All's Well Again

Sitting here in the warmth and peace of my very own living room it is hard now to connect with the events of the past several weeks. It is a typical pattern for me to shut the doors behind me as I make my way down the hallway of life. I suppose it is that way for us all, but I can't help but wonder if it is normal. Guam - and Hawaii, about which I have mentioned nothing yet - are already fading into dreams and unreality. All I really know for sure anymore is what I am feeling at this moment. Even yesterday, with all its Thanksgiving Day joys of family, food and friends, is already becoming a questionable memory. So I guess I have truly learned to "live in the moment". Either that or its early onset of Alheimer's. What was your name again?

The last thing I recall telling you about was the critters on the island of Guam (and even then I had to go check my last post to make sure). Before that I also told you a little about the proposal work I was doing and the companies I was working with. Here's a little more detail. To say now that it was an intense experience would be somewhat of an understatement. I haven't ever done anything quite like that before.

For three solid weeks in Guam and one in Honolulu I was cloistered in an office cubicle each day for a minimum of 10 hours, and usually more like 12, attempting to create on paper a supply chain for the delivery of construction materials from the U.S. and foreign origins to Guam and Hawaii. It was just me and 30 of my close friends. The goal was to write a concise proposal to the Navy on how we would go about constructing the wharfs, airstrips, housing, offices and other facilities needed to serve as a new home for 8,000 marines and their families who will be moving to Guam in 2015 or so. The military has been working on this plan for easily 5 years or more and the Territorial Government of Guam (aka GovGuam) has also begun work to improve their infrastructure in advance of the construction work. Around 7 large teams of prime contractors and their subcontractors are expected to turn in proposals just to win the right to compete with two other winners for future task orders. The RFP is worth $4 billion dollars and task orders - whichi will be doled out over 5 years or more - will average between $15 million and $300 million. My team mates estimated our joint venture team would spend a combined total of more than $500,000 just to create the proposal. Needless to say, it was a pretty big deal.

I worked every day from my arrival on October 17th until November 19th, when I was finally cut loose and allowed to leave for home. My client had extended my initial two week stay to a total of four weeks. By that time I had been sick twice, and been disrupted with two major crises at home (bedbugs in my daughter's apartment and the death of a sick friend). In the final days I put in as many as 16 hours of work a day and my eyesight had grown blurry. Everyone (in spite of otherwise remarkably good attitudes) had become deeply weary and were looking for the end to arrive. The rest of the team still had a week to go of final changes to the document when I left. It was a sweet day, nevertheless, to say my final goodbyes and point the car toward the airport. I heard only yesterday that they had successfully finished and turned in the proposal on November 25th.

After two exceptionally pleasant days spent recouperating on the Big Island, walking around the Volcano National Park and seeing my good friends David and Leilani Reyes and their keiki (kids) I made the long flight home to Alaska, arriving at 5 am Sunday morning. I had been looking forward to getting back to cold weather again (yes, I had!) and for that reason had planned ahead and packed my jacket in the bottom of my suitcase. Not a bad plan, assuming the suitcase would show up as expected. It didn't, so I had to make my way home via taxi in just my short-sleeve Aloha shirt. Still, it was cold weather at last. Ahhhhh!

However, that is, as I said earlier, all fading into the past. It is wonderful to be home again and that is all I have to say 'bout that.

Love,
Jed

Island Critters

If there is one thing I cannot stand it is snakes. Indiana Jones was never so relateable for me when he rolled over and said "snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes." Some people - whose name I will not mention (Susan) - are deathly afraid of little inconsequential creatures like our harmless Alaska gray spiders that might at worst - and this is making a big admission here - maybe, possibly, leave the tiniest of little red welts from whatever it is that they do when they happen to find actual skin to play around on. Alaskans are not often naked, I might point out, or even moderately uncovered. So the truth is those little kamikaze spiders that some people think are crawling around on the living room ceiling above our heads with evil intent to kill are more likely just dweeb spiders that stumble trying to make it over the top of a piece of ceiling popcorn, lose their grip and fall. I am sure that I have suffered more heart weakening events caused by Susan's penetrating scream of death coupled with the instant launch off the sofa than I was ever threatened by an actual spider bite.

But getting back to snakes, now that is a different matter. One fall day while out for a jog on a beautiful sun-slanted trail around Lake Sagatagan (St. John's, MN in case you have forgotten) I went to leap over some arbitrary thick green stick that was laying on the ground across the path. Just as I was soaring into the air the stick freaked out, violently spasmed and bolted off the path as fast as its little snakey legs could carry it. I, meanwhile, had gone from fun to fear in a split second and somehow managed to gain an additional six feet of altitude in spite of the fact that both my feet were already off the ground at that point and I was arcing toward the other side of the stick. When I finally came down about 20 feet later it took me several minutes to stop my heart from pounding as I realized just how close I had come to some serious garter-snake death. To this day I have not forgotten that encounter and that was, oh, about 30 years ago. So snakes are an issue with me.

