No One Listened

Okay, so no one listened to my order. Now, Melanie is feeling sick again, Abby has missed 3 days of school and I still have the chest cold. What comes around seems to go around and around. This house is going to smell like Lysol for days.

Tomorrow I go to the doctor about my sciatic nerve. In 5 weeks I've been on 10 days of Cipro, then 16 days of Prednisone and now 14 days of Cipro.  My Achilles tendon is in a bad place of hurt into the foot. I am dragging the leg like Igor in Young Frankenstein. Something is wrong. It could be from the Cipro, it can damage or rupture tendons so wish me luck. I can go to work sickly, I can't work if I can't stand. I drove a cart at a store today and felt like an idiot. Looked like an idiot, bumping into corners and nearly running down poor Melanie and Abby. 

My doctor called me today and left a message that made me laugh; should have cried but it just sounded so bizarre. Well, Kathy, we've been treating your diarrhea, bacterial infection and pinched sciatic nerve on top of your cancer and serious digestive problems. Now, your Achilles heel and foot is affected and we just have to figure it all out. Come see me tomorrow and let's get going."  Okay, I like that. Let's get going.

No Leaks

It rained quite a bit today and not a drop in the house. Success.During all the trials you wonder if it is all worth it but we made it. There's a couple layers of skin up there. It's a beautiful roof.

Well, we made it 24 hours with lungs not being coughed up or sneezes. But, then Andrew came home from school with a very runny nose; 2 hrs later Dan came home with a Kleenex to his nose saying it's been running all day.   I am choosing the positive route; "germ juice" everything and often. We are not going to start all over again and that is an order.

Just ahead of the storm

Much thanks to Mike and Joel who showed up early yesterday morning to help load the dumpster. It would have been an all day job without them but it was done by noon. Today, it's been real hard work since early this morning trying to outrun a wet storm front. The underlay has been attached and now they are working on the last of the sticky roof lay down.  We will beat the front that arrived early and has only dropped some mist so far.
Even though they are still slaving away I wanted to stop and tell you how proud of them I am. Dan;s knees and Achilles heel are killing him along with his deep cough, Bob's just had hernia surgery a few weeks ago and back hurt before this started, Melanie is still sick with a chest cold and scraped both knees and her knuckles. And yet, all three are smiling, laughing,determined despite their discomfort. Attitude is everything.

The Roof

It has taken us over 2 years but we are finally getting the back porch and bedroom roof replaced. We had a "highly recommended friend of a friend" put the roof on originally. After having him back twice to repair leaks, and lots of stressful bouts of conversation and poor attitude we walked away from him and have just dealt with roof issues as they arose.  We've only been able to afford so much at a time. Now we finally got everything together when a 20 min downpour almost destroyed the back bedroom. We have had a good week and 3 days left before storms are expected.  Bob and Dan have worked through injuries and illness. They haven't complained; I am so proud of them.

We got a huge dumpster delivered today for all the old shingles, wood, tar paper, insulation and a few things from when they moved in. It will all be worth it when we've filled it up and can move forward in redecorating the room and back porch laundry room. It's been 10 years coming, 2 yrs getting ready. It will be simple but it will look good and keep the weather out.

Wish us luck. Dan is getting a bit sicker today but still went out on the roof after a plumbing job. We put out a call for any of Mel's family member to help load the dumpster. I hope some can.

Will keep you posted.

Home

This is my 4th attempt at the blog. I hate it when there is just so much going on that is not pleasant. It overshadows all the great things I have taken for granted. I now get daily hugs and kisses, hear laughter a midst sibling rivalry, footsteps running up and down the stairs, the smell of real cooking, helping with homework, all the many things that so suddenly turned my house into a home.

Tomorrow we lay David to rest. He always lived in a house that never became a home until he met his Nancy. She had 2 children previously that she brought with her and together they made a home.
Goodbye, David.

