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Saturday April 29th, 2006

I spent most of the day with the kids, while Erin did attended the emergency preparedness fair she's been working on so hard lately. I took these photos this morning in order to keep Matt from screaming after Erin left. How can the kids be so cute and so aggravating at the same time? 

RSS - Really Simple Syndication (Part 2) or What's the Benefit of All This?

In my first installment of this article about Really Simple Syndication, I showed that your blog content is also available as a structured feed. Melinda asks, "What's the benefit of RSS?"

The Benefit of RSS

Now that blogging has caught hold of all the Melchins, I'm guessing that you all have your daily routine of clicking through to check everyones blog for new posts. Right now you may have only a few blogs that you read, but once you really get into it, you'll find more that just family blogs -- you'll find blogs about blogs about cars, blogs about computers, and news blogs. I read 28 blogs on a daily basis -- only a few of them are the personal blogs of family members. Most of them are news and technology related blogs.

What if there were a way to have all the blogs you like to read, come to you in one place -- without you having to click all around blogger (and the Internet) to get to them. Sort of like subscribing to a blog you're interested in, and receiving new posts as they're made.

RSS Feed Readers

An RSS feed reader is a program that can consume thoses structured blog feeds I referred to, and present them to you, all togehter, in one place. There are dozens, maybe hundreds of RSS reader programs. Some are free, some have a modest fee. My personal favorite is called FeedDemon -- I've been using it for years. Here's a screenshot (click on the image below to see a lager view):


Here you can see a categorized list of all the feeds I subscribe to. Go ahead, download a feed reader, and give it a shot.

In my next installment, I'll show you how to subscribe to a feed.

RSS - Really Simple Syndication (Part 1)

Now that every single person I know in the whole world is blogging, it's fitting for the Blogfather to further enlighten the minds of my humble followers on a subject of real blogging import: Really Simple Syndication!

Really Simple Syndication (RSS, or a "feed" as it's affetionately known among geeky) is a protocol (read tool) for syndicating (read distributing) structured data (read blog posts).

Translation: RSS is a tool for distributing blog posts.

Every Blogger Blog has structured feed for distributing your blog posts. The feed for my blog can be found at http://tuscan.blogspot.com/atom.xml, if you use blogger as your blogging tool, you can see your feed by pointing your browser to: http://insert-your-blog-namehere.blogger.com/atom.xml. Some will point out that blogger doesn't use RSS, rather ATOM for syndication, but we'll discuss that is later posts. For now check out your feed, and in my next post, I'll show you how to use a "feed reader" to access all the blogs you read from a single screen.

Best Blog By a Melchin, or a Melchin Relative

Ever since I won the Judy Taylor award for Best Blog by a Melchin, or Melchin Relative, I've been under such pressure to produce the consistent high quality posts that vaulted me to where I am today. I don't want to do, as many A-list Holywood actors have done, by following up an Academy Award winning performance with a dud. I promise my fans that I will not disapoint!

Detractors may claim that Judy has diminished this award with a string of posts trying to cover up her true feelings -- but I am not shaken. True genious is always criticized, then copied...

Still Other's have tried win Judy's attention by adding glitz. I am confident that Judy will not be taken by such superficial maneuvers. Real blogging takes passion, character, grit.

Alas, I am left, the Godfather of Blogging, to watch over my followers, nay -- my blogging children (my "blogchild" if you will), and continue to deliver!

April 14, 2006

Started building a gate today (or should I say, JD and Jeff Shipley started building a gate today, and I watched). We'll fininsh it off tomorrow. Erin is so pleased to have a closed area for Matt. I think this summer I'll stain the fence, and we'll start to have some semblance of a back yard. Likley no deck until next year -- maybe.

Matt had a great time outside with me today. He needs to be outside and engaged -- it's really good for him. When the digging was done, we had the Taylor's over for pizza (Shipley's were doing some Easter event). I think the kids had a nice time together.

We went to dinner and a movie with Sean and Libby Haslam this evening. It was nice to go out and have some personal time.

April 12, 2006

Erin was sick today (mom's shouldn't be allowed to be sick). Mom helped out with Grace and Matt (I ended up going in to work really late). Mom took the kids to play in the MacDonald's playland, then for a Happy Meal. After that they went for a treat a 7-11. Grace went to school, and Matt went over to mom and dad's place. They all ended up a Lara's house to complete the afternoon.

I went to Lara's house to pick the kids up, and like a dummy, I left the car runing. Dummy. Matt wandered out and got in the car, and managed to put the car in gear. He drove the car into the Freiberg's garage door. Fortunately his legs aren't long enough to get he feet on the pedals. Frieberg's door was damaged (not really badly, but enough to leave a dent). Dummy.

