menfolk are keyed up in anticipation of a huge, we're talkin' HUGE event scheduled for tomorrow. I speak, of course, of the inaugural launching of the first, ever, "Boys' Bonanza."

Over the years, the boys have always scorned us womenfolk going off to our twice yearly attack of the Goodwill stores. Oh, they complained a little bit about our stopping at Arby's to eat lunch, but they were supremely glad to be left out of that tiresome chore of acquiring "new" (as in different) clothes. We always threw them a few bones for pacification purposes, such as a video and hot dogs for supper. The video helped entertain the little kids and the hot dogs were something they could actually be trusted to make properly.

Maybe it's the new age of the sensitive male, or maybe these guys are just growing too quickly out of their clothes, but tomorrow I am taking 3 males on a shopping trip. Jason (17), Derek (13) and Ethan. The last boy is only 8, but his capacity to feel slighted knows no bounds, and he thinks big. He thinks he should be about 15.

But, just to prove they were not giving in entirely to female pursuits, they engaged in a raucous out-of-doors activity that we shall call "WARFARE." It centered around the old blue van and involved using decrepit tennis balls as grenades.

Then, having reestablished their predatory and conquering roles for one more day, they assumed civility and came indoors to clean their room and fold their clothes. (a prerequisite to the big day) This would have worked better if I had remembered that their light switch is out of order, but a proper boy never allows hindered sight to hamper his cleaning efforts. In fact, it usually works out better that way.

And so, they look forward to tomorrow. I have a sneaking suspicion they are mostly going for the chance to have lunch at Arby's. I wonder if they will be so enthusiastic after we hit the second Goodwill store? I wonder if the perfect clothes are waiting, just for them, on some shadowy rack, or in a neglected bin?

Oh well, at least they will have achieved fast-food parity.

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AAAW

"Hey, I might have to blog about this..."
(Sharon) "Yes, I think that would be entirely appropriate."

And so, with this endorsement :-) let me call your attention to an article announcing "ArrhythmiA Awareness Week ," in the United Kingdom. It might only be of interest to those in our family, but I am reminded of what good care we receive here in the United States. You know, where the government isn't in charge of health care.
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Well, now, Loren officially has his first cold. He is up and messing with computers, but feels somewhat miserable. Not involving a fever he is not required to report to the doctor. "This is as bad a cold as I have had in a long time," was his comment just moments ago. I guess I will have to lay off any complaints about my computer.
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Speaking of which, :-) I just want folks to know that we have a normal life, too. It is not all computer hostage situations, interviews with the nation's leading reporters and sick poems.

Why, just today I actually made a large pot of chocolate pudding. Yes, 'tis true, "Ma" can cook. Tonight I have a sumptuous feast planned that involves hamburger and mashed potatoes from a box. Just one of the perks of livin' in the country. Good, home cooking.

I would blog more, except for the fact I have nothing of substance to say because every time I get a migraine (which is dissipating) I lose a tremendous amount of brain cells. Plus, I have to move quickly, in the event my computer freezes and I lose my post. But, as I said, I'm not going to make a big deal about that right now.....

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Oh yes......

....I was going to explain something from last night's post. (not to be confused with this morning's poetic rant)

Originally, we were to stay up in Rochester until shortly after noon today, due to one 45 minute NebuPent treatment having to be scheduled today, instead of yesterday. (It's not that we didn't have time, they couldn't schedule it, for some reason)

But, as they say in renowned literary circles, ANYWHO, we were prepared to stay for one more day, having made motel reservations for two nights. But, HARK, we were hit with dread, when we realized we had left the little vial of Pentamadine at home! Oh woe! To think that we had erred in such a way! For, after all, it is clearly marked on the orders that we received today. Yes, I am talking TODAY! Mayo neglected to drop them in the mail until Monday, the day we drove up. Now, I am in awe of the U.S. Postal system just as much as the next guy, but methinks this just a tad late.