A New Sad Story Of Suicide

I am very emotional and still in shock and despair so please bear with the randomness of this post.
Monday was Nat'l Suicide Prevention Day. Of course, I thought of my mom a lot that day with the usual regrets and missing her dearly. 
I got a call early Tuesday morning that my foster nephew, David, 40 yrs of age and killed himself violently just outside the door to my old Murray, Utah home around 8:30 pm Monday night.Just a couple of hours earlier he was planning his day for Tuesday. His attitude was good. Somewhere between noon and 8:30 something happened to drastically change his goal of life to his final goal of death.  He took his military pistol from his Marine service in the first Iraqi War and blew his brains out from ear to ear. A clean shot. One he learned was the kill shot.
He leaves behind a wife and 2 step children. His death came in the middle of family turmoil in his  family.. bitterness, inner fighting, attorneys, mediation, family counseling, etc. All seemed to be going on track, some family still refused to speak or look at him and he sat alone at Christmas. But things were changing.
Then that awful, God awful thing, whatever it was, happened Monday between noon and 8:30 pm put him at the point of no forward movement in his life. As sudden as no one can grasp, he went from organized, committed to deal with his troubles and make a new life for himself and his family, to the firm decision to place 2 identical texts to 2 brothers: (paraphrasing) " Call the Murray Police. Within 20 min. I will be found dead outside my fathers house." Sadly, neither brother got the message for several minutes but they could not have saved him. He was determined to die.
Now, what was a family crisis in the process of hopeful resolution is now an all out war amongst themselves. 1 sister is totally banned from services with threats of physical violence to occur if one of his sister's attends either the viewing or services. Other people threaten to destroy and disrupt.

So many lives will never be the same. The anger is turning to hate even before they lay their disturbed brother to rest... some threatening to create a scene. How dare these small, selfish minds have the lack of moral duty to set aside for a day their differences and unite to remember and respectfully lay their brother to rest!.I am at wit's end and full of despair.

Boring Update.

Ok, to start off I am still chicken to try the new Water Pik. It is ready. I am not.

I finally made it back to work today, but it was hard making the entire shift. I am glad I did as I was feeling worse about not bringing in some money than I felt physically. It was a morale boost that I needed. Aside from some of the grumpiest customers I've dealt with in a long time, it felt good to be back.

However, now I have 2 sick grand kids. Andrew started to sneeze yesterday afternoon quickly turning what we thought were allergies into a full head cold and just a couple of hours ago Abby came up sneezing and coughing. No school tomorrow. The grown ups are a little nervous right now,. hoping it doesn't spread.

I can't seem to get better but refuse to let my discouragement show. I am still basically living on salsa, saltine crackers, butter puffs and ice coffee. But, I made it to work and back, I am able to walk a little better. Now, if somehow I could get a hold of the intense charlie horses, I'd be smiling  longer.  I am doing as ordered, drinking lots of water and eating a banana (which hurts the poor stomach) and still cramping like mad.He once mentioned an IV but I pretended not to hear. He gets back in the office Wed. so we'll see how I am then. I am thinking positive.

The Dentist & Dehydration

Knock on wood; the visit to the dentist went pretty good. They put on the crown and filed the tooth next to it. I actually came home and finally plugged in my new Water Pik from months ago to start the 24 hour charge. Tomorrow night will be my first attempt with it since all the debacles from my very old one that soaked me, soaked my bathroom and went in my eyes and nose.

The doctor today said the Prednisone had severely dehydrated my entire system. It is a "rare" side effect but he remember a little late that I am the "rare" one. I can not drive due to the intense, sudden spasms in my calves and no feeling whatsoever in my feet. Last night, once again, I clicked along the kitchen floor and discovered a thumb tack all the way embedded in the bottom of my foot.  I am to drink tons of water and eat bananas and report on Monday to see if I've radically improved. He, rather nonchalantly, told me it has to clear up quickly as my organs are also deprived of water. Lovely.

My Flag

Ok, we should have thought more on the somewhere special to eat. We often eat at the Village Inn in Murray, Ut but today, since it is now closer, we chose the one on 10600 S. South Town Mall. Huge mistake. Huge difference in the cooks, quantity and quality. We both felt sick not much later. The portions were smaller than Murray, eggs over hard-weren't. toast had to have been made first. I couldn't even break it (got a new order). The strawberry crepes were minus the whipped cream we ordered, very bland and hard to cut. Yes, there was a tip but it was small.  In the future we will drive to Murray on State St. and get the real deal..the meal tastes great,. better atmosphere and friendlier personnel.
Service and attitude is everything, whether you are grocery shopping, looking for clothes, out to eat, etc. If my first impression has more than one negative, that is my last stop there.  Money is scarce and you need to get the best for your dollar.

