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November 24, 2009: New Bod So today is my 44th birthday and my present to myself is this new body. DD#1 told me yesterday that my jeans were hanging off my butt. Today I scrounged up a pair of smaller jeans from my closet and I have to say that I do look pretty darn good. I'm wearing my cowboy boots, too. My mother's plane in leaving Cleveland about now, and she'll get here a bit after lunchtime. I did my Thanksgiving shopping yesterday. All that is left is to pick up the turkey and we'll do that this afternoon. And now it's time for a cup of chocolate velvet coffee. Yum.
November 22, 2009: Sleepover I chaperoned the band sleepover Friday night, even though DD#1 only stayed until midnight (I suspect she wanted to sleep in until noon, as she did, instead of having to get up at 8 a.m., as we did). It was great fun. I learned how to play "Sardines," which is a version of "hide-and-seek" in which you hide with the person when you find them, until everyone is packed into a tiny little space. And we played "Samaurai," in which two contestants are put into a circle blindfolded in a dimly-lit room and given a styrofoam noodle with which they have to whack their opponent before their opponent whacks them. I was pitted against DD#1, of course, and she got me before I got her. I would have liked to have played dodgeball, but I got there at the end of the game. The husband always asks me how I enjoyed reliving my adolescence when I return from band events. In many ways, it's a lot more fun now. Yesterday I was tired enough that I just sat in my knitting chair and worked on Taste of Aran Afghan squares. I've got two done and a third one about half-complete. I watched the University of Montana Grizzlies beat the Montana State Bobcats in the annual Cat-Griz game, and for dinner I grilled some marinated petite sirloin and made a salad and baked potatoes (my dinner was grilled chicken breast, a salad, and the last of the strawberries). I did get some pics of the last project from the newsletter, and I will get those posted tomorrow. In the meantime, here are some pics I took yesterday: Dead hops fruit. Dead, but still pretty.
A hole left by a very large burned-out stump from our burning operations. I thought it was so cool that there were holes left where the roots burned out.
The diet continues: I'll do my last injection on Thursday, and next Sunday I'll be able to triple the number of calories I've been taking in. I have to say I am looking forward to it. I'm still hitting mini-plateaus, so the weight loss is a bit slower than it was initially. When I started this, my doctor suspected I might get down to about 145 or so. This morning I weighed in at 147. I am pretty sure I will hit 145 soon, and after that, anything else I lose will be a bonus. I can always do another round of injections in a couple of months if I think I need to lose a bit more. On the other hand, if my metabolism resets properly, adding more exercise might now do what it's supposed to, which is to tone me up and help me shed a few more pounds. I would like to have the website switched over tomorrow morning. I spent more time than I should have on a problem Friday: the invoice page which appears after a customer places an order includes their billing and shipping data, as well as a detail of the items purchased. If one of the items purchased is a downloadable file, the download link appears in the invoice as well as in the confirmation e-mail that gets sent to the customer. The download link is about 100 characters long. In Firefox and IE, the download like wraps nicely and fits within the confines of the table. In Safari, the download link DOES NOT wrap, and blows the table open. I have no idea how to fix that. I am figuring it's not a huge problem, as most people apparently aren't using Safari. It irritates me, though. You'll notice that the blog format has changed slightly, and will continue to change until the move to the new site is complete. Some links on the blog page may not work for a while. I beg your indulgence and patience until I get everything sorted out.
November 20, 2009: Incompatible Careers Occasionally (very occasionally, as I hate to waste my valuable time on "what if's"), I wonder what my life would be like if I had chosen to go to medical school or if I had chosen to stay in science. Of the former, I am pretty sure I would be miserable, given my intense dislike of and contempt for our current medical system. Of the latter, it became apparent early on that what I wanted from my life and what science wanted from me were two items that couldn't exist in the same space. And today I ran across a Newseek article that sounds like something I could have written. Entitled Is Motherhood Keeping Good Scientists Down? How To Fix Research's "Mommy Gap," the article explores why motherhood and scientific research are incompatible. One line in particular caught my eye:
If it had been up to the powers-that-be in grad school, not only would I not have been able to take time off to have a baby, I wouldn't have had time off even to date the husband. I remember my advisor saying to me that my weekend trips from DC to Pennsylvania were going to have to come to an end, because they expected me to be in the lab 24/7 when I wasn't in class. And just that easily, my decision was made. Nothing at that point was worth giving up the husband or the possibility of children. Some may argue that that is my biological destiny. Maybe, maybe not. Other countries make it possible for women to do both. All I know is that it was the right decision for me. It bothers me sometimes from the standpoint that I was a pretty brilliant scientist (albeit a young and inexperienced one), and part of me feels that I could have made some significant contributions to society had I stayed in science. But then I have to remind myself that I have made some pretty significant contributions to society in the form of my two girls. And if American society refuses to structure itself so that it enables everyone to fulfill their potential (all of their potential, not just some of it), then that's society's loss, not mine. Thank you all for the comments and words of support yesterday. We still have more questions than answers, but hopefully the answers will come. I am hoping to launch the new website on Monday. I am working my way down the punchlist of things to do. Hopefully you all won't see a lot of changes, but the checkout and payment process should work a lot more smoothly.