I took the kids out for a hike in the ravine, which always ends up with me carrying Matt home on my back because he's soaking wet. This time was no different.

I had another late night last night at the stake presidency meeting. We finished up at about 12:50 AM. I think this may be the last of the real late meetings. Nice to see Melinda and Judy are now blogging. If we could just convince Amy and Keri (and heaven forbid, Cathy) to start, then all of my extended family would be bloggers!

If you're interested...

1. Elise & Kevin Wolff
2. Marge & Robb Wolff
3. Lara & Sean Freiberg
4. Melinda & Micheal Palmer
5. Judy Taylor
   

And my dad's old car blog, Cars of My Dreams

More photos of Matt

Erin woke up early this morning feeling quite ill. I didnt' go into work until quite late (later than normal) and mom came over and took the kids for the morning.

When Grace went to school, mom took Matt over to her place, so Erin could rest. Dad shot some really great photos while he was there.

Pictures Grace, Matt and Hannah

We had dinner with my folks on Sunday (as we normally do), and dad took some really great photos of the kids.

Foxy Mama!

 

Isabella Meets Hannah

Isabella Meets Hannah
Originally uploaded by scott.wolff.

Here's a great photo taken of Great Grandma Wolff with Hannah. We visited grandma Wolff in the hospital shortly before she died. This was the first, and only time grandma Wolff saw Hannah.

Indefatigable

Sean and I at the top of Mt. Idefatigable in August, 2002. 

Matt

Had dinner with the Melchins on Sunday. This is Matt sitting on a small table out in the play area. How can he be so cute and so agravating at the same time? 

Photo Says It All

Active Kids Photo Album

SmartFTP, or "Good Stuff is Better than Bad Stuff"

I'm a big fan of good stuff. Erin says I'm obsessive in some cases. I went looking for an FTP client today to upload some work on a website I'm working on, and I ended up downloading two pieces of FTP software. The first looked promising (it was a FireFox browser extention), but when I put it through it's paces, it kept locking up. This forced me to go looking for something else.

What I found was perhaps some of the nicest free software I've ever seen. SmartFTP, a program I'd never heard of, is hands down the nicest FTP program I've ever used. I just had to tell someone. Oddly enough, Kevin is the only person who will have the first clue as to what I'm even talking about.

Anyway, that's really all I intended to post, but if you've read this far, and didn't understand what I'm talking about, then here's a little bit for you...

Good stuff (be it software, car repairs, reclining chairs, customer service) is far better than bad stuff. Getting good stuff just knocks the socks off getting bad stuff.

I've had bad experiences at the following establishments, experiences that has led me to never patronize these locations since the experience. I can proudly say I haven't eaten at Taco Bell in well over four years (though I came close onece or twice).

1. The Brick (furniture and appliance store)
2. Tirecraft (Crowfoot location)
   
3. Taco Bell (specifically the Montgomery location, but they're all the same)
4. Vonage -- don't even get me started.
5. HP Parts Store (Canadian location). This is perhaps the single worst customer service incident I've ever experienced.
   

I've told those close to me (whose activities I can monitor closley) that if I ever hear that they have frequented one of these establishments, I will not speak to them for a week.

P.S. I just got a note from Kevin saying that since reading this post, he signed up for Vonage while sitting in the waiting area of Tirecraft, eating his Double Decker Taco Supreme and perusing a Brick catalog.

What Blogs Do You Read

I spent some time this evening rebuilding my computer and cleaning up my feed reader. I've eliminated all feed subscriptions other than the two dozen that I read most often. I'm curious to know what feeds other people read. Post a comment and let me know.

BubbleShare Photo Slideshow

I saw BubbleShare a few weeks ago, but it didn't do much for me. This morning, I learned that you can embed a BubbleShare slideshow in a blog post. Sweet.

March 28, 2006

I'm finally recovering from about two and a half weeks of the flu. I haven't been that sick --ever. I'm still really tired most of the time, but I get better everyday.

It all started on a Tuesday night a couple of weeks ago. I got home from my stake meetings at about 11:30 PM and did some work for about thrity minutes and gradually started feeling really tired and achy. I fell asleep at my computer, with my head resting on the keyboard. I went to work the next day, but felt really terrible.

That evening I had a meeting with a website client that I've been working with and really didn't want to go. I felt terrible, but I had put the meeting off twice already, and I didn't feel like I could put it off again. I asked JD Taylor to come with me (he's been doing some design work with me on another project). I somehow made it through the meeting with my best face on, but after the meeting I just let go. I asked JD if he would drive me home -- I was freezing, and in pain. I quickly got worse.