I am very patriotic and have always wanted a real, live flag pole in my yard. I've had to make do with a pipe and crooked flag I did my best to keep respectful. Yesterday, Bob, surprised me and this morning I awoke to a large flagpole and flag flapping with dignity in the air. Made me cry.

I can't say enough about my Target and their always pleasantness when having to do with my injured hand or inability to stand long. I've long had a bulging disc from a bad broadside that occasionally get wicked and pinches the hell out of my sciatica nerve. Today, They asked me to take a couple more shifts off til the pain has subsided more. They like me, how fast I cashier and my attitude ... oh, if they only knew how scared I was of those customers. But I am thrilled to know I am missed.  Tomorrow I learn what to do. The numbness from the hip to the knee is 80% better but still am numb from ankles to toes and KILLER charlie horses all day long in my calves of both legs. We need to figure the cause there.  Poor Mel has had to drive me nearly everywhere cause I can't feel the peddle under my foot and that is dangerous.

Well, I am done. Tomorrow is supposed to be my last visit to the dentist for a final crown...but there is new troubles so we will see. Wow, worst dentist in the world.  If all goes well, within a couple of days the brand new WaterPik and I will finally do battle.

Move In Catch Up

If it weren't 11:30 pm at night and I am exhausted I would have so much to say. We are finally wrapping up unpacking all the boxes. I am still going, well, let's be honest. I am now beginning to go through my boxes of goodies and baddies, surprises and embarrassments. I had noticed that I have far more old family papers than I ever knew. Some are very yellow and hard to read. I need to preserve what I can and retype some things.

Well, the cat has now delivered a live, fighting and flying for her life Dove down to Melanie's room. It was awesome in a wild way. Hundreds of feathers, the bird trying to find a way out, the cat with feathers out both sides of her mouth, everyone screaming. Dan managed to get the bird outside and settled down... it did fly gingerly away about 20 min later. Since, there's been 3 large Katydids and a baby mouse. Her gift giving has shattered a few nerves. We found another feather tonight.

Tomorrow morning 11 yr old Abby goes with her school class on a 2 night, 3 days camp up the mountains (without cell reception!).Shes never been more than an overnighter with her best friend. Mom and grandma are trying to be brave, Abby is giddy. Sure hope she broke in her hiking boots like we warned her.  Dan is going to Burning Man for his final time also tomorrow so while Andrew is at school Mel and are I going out somewhere special to eat. It will be hard with my stomach but by darn this is special.

Hope to do better with the updates now we are getting settled in. I love having them here.

Life or Death Saga Decision

It took some insight and pondering but I am going to completely destroy the private journal and plans for taking of another life. The story is now mute, everyone has moved on. The three children will never live their lives and Doug's sister left him letters and poems that continue peace within. He has no desires for the ultimate revenge, so I no longer need to hold onto the papers that would have led the police to his victim's body.  It has all finally come to acceptable ends for all. Tomorrow they will all be burned.

As for the 1st degree murderer I must contact the State Atty General to be certain that I do not hold crucial evidence regarding his case and upcoming appeal for release after 25 years. I researched his case last night and saw his 2011 appeal and it seems they are not buying his story. When I have given my info and feel satisfied in turning it over or destroying it, I can lay that horrific drama to rest. It was a  horrible gruesome crime he committed and I want none of it in my home.

A Troubling Discovery

I told you a while back that I had boxes of memories, some of which I had never seen, others I boxed away after a glimpse amidst the photos and papers I put away in a dark corner.

This afternoon I finally sat down and began to go through some of the papers. I know it will sound dramatic but amongst some,were fun pictures that were a delight and slated for proper presentation.
I found misplaced family photos of Melanie as a youngster.

But,  I ran into a season of trauma, drama, despair, terror and heartbreak. I am not able at this time to share it all with you. I am still shaken.  Suffice it to know that these findings involve a man in the Utah State Penetentiary convicted of homocide and a brother of a sister who was murdered along with her 3 children who wrote me several times of his plans to kill the murderer who was his brother in law..
You see, on radio, I was not the narcissistic host who loved his voice, I listened to all and everyone. Some nights my voice and sharing rang to some with no one to listen to them. Many things happened
because of that. These were two I didn't know were listening or so intensely.

