Good luck with the electrodes and all, bug! The quilt sounds like a really great quilt in and of itself, but it also sounds like it will be a good distractor.

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It'll be nice to be able to be productive in my distractions, you know?

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The quilt sounds absolutely wonderful, vw. Best of luck with the electrodes--I hope they help your doctors find a solution to everything that's going on.

I got a bit misty when you talked about going to the quilt store. It's amazing how the crafting thing can create a circle of friends.

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It's so true, Anne. I sometimes forget who the other customers vs. workers are. And these parties have really helped with that. Everyone comes and has such a good time, including the workers, 'cause they're in on too...they make the example quilts. It's fun.

Also, mom and I are getting to be known as the border queens: people think we pick the best border fabrics for our quilts. It's fun, 'cause a lot of these people are really experienced quilters, and mom and I are relatively new, especially mom. So, it feels nice to be an expert at something, you know?

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I know that feeling. One of the things that I've been having trouble with here is that I haven't yet found a good yarn shop where I can hang with other knitters. I did check out the local knitter's guild last summer, but didn't really follow up. I'm hoping that now the job situation is more settled, I'll have the mental room to do these things again.

Anyway, I must be go get ready for work (where I do not have access to b.org or LJ, which is probably a good thing, really).

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vw, all the best, today. I hope this little contraption works, for all the goofiness you have to endure, and mostly, because I want these seizures to back off.

Deena, I hope you feel better, and that your move goes smoothly. I love the looks of your house!

Hec, I'm so sorry. And I'm right in the there-had-to-be-a-better way corner, as far as her continuing to uphold her professional duties, while not lying to your face with a "looking you in the eye," thing. I'm not good when I'm put on the spot, but that's just particularly bothersome. I hope you find something great. You deserve to work with way better people.

Dude, don't tell Cindy that story. I'm still a little freaked out from that time.

Too late. I've been chanting, "Bad Leif. Bad. Bad. Very Bad. Bad Bad Leif," since I read it. Also, I'm a little jealous, as the "I'm having an adventure," is so much cooler than, "I go get a Slurpee."

Well, on the other side of the fence by the tree. He told us he got out by climbing a tree and leaping over the fence. Then climbing over the chainlink fence in the neighbor's yard. He also ripped up his pants in the process.

Wow. This totally trumps Chris's great escape, which I thought was pretty complex. He disabled the toddler gate, pulled a chair over to the door, undid the chain lock and unlocked the dead bolt, and then got out the storm door.

Climbing a tree to leap over the fence, climbing another fence, and ripping is clothing is all Action! Star! Leif! And the mail? Great grace note.

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For some reason, I am very chatty this morning. So, sorry.

My brother, Ben, was a wanderer. He wasn't particularly mischievous like Leif, but he certainly wandered off. One weekend, when he was about two, we were in Ohio with my grandparents. He wandered off twice that weekend...mom said that's when she started to gray. The first time was at the amusement park, King's Island, I think. I don't remember the details of how he wandered off, but he did. Apparently, he found a litter-getter, and said, "I lost my mom and dad. Can I go to the toy room?" (Yes, he wandered off so much that he knew that there would be a toy room.) So, the litter-getter took him to the "toy room," and the officials there started trying to track down my parents. Of course, they were terrified, and when they came to pick him up, the workers said they'd never seen a lost child so calm.

Later that weekend, he wandered off in a mall. He found his way to the Information Desk and said, "My mom is buying a wicker basket, and I lost her. Is there a toy room?" They didn't have a toy room. He was quite disappointed. But, they walked him to the store that sold baskets, found mom, asked if she was missing a little boy, and delivered him back safely. Kids can be freaky.

I'll refrain from telling the story of the time my little brother got lost, because it involves a major highway and the closing of eyes and running. He was four.

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Opinion needed.

A friend recommended yesterday that I start a CarePage [link] to keep people in the loop. That way I don't have to be sending out so many update e-mails, etc. Do we think this is overkill or a good idea?

I think of using that for someone with something serious, but I guess maybe it would be helpful...even if I don't have it for very long.

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Heh. I know one of the people who runs that service.

I think it's not a bad idea, generally, but I wouldn't want it to make you feel like you couldn't update other places.

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Wow- I just saw some pictures of my dad that my sister took when he was visiting a couple weeks ago- he looks so skinny! He called last nigth and said he'd lost over a hundred pounds since last spring (he had the gastric bypass surgery in January- he'd lost about 15-20 pounds during the 8-9 month period between his initial weigh in at the beginning of the process and the surgery)

Just seeing his weight loss is really breathtaking. I can't wait to see him in person!

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