I didn't got to work the next couple of days. Amy Ritchie and the kids were in town, so Erin took the kids and left alone so I could rest. About a year ago, when I had felt simmilar -- I bundled myself up in sweaters and blankets and basically forced myselft into a fever. The fever burned the illness out of me and I felt completely better the next day. I decided to try the same thing this time. I bundled myself up and slept most of the day -- nothing happend. Nothing happened except I got so dehydrated that on Thursday afternoon I almost passed out while having a shower. I managed to get out of the shower and call Kevin to come pick me up and take me to the emergency room. He thought I was joking.

When Kevin arrived, I did my best to get my coat on and walk to the door. Cooincidentally (or not) Steve Miller called me looking for a key to the church. Kevin answered the phone and told Steve that I wasn't well. Steve told Kevin not to take me anywhere, but that he was on his way and would be at my house in a few minutes.

Steve arrived and he and Kevin gave me a blessing. I dare say it was the first blessing he has given as a stake president. After the blessing he asked me to lay down on the couch and he gave me a quick physical exam and instructed Kevin to take me to the emergency room at the Foothills hospital. He told me it was possible that I had kidney stones, or a bladder infection -- but that he wasn't sure and I should go to the hospital to get some proper treatment. Thankyou president/doctor Miller!

Keving took me to the Foothills, which ended up taking an hour just to have someone talk to me (I coulnd't see much because I had my hat pulled down over my eyes). The triage nurse took my blood pressure and listend to my heart etc.... She told me to get comfortable because just then (at 7:30 PM) they were only seeing patients who presented at 11:00 AM. Brutal.

I ended up spending the night in the hospital -- where they pumped 3.5 liters of saline into me. I didn't sleep for the pain I was in, then the doctor gave me some serious pain killers and I went right to sleep. The pain killers did make me really jumpy though -- and I had really strange dreams.

My folks came to visit me the next day, and at about noon, I was discharged from the hospital and sent home. I didn't feel much better, but at least I was re-hydrated. It took me another full week before I was in any condition to get out of bed. After that week, I went back to work for only half days. I didn't sleep much during that week. A couple of nights I didn't sleep at all -- but instead lay on the couch downstairs moaning in pain. I really have never been that sick.

If there was any positive to come out of being sick, it was that the NCAA March Madness tournament began at the tail end of my illness, and I got to watch almost ever first and second round game in every bracket. Something I don't think I've ever done.

I'm feeling much better now -- tired, but better. I'm basically back to about 90%. Wouldn't you know that within a few days of my feeling better, Gracie got some sort of stomach bug that kept her vomiting and having episodes of diareah for the next couple of days. I don't know how Erin has done it. She's kept our home functioning and as heathy as possible for the last three weeks. She's borne the entire parenting and household load.

Matt and Dad

 

Hanna Marjorie

 

That's My Son...

 

I'm Taking Back the Web

I've officially switched my home and work web browser to FireFox.

I tried switching more than a year ago -- but I couldn't make it stick. I'm pretty sure it will stick this time. I'm really liking the lightweight feel of the browser, tabbed browsing, and I especially like the extensibility.

Influenza: Day 6

Movies I've watched since being sick:

1. Pay It Forward
2. Moulin Rouge
   
3. Bonnie and Clyde
4. Wittness
5. Matrix Reloaded (twice)
   
6. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
7. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (Extended Edition)
   

Weekend With the Melchins

We had a nice weekend -- will post more later. 

Lara is now a "Blogger"

Welcome Lara Freiberg to the world of blogging.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle

I just finished the last installment of the Chronicles of Narnia, "The Last Battle". Quite a remarkable book. C.S. Lewis certainly understands Christianity and does a wonderfull job simplifiying it into a children's story. I've decided I'm going to start reading the books to Grace at night. She may still be a bit young -- we'll see.

Definately worth a read!

March 1, 2006

Erin called me at work yesterday in tears. She told me that Matthew had somehow taken the sharp end of a coat hanger and dragged it along his back basically from his lower back all the way to his shoulders. She told me she'd never seen him cry as hard before. She took him to the doctor, who ruled against stiches. I have to admit, when I first saw it I was a little shocked. It's quite bad.

We did our first round of testing for the upcoming stake conference. We're trying something new this time -- a bridged wireless connection from the Royal Oak chaple to the West Stake Center in Silver Springs. Fortunately the steeple at the Royal Oak chapel can be seen from the roof of the silver springs chapel -- which means that with the right equipment, we can get a decent wireless network between the two buildings. Doing this gets us more bandwidth, and more importantly gets us off the public internet and onto a private network.