Soon I will share portions of their correspondence. I helped keep a man from killing another man; I helped a killer get through another day. But, until tonight, I never read it all and realized that I made a difference. I did good and helped two people at the end of hope. I need time to accept it and forgive myself for not following them both further to know how they are today.

The Update on Me

Now for an update on me. Those who want no unpleasantness can check out early. I won't blame you.
The stomach is as bad, the choking from the lazy epiglottis is worsening; last Monday I choked while handing a guest her receipt and scared us both to death. I can't speak if my head isn't tilted a certain way or I choke, at night I wake up choking and grabbing for water, some food will go straight down but others, the epiglottis does not close right and I choke where ever I happen to be. I am positive that having the endoscopy and widening damaged the already weak epiglottis because the first night it was done I choked and literally aspirated so badly I nearly had to race to the hospital. My lungs absorbed much fluid all at once. Completely terrifying.

The degenerating discs in my neck they also discovered now pinch the nerves that go down both arms and I awake all night in extreme pain at the elbow, down the arm to the wrist and the finger tips go numb with needles and pins surging off an on. Nights are long. I just heard that wrapping or bracing the arms at night does help so I will give it a shot. I am up to anything.

The worst trial of just those mentioned is the legs. They  began to act up several weeks ago. I thought it was a temporary dehydration like in January, but it got worse.  About 3 wks ago I woke up and couldn't lift my legs to get out of bed  #1 they felt like each leg weighed 24 # and #2 the cramping in my thighs, calfs and ankles had me screaming for help. Alas, none came but I eventually hit and rubbed the tight muscles into breaking enough to let me literally tumble to the floor.

I was supposed to work that day but couldn't walk. I was dead from the thighs down and would not have even been able to feel the gas pedal let alone stand for 3 hrs so had to call in sick. Luckily, my doctor who is usually booked weeks ahead had a cancellation for that day, last Friday Aug.17th.He later told me they would have worked me in as my situation was serious. Gees.All I wanted was a good report and a couple strong muscle pills..... not so fast.

I have a seriously pinched nerve at the LS5, Sciatica Nerve that is so pinched by the bulging discs that I am in real danger of it pinching off and killing the nerve. At that location, should this happen I will immediately lose all aspects of continence (look it up, I can't type it) and ordered to literally race to the ER for emergency surgery so the condition does not become permanent.

Doc told me to fill the very aggressive regimen of Prednisone (16 days, 4 pills per day) and take it the moment I got it filled while at the pharmacy. If it doesn't work I need an MRI to access the severity and decide on a spinal tap that drains the fluid around the nerve or perform surgery.

For now, I walk like I am 90, shuffling my feet, driving a store cart, moaning and crying on the couch, bed, chair, walking and pacing but smiling and laughing around the grand kids. Please send some happy thoughts my way. let the Prednisone work. I may not be able to take the Methotrexate while on it and that will cause my Lymphoma Skin Cancer to break out into cheetah spots and more pain and outward sores and rashes.  There, that is all I want to share, it is too much but since there is more, I don't feel too awful in sharing this.

Thanks for being here for me whoever you are. You are needed and loved in silence.
Maybe at one point, God will say I've gone through enough. If not, I will take a deep breath and say bring it on, I will smile and stand upright.

Adventurama Begins

It has been quite the week. I thought China was shooting up through my house the first time the kids used their new dryer. Lol, it moved over 5 inches WITH Melanie holding onto it for dear life. I maybe should have checked our foundation after that.  The new washer wasn't working right but we found out today the shipping bolts were never removed. Uhm, Bob, those instruction manuals can be a help when you open them.  :)  

3 days ago, we came home after a long day of heat and errands everywhere. Melanie walked downstairs and soon I heard, "I have a serious situation down here!!!  Tell my dad I NEED him down here NOW!!   I made the grand kids stay upstairs as Dan ran down... moments later coming up the stairs with both hands wrapped around a large Dove. (Crap)  He ran outside. Meantime, I sneaked down and peeked into Melanie's bedroom and gasped. Truly gasped. And again.  Bella, our cat, flew past me and ran outside and there it was. The entire room (carpet, walls, ceiling, both bunk beds and cabinets) covered in every size feather imagine. The lighter than air tiny ones still floating and landing in nooks and crannies. Mel vacuumed everywhere but for 2 more days more feathers appeared.
The good news?  Dan had laid the Dove gently down and a half hour later it sat up, brushed itself off and flew away...dents, nakedness and all the sweet thing, I'd like to think, found her worried Lonesome Dove and was attended to.