But getting back to "the situation of dread", we sorted through various contingency plans. We could leave Loren there and have me drive back home and bring it up the next day. We could try and finagle some drugs from the Mayo Pharmacy, which is loath to allow you anything if you already have it at home. Or, we could hope to get refunded the second motel night and both go home. We opted for the latter, reasoning that the extra gas would still cost less than one more night at the motel.

It was then that "Ma" jumped into action and tore over to the motel to retrieve our gear five minutes before checkout time.

The day was completed, and we drove off into the sunset, arriving home with the usual fanfare of young children throwing themselves upon us :-)

Immediately, I sought to retrieve the forgotten med, only to discover it was nowhere. Upon checking the records, Loren found "someone" had forgotten to order the prescription. I won't go into detail as to who's fault this was, other than to say that, as usual, Loren and I are totally without blame.

However, I DO think all this is part of the reason I am fighting off a migraine. Oh yes, I really do....

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Ode to Old Technology

Ah, the transistor radio. How do I appreciate thee?

O midget spawn of vacuum tube,
Let me enumerate thy good.

I love thee for thy simple ways,
For "Classical" and "Bluegrass" days.

I love thee in the gloom of night
When "Big Band" tunes make all things right.

But mostly I doth love, because,
(despite moments of awkward fuzz)

Your lofty goal is but to please,
Unlike computers, who would freeze.

Your cost is most affordable,
And yet, you are so portable.

You have no need for motherboard,
Or hook-up to that "rogue," untoward.

That vile and torturous, vilainous cad,
(and may I say, "He's very bad.")
That beast which far from making glad,
Doth seek each day to drive "Ma" mad.

Despite the technologic perks,
Where complicated parts do lurk,

Just give me simple stuff, that works!
(Or you may see "Ma" go berserk.)

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The Mayo Report

(2nd time, after computer froze)

We are back from Rochester a day early, which I will explain later.

For those who like statistics, here are the latest ones on Loren.
-Cholesterol 262 (still high)
-HDL: 72 (this is good)
-Triglycerides: 299 (I don't think this is particularly good)
-White count: 8.3 (a little on the low side for immunosuppressants)
-Potassium 4.4 (pretty good)

*sigh* I guess it is time to take more drastic steps in lowering the cholesterol. Time for lowfat ice cream. Time to downsize from whole milk to 2 % then 1 %. The doctor wants skim milk, but frankly, I see little difference between that and a white crayon dunked in water. A very small crayon.

The doctor also wants to start tapering Loren's Prednisone, but won't do that since Loren had another 1a rejection biopsy today. They would like him at "zero rejection" to start the steroid taper. So, they are increasing his Azathioprine, in hopes of achieving a perfect biopsy score. The next appointment has been put off until six weeks from now to give the increased dosage a change to work.

But overall, the situation looks good. Everyone seems pleased with how Loren is doing.

I'll try to get some links posted concerning those meds, soon. I am afraid to spend too much time here, since my "new and improved" computer has already frozen up on me once tonight, necessitating a hasty scribbling on paper before resetting.

Oh yes, Jim and Bob say "hello."

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"Nevermind Reloaded"

Nevermind that there was hardly any good music on the radio driving up here. One can always look at the lush brown scenery.

Nevermind that we arrived at the motel and I discovered I'd left a few "items" behind. I can borrow from Loren and wash stuff out in the sink.

Nevermind that I couldn't find Loren for a while, after I parked the car this morning. Men were put on this earth to teach women patience. (I'll bet you thought it was the other way around, didn't you?)

Nevermind that they didn't mail his orders out on time. We only had to wait 15 minutes for the transplant floor to open.

Nevermind that the printer was "down" and we still couldn't get the orders. It only took another 15 minutes to find that out, and at least they told us where to report for the heart biopsy.

Nevermind that a heart biopsy takes a good 2 hours. There are 2 computers in this lobby with internet access :-) Hooray!

Nevermind that news has just come out of an emergency at St. Mary's and they haven't even started the biopsy of the man ahead of Loren and the other two guys.....Um.....don't they have more than one doctor here? Oh, nevermind......

(more cheery comments as the day progresses)

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