When we turned it on last night -- it didn't work at first. Then, to make matters worse -- President Heninger (2nd Counselor in the Stake Presidency) showed up to inspect our progress. He didn't say much at first, so I wan't sure what he was thinking. After getting it working, and trying several configurations we finally got it to a point where he agreed that it was acceptable.

The testing was successfull. I expect that we'll have an excellent broadcast on Sunday.

This coming weekend the stake presidency will be released. This is a big deal for Erin's family, in that her father is the current stake president, and has been in the stake presidency for the last 18 years. It'll be a major change for the Melchins. Elder Dalin H. Oaks of the Quorum of the Tweleve Apostles will be attending the conference, and re-organizing the stake presidency. A historic ocassion for the Calgary Alberta West Stake.

Dad & Matt

Matt and I at the Freiberg's after dinner. 

February 19, 2006

Hectic day at church today. I had the kids alone for most of it, Erin wasn't feeling well. We did the routine (visited the Wolff's and the Melchins).

Matt has taken to pulling his blanket over his head (his whole body in fact) in order to fall asleep at night. It's quite funny. He gets into his crib, lays down and pulls the covers over his body -- then he pulls them right up over his head and tucks the blanket in under his head on the other side. When I say goodnight, he looks at me from under the covers and smiles.

Stake conference is just around the corner -- it's hard to believe. I've been busy making preparations for the Internet broadcast (been investigating the possiblity of doing a wireless broadcast from the stake center to the Royal Oak chapel).

Exciting times.

Ouch! Swizerland Defeats Canada 2-0

Enough said.

Eulogy of Isabella Hendry Wolff 1915 - 2006

Our Birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The soul that riseth with us, our life’s star
Has had elsewhere its setting
And riseth from afar
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.

Isabella Hendry Wolff was born October 13, 1915 in the Hendry home, south of the temple here in Cardston, where the Seminary building now stands. Her older siblings were Melvin who died in infancy, Wilby, Margaret, Mable, Roszella, Hazelle, and Merlin. Her parents were Adam and Mary Ann Hendry. Isabel was a name frequently found in her father’s Scottish pedigree. Mother was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the newly built temple. Her older brothers and sisters were baptized in the waters of Lee Creek. Grandpa Hendry came to Canada from Utah in 1888. He saw the beautiful green hills and magnificent view of the mountains near the Canada US border in the Carway/Boundary Creek area, and proved up a homestead there. This is where Mother grew up, spending the summers at the ranch, and the winters in town where she attended school. At that time, the main Custom’s House was at Twin Lakes. South of their ranch was “The Gate” to the border. Mom was told that an American Indian was stationed there to keep tally. He wasn’t educated to read or write, but he could draw anyone who passed through if a likeness was needed for the records. Many people travelled by on their way across the line, and hospitality was extended to all. They had food to share and a barn to sleep in. Mother said her father Adam was a kind, honest, hard-working man whose handshake was his bond. Grandma Hendry had come to Canada from England after a short stay in Idaho. As a young girl she worked for several families keeping house, tending to children, milking cows, churning butter, and later nursing her mother through a terminal illness. Her mother, Eliza Crooks Perrett was the first woman buried in the Cardston Cemetery. Grandma married soon after her Mother’s death, at age 19, and put all her “work experience” to good use. Grandma Hendry was a real lady, well-mannered, genteel, and soft spoken. She taught mother to dress tidily, and always carry a clean handkerchief. When mother wrote about her mom in her journal she could have very well been describing herself. I quote: “Mother was always busy, she was a real homemaker. Her home was neat and clean and reflected her ability to sew and cook. The personal touches she added were original and thoughtful. Even though she was not forward or pushy about things she still had the courage of her convictions and championed what she knew to be right. She always supported us in all that we did. Mother had beautiful blue eyes with dark bushy brows and gray hair. She had a nose that was prominent, a family characteristic- any Englishman would call it a nose of breeding. Mother’s clothes were like her – always in good taste.” (end quote)

Isabella’s brothers and sisters were very important to her. As the youngest girl she inherited hand-me-down dresses and shoes from her older sisters. She always blamed her bunions from wearing shoes that were too tight. When she was able to, she purchased the best clothing and footwear she could afford. She certainly had a sense of style.

