Blog Entry #600

Holy Crying in the Night...Can you believe I'm still writing this thing? 600 entries and I still haven't run out of things to say.

Megan was up visiting Jake for the weekend and it turned out to be a busy one. On Friday night we went to the MOPS auction, Saturday I rode with Jake and Megan to Mt. Vernon and did a little shopping for his birthday, on the way home Rick called and said we were going to dinner for the Dairy Farmer's of Snohomish County so we got ready again and went out for prime rib (and the crowning of the Dairy Princess). This morning, we got up early and went to church then out for breakfast (Pam joined us and got the senior citizens special...she wasn't going to order it because she said she was too young, but when she found out it was cheaper she jumped on it). Amy was waiting for us when we got home and boy is she BROWN. She finally made it home from her vacation (after an overnight stay in Dallas because her flight from Cancun was 4 hours late). I figure as long as she made it home, the plane touched down without shooting flames or without the wing falling off and she's in one piece...what's a little delay? We're glad to have her back.

Angie is in Portland helping her friend Shannon paint her newly remodeled basement. You can never have too many helpers for a job like that. When I talked to Angie last night she said that it took 13 gallons of primer to cover the walls. That is some serious painting. I'm hoping she's on her way home now before it starts to snow again. Ok, I don't know if it's going to snow...but around here you never know. It's WASL testing again this week and stress levels are high at the schools. I wonder what happens when it snows on a WASL day...can you cancel school?

We woke up yesterday to a couple of inches of the white stuff covering the ground. I love the stuff, just not in the spring. We have Relay coming soon and I would hate to have to wear snow shoes around the track. :)

Tomorrow is Jacob Charles' 23rd birthday. I can hardly believe how fast the time has gone. It seems like only yesterday we were pulling names out of a baseball cap to name him because we couldn't all agree what to call this new family member. I think Amy and Angie were rooting for Jacob Tyler, but still call him Chuck or Charles. Whenever our friend Vic sees him, he calls him Nathan. Growing up, all his friends called him Jake. Now at school, he's lovingly referred to as "Mr. Schmitt". Happy Birthday son...whatever your name is :)

Rick's hands, feet, ears (actually any extremity that is out in the open) is really causing him pain. It doesn't stop him from going outside, but he's all bundled up when he does. The moment he gets inside he steps in front of the fireplace and thaws out. The severity of the pain gets better just about the time he's due for another treatment.

Tomorrow is scan day for Rick. Results follow on Wednesday. Whatever we learn will just be another step in this journey they call life. Hopefully this chemo cocktail will remain on the menu, but if not...they have many other concoctions to try. We have friends coming over from Spokane on Wednesday night and we're all heading down to the Oregon Coast on Thursday. We can't wait. The timing is perfect.

The 29th and 30th I have a scan and results. These next couple of weeks will be emotional ones. Not because we'll learn bad things, but because we don't know what we'll learn. That's the worst kind of worrying to do.

Since I haven't done much of anything productive this weekend, I think I'd better get off the computer and fold some laundry. Ugh. Where is that maid when I need her?

Dreaming Big,
Dor