Last night Bella brought in a "large" but dead Katydid and deposited in front of Melanie's computer but poor Abby found it first. Screams!  It was disposed of.

We are awaiting more "presents" she brings home. And I was worried about her.
Believe it or not, this is just a piece of the adventurama that is now our new lives together. Lovin' it!

I Feel I Could Burst

If I ever knew anything with complete certainty, it is this. I love my immediate family so deep in my soul I feel I could burst. All those years in foster homes I thought nothing would ever be mine. I lost or had stolen every single toy or doll I owned. My parents, Aunt and Uncles left me stranded in a home they knew abused me sexually, physically and mentally. But, a week after mom's suicide I'd firmly made up my mind. No one in dad or mom's side was ever, ever going to kill me slowly the way they did her.
I began not answering the phone, then gradually told them I needed them out of my life so I could try to heal and create a new family. Danny then entered the picture, was very protective and helped me break from the non-stop pain.
Through many confrontations, they finally backed away. They finally realized I wanted to embrace life as mom had tried often but family brought her down. In her darkest hour EVERYONE of them turned their backs on her and her despair overwhelmed and killed her.

Though many never forgave me, God has spoken often to my heart, assuring me all was well. Being told by 5 doctors I was barren, I got pregnant the first night Dan came home from overseas after a 3 month secret mission during the Vietnam War. Our daughter is our miracle; she's my best friend.

This is the family that gives me joy beyond measure; peace,comfort and complete happiness. I have been blessed lately to feel the Spirit fill me with the sense that my early choices were right and because of those choices I have a family of the Lord, kind and respectful, use I love you all the time and hug you just because they love you. Trust in the small voice. Trust in the strength of your convictions.

Tonight as I write this my daughter and her family are sleeping downstairs. My home is filled with love, laughter and God's love. What more could one ask for? In the quiet of this night, I am filled only with gratitude that God found me worthy for these blessings.

My Bella Fear

Out of the gate tonight, my fear.  Bella slipped out several hours ago and has not returned. She loves the outdoors but only during the day. Melanie says she is always back long before dark. Tonight she went out before dark and though we've called she hasn't returned or rankled the bell on her collar. It was hard for Mel to go to bed without her being in the house. It is hard for me to stop looking, calling and getting that knotted feeling I had weeks before she came here. I refuse to believe this early there would be trouble.

She is so beautiful... Bombay cat with soft, silky hair and amber eyes. When she walks with such surety she has the sleekness and regalia of royalty. She is her own queen; we are there for her pleasure.

The dog, Patches, acts as if he lived here all his life. He has taken up with my husband and follows him everywhere. But then, my husband spoils him and plays his games on the floor with him. IT has been 10 yrs since we put down Chewy, our incredible child-dog of 18 yrs. Dan lost it and swore no dog would ever be in our home again. Time has healed his wounds but not his memories. I hear him trying to teach Patches to "high five" or "gimme ten" as we taught Chewy. Tonight, as he  laid with the dog, I heard him say, "You'd have loved Chewy."

Hurry home, Bella. Come through that doggy door.

Now sooner signed out, then Bella comes racing through the door. Now, it will be a goodnight, all.

The 2 Year Sleepover Has Begun

I cannot believe it has been 6 days. The family put everything into high gear and in warp time my house has now turned into a home.  Friday night the last bed was brought in and the first 2 year sleepover began.
Running up and down the stairs, borrowing cereal bowls, a can of pop or a Hawaiian roll. The sounds of laughter. The sounds of pounding new shelves and putting their pictures and saying on the walls. The stacked washer and dryer that barely made it an inch from the ceiling.
Bella, the cat and Patches, the dog are adjusting quite well, considering. Last night they were running circles tail to tail in my front room. Bella just learned how to get outside and therein lies my fears. Today was her first day our several times. All I can do is hope she'll take to the neighborhood okay.
We are a family of unplanned adventures. The days to come will be filled with them.