November 19, 2009: A Big Dark Cloud On the surface, I think my family (my extended family, the one I grew up in) is pretty normal, but if you dig a little deeper, you soon realize that we have had more than our share of family tragedies—people dying way before their time. My paternal grandmother has outlived three of her four children. Two of my cousins died in their 30's and one in his 20's. . . the latest happened yesterday, when one of my cousins was shot in the head in his bed early in the morning. We know very little about how or what happened. We're waiting for more information from the police. It's not like we—as a family and individually—make bad choices. My cousin was a hard-working, well-respected guy who started a landscaping business right out of high school and had a very successful tree service. He lived in a quiet neighborhood. For some reason, though, there seems to be some kind of big dark cloud over us. I can't even pretend to understand it any more. I don't. Sigh. I had a productive day in my office yesterday. I got enough little stuff taken care of that I can now turn my attention to finishing the newsletter and the new website. My sister sent me a link the other day to a program that Lands' End is sponsoring called Feel Good. From the Lands' End website:
There is also a link on the site where knitters can download a hat pattern and gift tag. And now it's time for another cup of tea before I tackle my to-do list for today.
November 16: Plateau Well, I didn't lose any weight from yesterday to today; the same thing happened last Sunday. (I keep a chart of my progress.) I know it's because I don't drink enough water—I am running around doing church stuff and I don't think about it. I'll get back on track today. I'm just glad I survived another church potluck without eating anything I wasn't supposed to. I wore a dress to church yesterday that I haven't been able to wear for a couple of years. That was great. It's been such an emotionally draining week that when I sat down last night, I had a heck of a time concentrating on my knitting. I cast on for the first square of the Taste of Aran Afghan reknit, and I had to fix mistakes at least a half a dozen times. It was like I had suddenly lost the ability to read my own patterns. I got it straightened out, though, and got a fair chunk of the square done. The second draft of the newsletter is off to my tech editor. I know I still need to get pics up here; I simply haven't had time to do it. The sweater that still needs a photo taken requires a young lady to model it (younger than either of my two). I have a young lady willing to do that for me, but it's a matter of coordinating our schedules when we are both at home and it's light outside. The house and property behind us is up for sale. The husband said to me a few months ago that if it ever went on the market, he was going to suggest to his father that he buy it. His father lives in Colorado by himself. We've known for a while that we might eventually want him to be a bit closer to us. All of our parents are in great shape, but we're trying to be proactive. So we'll see if that pans out. I am at school again today and tomorrow morning. While I love being there, it will be nice to be home at least one day this week to get some work done in my office. I do want to get back to Cables 2. Even if I get one page written a day, at least it will be forward progress.
November 15, 2009: Stargate Confused I got the house cleaned yesterday morning, did some laundry, and then sat down to finish the Atlante scarf and catch up on Stargate Universe and Sanctuary recordings from Friday night. I am beginning to wonder if the writers of SU set out to be deliberately obtuse in their plotlines. The pilot episode only made sense to me after I had watched about three subsequent episodes, and this most recent episode—Time—still baffles me even after watching it twice. Thank goodness for the DVR. It's not that I don't understand the science behind the show—I get it that the wormhole ran through a solar flare which disrupted it and caused it to connect back to itself so that every time something went through the Stargate it just went back to the same place, but at an earlier time. Yeah, I get that. What I didn't like is that there was no resolution to this episode. It ended with the entire crew dying even after going through the same timeline more than once, but the previews for next week show the crew back in one piece, sailing through some new galaxy. How many times did they have to go through that timeline before they figured out how to save themselves? It was a great plotline—why did the writers abort it prematurely? Then again, maybe pieces of it will show up in future episodes. Still, I do like that show—it's like a grown-up, slightly more sophisticated version of Lost in Space, which I watched every day as a kid. I did finish the Atlante scarf. It's a two-skein scarf, so I did each half with one skein and then joined the halves together with a three-needle bind-off. I like the pattern a lot and I think I do want to do it as a shawl. But now I need to get started on DD#2's dress. I've never done a dress before. This will be kind of exciting. This is the spec sheet she drew for me:
I can work with this. It's more information than I usually give myself for my own designs.