Mother said that being the youngest girl in her family, she was well taken care of and enjoyed a happy childhood. She and Evelyn Pilling Bohne liked ride their horses over the beautiful hilly country and pick berries. Mom remembers fondly one trip the whole family and their friends made, by horseback and wagon to the timbered area near Old Chief. The menfolk cut down logs and the kids hiked, rode horses in the mountains, swam in the icy water, and camped out. I’m sure grandma was kept busy feeding them with meals cooked on the stove they hauled along for that purpose.

In the summer, mother would help raise orphaned, or “pet” lambs as she called them, to be sold in the fall to help earn money for school clothing and books. The one time of year the girls would receive a new dress was July First. This was a very special holiday with fireworks, festivities, and a parade. Grandma Hendry would handsew for each of them a “Dominion Day” dress. Mother and dad taught Robb and I the importance of living in this wonderful country of Canada where we can enjoy the freedoms preserved for us by the men who fought in the World Wars.
Mother attended her church meetings in the old Tabernacle in the First Ward. She writes: “I always thought the arched stained glass windows were beautiful. I particularly remember at early morning Conference the sun shining through the coloured glass and reflecting on the congregation.” She was very sad when the decision was made to have it torn down.

Mom’s parents taught her good work ethics. She believed that any job worth doing, was worth doing well, and she impressed that on me several times over the years. If she felt inadequate or incapable, she went by faith, and got the job done.

Mom and dad had a simple wartime wedding ceremony in 1941, at the family home in Cardston. Her best friend Trix McMillan had married dad’s brother, Dr. George Wolff, and that was how she became acquainted with dad. After a honeymoon fraught with flat tires and a breakdown on muddy roads, they made their first home in Mediciine Hat where I was born. They then moved to balmy Vancouver which mom enjoyed, but she yearned for the Prairies. When Grandpa Wolff was ready to retire he asked dad if he wanted to run Wolff and Son Machine Implements, and they settled back in Cardston for good. Robb was born during the coldest winter on record and our family was complete. When I started to go to Primary mom became more involved with the Church. She taught in various organizations and was a councilor in the Second Ward Relief Society with Thora Jensen. She and Sue Smith were Visiting Teaching Companions for several years.

Mom was a great hostess and entertained for family birthdays, and all the holidays. Rodeo time was a highlight of the year. In the early days it was an outdoor event with friends and neighbors participating in a branding competition before the Rodeo began. It was lots of fun for all the families to get together. As a Rotarian, dad was involved with the Parade and always showed his support by entering an antique car or two. Mom and the sisters would cook a big backyard fried chicken picnic and it was such fun to all be together. After dad passed away mom missed him so much, and especially at this time of year. She was not one to dwell in the past and adapted her life accordingly. When they moved up to the westend of town, from their creekside home, she began attending the temple. Dad joined the church after being friendshipped by some wonderful people, and gaining a testimony by reading the Book of Mormon. This was an especially happy time for mom. She has always been a prayerful individual and a woman of great faith.

She knew when it was time for her to leave her home and the garden which she loved, and join with friends and helpful staff in the Chinook Lodge. Robb and I knew it wouldn’t be home without mom, but it was the right thing for her. She has enjoyed this past year, lonely for family to come down and visit her, but participating in the activities in the Lodge and grateful not to have to cook and look after a big home. She still did her own washing and ironing, cleaned her room and had a flair for decorating. The past few months she became too ill and tired to “do for herself”. She said she knew she was sick because food just didn’t appeal to her. Mom was appreciative of friends, family, the handi-bus drivers, and the Chinook staff right until the end. When Christmas came she couldn’t rest until she had a little something for everyone.

For mom’s 90th birthday last year we had a surprise celebration in July. We presented her with a book full of tributes written by many of her posterity. The cover of the book was made from the dress she wore for her fiftieth wedding anniversary. She was very touched by all the sentiments and kind thoughts expressed by loved ones far and near.

Mom was blessed with a long healthy life. Now she has gone to join my dad, almost exactly nine years since his death. She is at peace after suffering with debilitating health problems this past couple of months. Her last words were Good Night. She was so appreciative of the tender care given her by the nurses and Doctors, they seemed to sense what a great lady she was. It is so hard to lose a mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and friend, but we are strengthened by the great legacy she has left us.

No man is an island, entire of itself.
Every man is piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away, Europe is the less, as if a promontory were,
As if a manor of thy own or thy friend’s were.
Every man’s death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind.
Therefore do not send to know for whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

May we be ever mindful of each other and follow mother’s example of always looking for the good. At the end of the day may we reflect on the words of one of her favourite hymns – Have I done any good in the world today, have I helped anyone in need? ……… Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure, a blessing of duty, and love.