Work Injuries Are Odd Creatures

I normally prepare myself for bad news but thought I had this one. I was certain. But, alas, the doctor said that work related injuries are odd creatures. They were able to prove the injury to the right thumb joint but since the insurance put me off for so long he has this dilemma. Thanks, in great part, to doctors and insurance who get together and come up with new findings and ways to keep each other happy, the patient comes third.
Many, many insurance companies like to go to court to contest decisions and obligations. When they go to court, the doctor must be able to back his findings with scientific evidence. The initial injury had proof, time, immediate destruction, etc and was proven to be a valid claim. BUT, on the left hand, tho acknowledging it was overworked and took on a great deal of the right hands load, there is totally NO scientific evidence it was truly caused by the injury. Xrays taken showed the arthritis, bone spur and tests showed the left hand almost 100% as damaged as the right, he cannot legally connect the two.
He was very kind and disliked telling me the bad news. Yes, I cried at first. But I do understand he is bound by law and without scientific proof he would lose in court.SO....
the good news he is strongly against any surgery on the right hand at this time. He stated that too many doctors rush their patient into it when they haven't even let the inflammation heal or learn how to cope with the difficulties of the arthritis which can calm down and be much less painful for long periods of time. He suggested that only when the pain or frustrations get totally more than you can bear... then  you consider the surgery. Not all surgery is successful and he told me that all 6 of his associates in hand surgery have had at least one patient where the surgery made it worse, where the wrong nerve was cut or full usage was not restored or inability to return to full function of the hand.
WOW. That made me rethink everything.  This guy pulls no punches. He is one of the best in the state of Utah but doesn't operate for money as the incentive... or the patient's whim. I can continue to have cortisone shots in the hand clear until future surgery as the joint is totally damaged, shot. There is no more harm the shots can do.
So, for now, I am to buy soft braces, anything that gives temporary comfort, shots, Ibuprofin (which I can't take while on methotrexate) and try to see if Target can find me a job that will produce less heavy usage of the hand. I am considering asking to work in Guest Services where you take returns. My daughter works it often and said there is very little lifting and less items to handle. I will talk to the new team leader, Pratty in a couple of days. I am relieved, I am sad. At least I know the right hand will be taken care of forever.  All things work for the best.

3 Months Coming

Tomorrow has been almost 3 months coming. It is my appointment with a prominent orthopedic surgeon to give an independent review of my left thumb to determine if it's deterioration is due to the injury of the right thumb. Since Nov.2010 and the injury the left hand has had to most of the work. It is now difficult to determine which hand is worse and both wake me up all night long. My other health issues are returning rapidly, putting me back to just a couple of different foods to eat, constant stomach pain and now dehydration is cramping my legs again.  The calender says July, my body says it is back to January.  One step at a time.  I need the dr. to tell the insurance company he believes that one caused the other because then workman's comp will cover surgery for both hands. Think happy thoughts for me; I need all I can get tomorrow.

As far as moving in, it's getting me excited finally and not so nervous. Patches, the dog, came over for a quick visit and peed in the kitchen and hallway the moment he got in the door. Well, hello there pooch.  I am buying a gate to put up in my bedroom doorway to keep him out so I will have one room free of dander for when my asthma gets ornery.  Bella, the cat, won't come until they are ready to make the final stage. I worry worry worry about her. She is an explorer and there will be no forcing her to stay in the house. We all know it is a risk but there is no other choice. Hopefully, she will find herself at home and explore safely.

More Moving

The old, refurbished kitchen sink faucet sprayed to high heaven so we ran to Costco's to get another one and soon realized that with that faucet, the disposal wouldn't fit with the dishwasher so poor Bob had to do extra rewiring to get things right and he did great. This a.m. there was wood and pieces of this and that... tonight as they left it was a new sink, faucet, disposal, soap dispenser, dishwasher and new cabinet top to make the Ikea cabinets they put together. The frig is running, light switches raised and safer. Tomorrow the counter top goes on an extra cabinet to set by the frig so Melanie has more counter space for cooking. Looking good and darn homey!!

Lucky me, last week I inherited a beautiful leather couch they couldn't fit downstairs and since they had so many tv's and my HUGE old tv is dying with almost no audio... they offered tonight to take the old one away and gave me their 40" flat screen for my bedroom as I can't see well.

To top good things off, today Melanie's sister-in-law, also a Melanie and her husband, decided they want to rent their home. We know they are great people and will take good care of it. Everything is coming together. They want to be moved into the home by the end of August... so still much work to do. I think Mel and the family may be moved in within a couple of days.