November 14, 2009: Appreciating the People I loved Crazy Aunt Purl's Friday the 13th blog post yesterday. For some reason it struck a chord with me, especially this part:
I got into a bit of a tiff yesterday with someone on a thyroid forum I belong to. A few days ago I posted an informative post to this forum about the hcg diet—what it is, how I got to the place where I felt I had to try it, what I hope to accomplish, etc. I figure if it helps me, it might help other people, too. I got a couple of replies offering support and interest in this journey—and one post from someone who felt it was her duty to warn people away from what I was doing. She stated that she had studied nutrition and that if people just ate good calories and didn't overeat, there would be no need for this diet. Well, sorry. I've been 20 pounds overweight long enough that I know that "eating less" and "eating healthy" and all those other cliches that people throw around so casually have absolutely no bearing on the reality of my world. I ate less. I ate healthy. My metabolism is still damaged. I asked this person to remember that it isn't that simple for everyone. She got angry and her subsequent post contained so much misinformation about this diet that I finally asked her not to criticize the diet or those of us doing it until she had done a bit more reading and could speak from a position of knowledge. I love a healthy debate as long as it's done on a basis of facts, not suppostitions and accusations. But it finally occurred to me that she was probably speaking from a position of fear, and it wasn't about me—her issues were about her. I have no idea what's going on in her life and why she felt it was necessary to vent like that. We let the discussion drop. I know that there will always be people who feel it's their job to tell you what THEY think about what you're doing, and that's fine. From now on I will just channel Crazy Aunt Purl and smile and say thank you. Or at least I'll try to. I have a lot to do today. The top of my desk keeps getting buried despite my best efforts to keep it clean. I'd like to make enough progress this morning that I can sit and watch Sanctuary and Stargate Universe this afternoon and knit. Wish me luck.
November 12, 2009: Tired It's been one of those weeks. I've worked at the school every day and had something happening every night. When the husband and I got to our fire department meeting last night, one of my friends asked me if I was okay. "You look tired," she said. People so rarely tell me that I look tired (they tell me I look lots of other things) that I must indeed look a bit less perky than I usually do. And I'm still reeling from some terrible news I received about a friend yesterday morning. That was hard. I'm sure that contributes to the way I look. DD#1 has to be at the school at 5 a.m. tomorrow to leave for a speech meet, so she and I will get up at 4:30 a.m. and I will drive her in. DD#2 is spending the night at a friend's house tonight. The husband leaves at 7:00 tomorrow morning for an all-day fire training, so I will have the house to myself when I get back from dropping DD#1 off. That's good—the place is a mess and none of us has any clean clothes to wear because no one has been here to do laundry. The newsletter is back from my tech editor, too, so I'll spend some time getting that finished. And I have a few more mods to make to the new website—hopefully I can get that in place early next week. I was absolutely starving on Wednesday, so my doctor suggested that I up the hcg dosage a bit with yesterday's injection. That helped tremendously. I didn't even eat everything I was allotted for dinner last night because I just wasn't hungry. And today I am down another pound and a quarter. I almost feel like I am melting away. I'm almost finished with the bamboo Atlante scarf. It's really pretty. I wouldn't mind doing a shawl in this pattern. We'll see, though. There are a few things ahead of a shawl in the queue. Maybe I'll save the shawl for my Winter Olympics knitting.