As I was walking down the golf course hill one morning last week, I saw two colts frolicking in the pasture. I thought, mom would be so pleased, she always felt sorry for a horse penned up all by itself. She said horses are sociable creatures and very unhappy when they are alone. Mom will be no longer be lonely as she has joined her beloved companion, for time and all eternity.

Given by Judy Hawthorne (daughter)

Isabella Wolff (1915-2006)

Grandma Wolff passed away early Saturday morning (about 3:00 AM).

She's been in and out of the hospital since moving into the seniors home, and this week when mom and dad went down it was a little bit different. I wasn't surprised when dad said she may not live too many more days. Just before Christmas, she was admited to the hospital, and I felt strongly that we should go down as a family and see her. We put the kids in the car and went to see her. She was so pleased to see us, especially to see little Hannah. I'm really glad we did that.

To be sure grandma Wolff comes from solid stock! She lived to be 91 years old (her sisters Mable and Rozella also lived into thier nineties). She's lived 9 years without grandpa, and as I type this, I feel such happiness for her to be reunited with grandpa. She was ready to pass on, she told dad as much and asked that he give her a blessing to release her.

Grandma Wolff (a likewise grandpa) was the consumate host. An excellent cook, and very welcoming to all who entered her home. I never hesitated to offer grandma's place to any of my family and friends who were looking for a place to stay while in Cardston. She was so accomodating.

In her late seventies, after being married for more than fifty years to Harvey (who didn't join the church until only a few years before he died), grandma decided it was time for her go to the temple -- even if it meant going without her husband. Not long after this, grandpa was baptized. After grandpa died, my father acted as proxy for my grandfather, and grandma and grandpa Wolff were sealed together in the Cardston temple.

Grandma lived alone for nine years -- she's not alone any longer.

Erin Turns 30

Erin turned 30 this week (Feb 8, 2006) and Lara helped me organize a surprise party for her. I started planing it about a week before and managed not to blow the surprise (although a couple of times I had to make a clever recovery).

Mid week, Erin decided she was going to oraganize her own party (just for family) at the same place and time as the surprise party. Despite my initial concern, it worked out well -- I didn't have to make up any reason to go over the the Friebergs, and Erin arranged for her own babysitter.

We had about 12 couples over and spent most of the evening sining karaoke. Erin was really surprised. People had a fun time -- everybody sang except Jeff Shipley and Sean (who were both legitimately sick and could barely talk).

I managed to get some Crave cupcakes, which were in fact very good (even after Dave Maller tried to convince me that they were just cupcakes). Lara went to Costco and got a bunch of appetizers. All in all, the party was a success. Happy birthday Erin. I love you.

Erin and I went to Matador to celebrate her 30th birthday last night. I bought her 30 roses (this is perhaps only the third time I've bought flowers for her in 9 years of marriage).

I stoped by to pick up some cupcakes from a trendy bakery in Kensington called "Crave", but they were closed because they were sold out. They must have some pretty good cupcakes.

Gracie's eye is healing very well, she's been really brave this last week. She goes in for her follow-up visit today.

Gracie's Eye Surgery

Grace had eye surgery today.

More than a year ago, Erin noticed that when Grace moved her head in a certain way, her left eye wouldn't track evenly with her right. On a routine visit to the doctor, Erin asked if there was something wrong. The doctor referred Grace to a specialist, and the specialist confirmed that one of the muscles in Gracie's left eye was weak. Erin was told that this was fairly common, and that it was easily treatable. She was also told that there was a chance it may affect her ability to learn to read, or there was a chance it was totally benign and would have no effect at all.

In early December (2005) co-incidental with Hannah's arrival -- Gracie began to have a hard time going to school -- especially riding on the bus. She stayed home from school on several occasions because she was too upset about going to school. Whenever I would probe her about her troubles at school, her only worry was that she couldn't read very well, and that she was unable to complete her "homework".

Just before the Christmas break, I paid a visit to Mrs. Jantzen and discussed Gracie's situation with her. Mrs. Jantzen insisted that Gracie was progressing normally, and that her difficulties at school were limited to the coming/going on the bus. I became quite certain that the weak muscle in her eye was not causing her trouble at school -- despite a nagging feeling that it was somehow detracting from her overall wellbeing.