November 11, 2009: A Great Day in the Neighborhood It's a happy day in our neighborhood, because we found out that our school district's voters approved a bond to build a new gym. We were worried that it wouldn't pass because of the current state of the economy. However, our voters clearly understood that if we do it now, it will only cost us about half of what it would in five years (when we'll still need a gym) because of a program that gives us an incredibly low interest rate over fifteen years. DD#2 will have graduated from 8th grade by the time the gym is completed, but I don't care—we voted for the bond and will happily pony up the extra $400 a year it's going to cost us in taxes. The issue passed by a wider margin than I thought it would, although I am sure there are going to be some people who will demand a recount because they don't want to support the school. I find that utterly amazing—each of us owes it to the rest of society to support our social institutions whether we want to or not. And we happen to have a particularly great school. I've now been on the injections for one week and I have lost a smidge less than seven pounds. Some days I lose a lot—like a pound and a half—and other days I only lose three-quarters of a pound, but overall the trend continues downward. I think I may have to do some shopping at the end of this week. I noticed yesterday that my pants are getting pretty loose. I did make one adjustment to the diet: I added some protein in the morning. The original plan calls for nothing but tea or coffee for breakfast. I disagree with that on a couple of levels, the main one being that I don't think it's healthy to deprive the body of food for 17 hours under any circumstances. Even though it's not sanctioned by the diet, I added a two-egg white omelette in the morning and that has helped immeasurably. It hasn't slowed the weightloss and it's gone a long way toward helping me avoid cheating.
November 7, 2009: Dog Lottery Winners at Rest Modesty is not high on Lila's list. She's not posing in this picture—she's completely zonked out:
While I was in Tucson, the kids gave the dogs their poufs to sleep on in the living room. If I take them away now I will be the bad mommy. She spends most of the day running around the yard, dismantling the woodpile, hunting for vermin, etc.—so I am not surprised when she comes in and falls down insensate on her pouf. Rusty isn't quite so busy during the day, so his evening activities consist of cleaning the kitchen floor and looking for someone to pet him. The husband and I are burning more brush today. The yard looks nice, but we have a mountain of firewood that should keep us warm for the next ten years or so. Last night we were standing outside and the husband pointed to a dead tree and said, "There's lots of firewood in that tree." I told him he was forbidden to cut it down because it's the tallest dead tree in the yarn and a particular favorite of the pileated woodpeckers. When I walk outside and hear them, I almost always look up to see the male at the top of that tree. The husband thinks I am nuts because there are plenty of dead trees in the woods for the woodpecker, but I feel it's my job to protect the wildlife. Spotted owls would be welcome here. The Winter issue is with my tech editor, the scarf is about half-done, and the other night DD#2 handed me a piece of paper with a sketch and some specs on it. She wants a knitted dress. So I've got to figure out some way to work that one into the queue. I showed the sketch to the husband last night and he commented that it must be nice to be able to draw clothes and have your mother produce them for you. Indeed. It's now day 4 of injections and the second day of the VLCD (very low calorie diet). I had some hunger pangs yesterday, but nothing overwhelming. Lunch was a grilled chicken breast and some very yummy spinach. Dinner was grilled shrimp and a bowl of lettuce with some amazingly tasty cider vinegar/stevia dressing on it, as well as an apple and a breadstick (I put cinnamon on the apple for a little variety). The best part is that the scale is moving downward, and at a pleasing pace.
November 6, 2009: Rags to Riches The husband and I watched a documentary on HBO the other night entitled Schmatta: Rags to Riches to Rags, about the New York garment district. From the HBO website:
It was fascinating. I've looked up the HBO schedule and plan to watch it again. I saw a lot of parallels to things that have happened within the knitting industry in the past couple of years (such as wanting everything for free). It's definitely worth a look if you have HBO. Now, if only we could get the fashion industry to stop designing and selling junk, we'd be in a much better place. I haven't bought a single new piece of clothing this fall, because I haven't yet seen anything that looks good, fits well, and doesn't look like it came out of my mother's rag drawer. And depending on how much weight I lose, I am going to have to buy some new clothes at some point. I may just go shopping at the thrift store. Today is the first day of the 500 calorie-a-day diet. I've already made one adjustment to the plan—this is a legal adjustment suggested in the book I am following. The original diet calls for nothing but tea or coffee for breakfast. I knew that wasn't going to work, because normally breakfast is the biggest meal of the day for me. The adjustment I made was moving the piece of fruit from lunch to breakfast, so today I had an apple. The grocery store has had some absolutely fabulous Fuji apples in stock recently. It was delicious. I'm home today, finishing the first draft of the Winter issue so my tech editor can look it over. And then a friend of mine is coming over for some knitting this afternoon.