A few days after meeting with Mrs. Jantzen, I was at the Health Resource Centre. I had been visiting with the guys, and after Bernie inquired about the kids (as he always does) I mentioned that Gracie was having a difficult time at school. For some reason I also mentioned the condition of her eye -- and right away Bernie asked a few questions: "does she fall down allot? does she have mood swings? does she have a difficult time concentrating/focusing on one task?" I answered affirmatively in all cases. Bernie explained that about the same age, his son Paul was diagnosed with the same condition. Paul underwent the corrective surgery, and his balance, mood and focus were improved dramatically -- like turning on a light switch. He strongly encouraged me to take Gracie in for the corrective surgery.

Having this discussion with Bernie made me feel so certain that Erin and I ought to do everything we can to help Grace feel comfortable at school. After leaving HRC, I called Erin from the car and told her how strongly I felt that we should be doing everything possible to manage Gracie's situation at school, and that in part, this would mean getting Gracie in to see the eye specialist again.

Erin called to get the appointment with the optometrist, and not two weeks ago Gracie went to the Alberta Children's Hospital for an assessment. The optometrist confirmed (again) that she had a weak muscle in her left eye. At the end of the appointment, the optometrist noticed Dr. Astel (the eye surgeon) in the hallway, and asked if he could see Gracie at some point. Dr. Astel said that he had a free moment right then, and with that Gracie was in with the surgeon. He also confirmed her diagnosis and asked if we would like to schedule the corrective surgery. Erin said that she would like to discuss it and get back to him. When Erin told me about the outcome of the appointment, I told her that I felt we should do it. Shortly after Erin called back to advise Dr. Astel's office that we would like to schedule Gracie for the surgery -- the booking clerk responded that Dr. Astel had just had a cancellation, and that Gracie could be booked for the following Thursday (less than a week away). Erin accepted.

Yesterday morning I told Gracie that we were going to see the doctor again, and that he was going to look at her eye again. I told her that she would have to be asleep this time when he looked at her eye, and that I was going to come with her. She started to cry. I think she had a sense that this was something more than the fairly harmless visits she had in the past.

I took the day off work today -- mom and Cathy took Matt, and Gracie, Hannah, Erin and I drove to the Children's Hospital. Gracie cried on and off all morning; Erin was very reassuring.

We arrived at the hospital at 11:45 AM and by 12:30 we were in getting changed into her hospital gowns (Grace didn't want to put the gowns on -- she was starting to get quite nervous at this point). We were told that Dr. Astel was about 30 minutes ahead of schedule -- a pleasant surprise. After getting into her gowns and having her oxygen levels testes with a special clip that fit on her index finger (she didn't want to do that either) we went back to sit in the waiting room and Gracie watched part of a movie on a personal DVD player.

After only ten minutes or so, the nurse called for Gracie, and we all walked down the hall toward the operating room. Erin said good-bye and I put on a cap and gown so that I could go right into the operating room with Gracie.

The operating room was very bright, and had Mickey Mouse decals at Gracie's eye level. She was quite brave as she walked down the last stretch of hallway into the operating room and even while she got up onto the operating table. The calm ended when the anethetist asked he to lay down and put on the oxygen mask. Gracie started to cry and refused the mask. I held her as close to my chest as the anethetist could let me, and I tried to reassure her by telling her that I was there and would be helping. She still resisted the mask, until finally I put my hand on Gracie's head to steady her while the anethetist place the mask over her face. Gracie was very upset.

It only took about 20 seconds before the anesthetic began to work, and Gracie became limp in my arms. That was a very strange feeling. We laid her down on the table and I kissed her on the cheek and told her that I loved her and then left the operating room. That was really tough.

I don't really remember walking back down the hallway away from the OR toward Erin, but she was surprised at how quickly I had returned. I told her about the operating room, and then had a brief teary moment. We left the waiting room and sat in the chairs in the hallway just outside the waiting room doors. It seemed like more, but about 45 minutes later they told us that Gracie would be coming out of the recovery room and we could see her in the post-recovery area.

They wheeled her out in a hospital bed and she was very disoriented and sobbing heavily. She was in a lot of pain, and very uncomfortable. Her eye was quite swollen and oozed puss for about 20 minutes. She cried for about 45 minutes. I think the worst part of the experience was the uncomfort of the IV that was in her left hand. She wanted that out immediately. We were told that she could have the IV out if she could drink and retain fluid. The nurse brought some apple juice, but we couldn't convince her to drink it (which I thought was kind of strange because by this time she had been fasting for about 18 hrs.).

Nurse Fran saved the day. She came in, looked a Gracie and said, "Grace, there are some things we have to do. Dr. Astel said you have to drink this apple juice before your IV comes out." Nurse Fran picked up the apple juice and gave it Gracie, and she drank. I was kind of shocked. With that, nurse Fran removed the IV and things got better from that moment. Nurse Fran told Grace to continue to drink the apple juice. Erin and I tried to get her to drink -- but she wouldn't, she would only drink if nurse Fran would instruct her to. So, I went to get nurse Fran.