November 5, 2009: Full Moon Please send thoughts, prayers, and wishes for a speedy recovery to Lynda, the woman who so graciously hosted me when I was in Tucson last month. Shortly after I left she had an accident with her toe and a door, and now she is in the hospital recovering from a massive pulmonary embolism. This seems to be a month of bad news for lots of people. I'm putting the finishing touches on the Winter issue of the newsletter. I think it's a pretty cool issue—it's also the first time an issue has nothing in it designed by me. And that's okay. I had material to include, but there are some space-intensive patterns in this issue and I didn't want to cut any of the other designers out. It's given me a nice bit of breathing room, too, not to have to rush through a project to get it done. The bamboo scarf is coming along nicely, too. I'm going to start a square from the re-knit of the Taste of Aran afghan and get that into my knitting bag so I have something else to work on in odd moments. I'm on day 2 of injections. Yesterday was my first "gorge day" when I was supposed to eat great quantities of fatty food. I had a three-egg omelette with cheese and bacon for breakfast, a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and some salad for lunch (I needed something green). By dinnertime I was still so stuffed that I didn't want to eat anything, but I had some potstickers and a bowl of ice cream. It's day 2 and I still feel so full that the idea of breakfast just doesn't appeal to me. But I will forge ahead; everyone I've talked to says that doing the gorge days properly makes everything else easier. I went to DD#2's teacher conference last night. Her academic work is great; the teacher commented that she's "very level" in class, and he'd like to see her get more involved and show more emotion, especially in class discussions. (I think he said the same thing about her sister.) Those two are very much like their father in that respect. Not much fazes them, and it takes a fair bit to get them riled up about anything (totally unlike their mother). I am confident that this teacher will challenge DD#2 when she needs to be challenged, and that's great. So that's the news from this part of the country.
November 3, 2009: Coming and Going This is a quick drive-by post. I left home at 7:30 yesterday morning, worked at school all day, waited for DD#2 to get back from her field trip to Missoula, dashed home, threw something together for dinner, went to town, taught my Aran class at Camas Creek, stopped at the grocery store, got home at 9:45, had a glass of wine and talked to the husband, then went to bed. I am glad all days are not like that. Today will be close, but I should get home no later than 7:00 p.m. And the husband cleaned up the kitchen for me last night and also the laundry room, which was a mess from the dogs. That was a welcome surprise. We've had a pretty traditional division of labor in our marriage—I've been able to work from home while he's had to pour concrete in some pretty lousy weather conditions, so cooking and cleaning has always fallen to me. Now that I am working out of the house more, he's been better about looking around and seeing what needs to be done and doing it instead of waiting for me to get home and handle it. I thought class was fun. There are 10 students. Last night we talked about yarn choices, looked at a bunch of my Arans, took measurements, and went over top-down construction techniques. Their homework this week is to make the 100-stitch swatch, wash it and block it. Leading a knitalong is a bit different in person than doing it online, but I think we're all on the same page. My doctor was unexpectedly out-of-town yesterday, so I didn't pick up the hcg (not that I would have had time, given the schedule). I will get it this afternoon and the injections will begin tomorrow. I am a bit behind schedule with the program, but I don't think that will be an issue.
November 2, 2009: Knitting In Spite of Myself I know I haven't talked about my knitting lately . . . I am getting some stitches knit here and there. It might not be my usual marathon knitting, but I am reminded of what spinners often say about drop spinning: "It's slower by the minute by faster by the month"—meaning one can often find small moments here and there that add up to a lot. When Bev was here last month she gave me two skeins of a bamboo yarn that she's now carrying:
I do like bamboo; in fact, I made a one-skein scarf out of another bamboo yarn Fiber Trends distributes:
While both yarns are bamboo, there are distinct differences. The Atlante, top, is listed as a DK-weight yarn. It's spun and plied. The Stella, bottom, is actually a very fine knitted tube. Knitted up, these two yarns look and behave quite differently. I knit the one-skein scarf out of Stella in a brioche pattern, a brioche pattern that—when I looked at it in the stitch dictionary—screamed at me that it wanted to be knit in a ribbon-type yarn. (And for those of you who are keeping track: yes, stitch patterns When I showed Bev the scarf, she gave me the Atlante and asked if that would work in the same stitch pattern (it's slightly heavier and she was thinking "shawl"). Interestingly, it didn't. The stitch pattern was flat and lifeless, and didn't look as good as it had knit in the ribbon yarn (which, people, is why I listen to stitch patterns when they So I let the Atlante sit partially-swatched on the couch for two weeks to watch TV (I kid you not—and the amazing thing is that no one disturbed it), and I asked it to please figure out what it wanted to be. A few days ago I was flipping through one of my stitch dictionaries when a stitch pattern leaped out at me. Now, I am pretty familiar with all my stitch dictionaries, and if I am thinking of a particular pattern, I can usually pull it off the shelf without much searching. I know which stitches have cables and which don't. But I opened this stitch dictionary and right there in the front was a stitch pattern I had looked at probably twenty times, and it never registered that there was a cable pattern in there. The stitch is an eyelet pattern, meaning it's not overly lacy, and it has a little two-stitch cable as part of the design. It's a match made in heaven paired with the Atlante. I'm about 3" up into the scarf, and have the pattern memorized, making it really easy to just pick it up and work on it here and there. What I really love is that the sides of the scarf undulate in and out. So there you have it—a bit of design serendipity. If only it were always this easy. Facebook has been great fun this week: I reconnected with the guy in my senior class who—along with me—was voted "most intelligent" by the rest of our class. I also caught up with a guy whose family lived down the street until they moved to Colorado when I was in fifth grade. I remember Shawn as the kid who played KISS records at very high volumes on the stereo in their family room. Now he's a jazz musician in Los Angeles. You can hear some of his stuff at CDbaby.com—go and listen to it, especially if you love jazz. It's some of the smoothest jazz I've ever heard. Just goes to show that you never know where people will end up.
November 1, 2009: Preparing to Lose Yes, it's November 1, but I'm actually not going to start the hcg diet until Tuesday. Yesterday I bagged up individual 100g portions of chicken and shrimp. I don't want to have to be worrying about what I am going to eat for lunch if I get called to sub and have to leave here early in the morning. These portions can be thawed and cooked on my little George Forman grill pretty easily. The diet calls for protein to come from red meat, chicken, and seafood, but only certain kinds of each. Most American beef is too fatty, so veal is suggested as a substitute. I don't eat much red meat anyway (and certainly not veal) so I didn't bag any of that. Chicken is limited to chicken breasts, so I bagged up lots of those. And seafood is limited to shellfish and white fish—no salmon, tuna, or other oily fish. I bagged up a lot of shrimp, but I know that I have to watch that I don't overdo it and give myself a shellfish allergy. I may also add some tilapia or whitefish if I see some at the store. It's surprising how big a 100g portion is. I don't think I'm going to feel deprived of anything. In addition to the protein, there are lots of vegetable choices, and I love veggies. The diet actually begins with two "load days" in which you eat a LOT of food. Believe it or not, these two days are what concern me most. I just don't eat large quantities of food, so I've got to figure out how to pack the largest number of calories into what I DO eat. The diet book I have suggests fast-food meals, cheesecake, and other fat-loaded items for those two days. Hmmm. That should be interesting. I am beginning this diet in a different place from a lot of other people. Some people who have a lot to lose often have to retool their diets as part of this program—they are used to eating artificial sweeteners, LOTS of carbs, and few veggies. I only need to shed about 15 pounds, and my diet is pretty healthy to start with, so the food choices don't scare me. I'll try not to overload the blog with diet posts, but I may comment about how it's going from time to time. I judged Legislative Debate at the Speech and Debate Tournament yesterday. It was great fun—the kids are wonderful and talented and I enjoyed myself tremendously. DD#1 went to a party afterward and didn't get home until after I had gone to bed, so I haven't seen her and don't know how she did in her events. Tomorrow night is the first of the Monday night "Knit Your Own Aran" classes at Camas Creek. We'll have one every Monday night in November. It should be great fun. Our school secretary called yesterday in a bit of a (justified) panic—her month-old grandson had been rushed to the hospital—he has a confirmed case of swine flu and he and his mother are in isolation and being treated. It looks like he'll be okay, but I can't imagine how scary that must have been. I'll be subbing tomorrow and Tuesday so our secretary can help out with the family's other kids.
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