By 3:15 PM the operation was done, Gracie had calmed down and we were discharged from the Hospital. From the hospital we went directly to MacDonalds, then to Dairy Queen for an ice cream cone. We came home -- and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon.

I marvel that this morning we drove to the hospital, and this afternoon we left and Gracie (given her situation) is ok.

Yesterday Erin asked me if we were doing the right thing by proceeding with the surgery. Without thinking about it I rehearsed my "coincidental" conversation with Bernie, the "coincidental" meeting with Dr. Astel last week, and the "coincidental" cancellation that would see Gracie get a surgery scheduled in just over a week, and couldn't help feeling that it wasn't all that coincidental.

Tonight before bed we all kneeled down to pray, like we do every night and I gave a prayer of thanksgiving for skilled doctors and modern technology, and most of all the Lord’s watchful hand over our family. I prayed that Gracie would recover peacefully and quickly. Gracie knows that her prayers are heard – and from time to time in moments like these she’ll prompt me to ask for a blessing for her. While I was praying, Gracie leaned over and whispered in my ear "bless my eye". I stopped, and asked for a blessing on Gracie’s eye – and I’m sure of everything I said in my prayer tonight, that was the most sincere.

 

January 30, 2006

Keri and Cade appeared on MSN Messenger last night -- they got a webcam, and we had a serendipitous video conversation. The kids loved it. We got the whole family in front of the camera -- it was a blast.

It was Gracie and Dad's birthday last week. Grace had a bunch of her friends over, and really enjoyed herself. We had family over the next day (Sunday the 22nd) for a family party.

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Why I like Photography

I've always enjoyed taking pictures (I think most people do), but until today, I couldn't really articulate why. Of course it's fun to take the photos, and fun to look at them after -- but why exactly?

I played squash today with Eduardo and Karl, and as I was watching them play, I thought to myself that I should bring my camera next week and get some great action shots. Then I thought that perhaps I should bring my video camera. But that just didn't seem like it would be as much fun. I don't think I'd ever plug in the video camera and watch the video of Karl and Eduardo playing squash -- but I most definately would look at the pictures again...somtime. There's something fun about catching the action, and freezing it in a photo.

I've heard my father (who at one time was a semi-professional photgrapher) say, that a photograph "freezes a moment in time". I recently heard a proffessional wedding photographer say that there is no such thing as a perfect picture, only a perfect moment.

It occured to me that perhaps why I would rather capture a squash game in a still photo rather than a moving picture (and subsequently why I like still photography more than I like video) is because when I look at a photo my mind re-creates the moment in the way that I want it to be created, not necessarily how the moment actually took place. In other words, though the reality of the precise moment that the photo captured has forever vanished, when I look at that moment on film (ie: a picture), my brain re-creates that moment in whatever way it so chooses. It makes up what it wants to see. It embelishes.

A video doesn't allow any room for embelishment. You simply sit back and relive a segment of time exactly how it happend. Your brain doesn't embelish -- it just sits there and recieves what it's been given. No fun.

Karl's First Act of Stupidity

I was greeted after lunch by Karl today with the words, "Scott, you will wittness the first stupid thing I ever done".

Karl bought a notebook lock & cable to secure his notebook at work -- and somehow managed to lock it in such a way that he cannot remove the lock -- at all.

Here's a photo of him trying to surgically remove the lock.

January, 18 2005

Yesterday when I arrived home from work, Erin greeted me with a surprise. I must say, I haven't been this surprised in a very long time (years no doubt).

She reached into her pocket and presented me with my wedding ring. I haven't known where my wedding ring was for at least the past two years, probably more. As it turns out, Matt droped a small safety pin in between the cushons of the couch up stairs, and when Erin went to retrieve the pin, it clinked against something. More interesting still is the fact that last Saturday, Erin and I took the vacum to the inside of the couch and it out -- entirely.

Erin has instructed me never to take my wedding ring off again. I obeyed the instruction for about 2 hours, until it became so uncomfortable that I just couldn't stand it any longer.

Web Standards with Visual Studio 2005

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Erin And Hannah

 

Erin And Matt

 

Gracie and Hannah

 

Gracie and Matt

 

Matthew Richard Wolff

 

Hannah Marjorie Wolff

 

I got a new camera today -- a Nikon D50. I was going to take it back (I've been suffering from a fairly serious case of buyers remorce) but after seeing the pictures it takes, I simply must keep it. 

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