But here I am in Guam, brown tree snake capital of micronesia, and I can't imagine whatever it was that possessed me to agree to come here in the first place.  The BTS, as the experts call them, are invaders on Guam, brought here most likely by cargo ships or planes in the early 1950's. They grow to an average length - I said average length - of 1 to 2 meters, and are very aggressive when confronted. They single handedly wiped out the native bird population of the island, not to mention everything else they could get their little fangs on, like shrews, rats and such. Maybe that is why I have not seen but one cockroach since I have been here. So it is not all bad. But I mean, how'd you like to be out for a walk in the woods on a warm and muggy evening and look up to see one of these guys looking down at you? Yes, that's right. You'd be crapping your pants and that's all there is to it. So now every time I go out walking, even if it is just from the car to the restaurant or whatever idiocy I happen to be doing, I can't help but check every bush or small tree for something that just doesn't look quite right and give the whole lot a wide berth. And you would too, Duan, so don't go getting all smug on me.

Time for bed.

Greetings from Guam

Hafa Dai to you all! In a rather strange and abrupt twist of direction I now find myself in an apartment three stories above the beach looking out on one of those tropical paradise scenes usually found in glossy photos. The sun has not quite yet risen so the air is still cool and a bit damp. Perfect for walking on the beach - especially for this Alaskan boy. It is Sunday and a few people are up and around but the tourists have not yet really come out to play. It is the locals getting ready for them.

Sunday two weeks ago my boss asked me to travel to Guam to participate in the creation of a proposal for a large multiple-award military construction contract. Our client needed someone with a logistics background who had the ability to write. My boss, being the ever-alert business development type that he is, volunteered me for the job. I was hired for an initial two-week period which is due to officially end in three days, but the chances are very strong that I will be asked to extend my stay for an additional period. I could be here as long as November 19, or longer if the submittal date is extended.

After an exhausting two-day journey I arrived and immediately went to work. The scale of this contract is quite large and deals with a form of logistics I have not had much experience with, so I spent the first week in an intensive learning mode gathering as much information as I could. I was not alone in this. The proposal team is made up of a Pacific-based construction company and a construction engineering company with global contracts. They have not worked together before so there has been a honeymoon period of a sort as they have gotten to know each other. Now, however, that time has passed and the real work has begun. We had been putting in 10+ hours a day but this next week will be even more intensive.

Consequently I have not had much time to sight-see and in fact today was the first day since I arrived that I have not gone into the office. I went for a walk on the beach and drove to the other side of the island to join our sister church there for a service. It has been a huge relief and I have enjoyed getting to know the island again.

Guam reminds me very much of Hawaii, only Hawaii as it was perhaps back in the 60's. There are about 170,000 guamanians and military on the island. The local native population is a mix of micronesian and spanish cultures going back to the 16th century. They speak a dialect called Chamorro and they call themselves by that name. They look like a darker version of Hawaiians and are very friendly. There are also two U.S. military bases on the island, the navy base at Apra Harbor down on the southwest side of the island and the very large air force base occupying the entire north end. Soon there will be a large marine base also up there. That is, in fact, the reason my client is here: to bid on the work associated with the construction of the base. The military is moving over 8,000 marines and their families here over the next 5 years which will swell the population by nearly 40,000.

Guam is an odd combination of Asia and the U.S. The lingua franca is nominally english and everybody speaks it to one degree or another, but japanese is also used. Guam is only 1550 air miles from Japan and nearly all the tourists are from there. It has been the "poor man's Hawaii" for the Japanese for several decades and a major destination for honeymooners. At the same time, Guam is situated close to Australia, New Zealand, New Guinea, and southwest Asia, and many citizens of those countries have immigrated to Guam. The news and other television programs are mostly from the United States but they are customized for this part of the global community. Guam is an American territory but it very much "faces east".

I will try to post a few more updates as my assignment here continues, but I do not know how consistent I will be about it. Hopefully I can make good progress on my part of the proposal this week and have a bit more free time in the evenings. Meanwhile it is easier to post pictures. You can go to here to see them.

Jed

Just another day in the Gulag

Dobrey Dyinh, ya’ll!

Or rather Good Afternoon! And the southern branch of the family can figure the last word out for themselves.

I have now entering the third and final week of my stay at the exploration camp, and the thought of putting it all behind on the airplane outtahere is sweet. My reason for coming here is more than half over. I have one manager safely returned to camp and the other well into his five-day break in Hawaii. I will be leaving even before he returns, by this coming Thursday in fact, but I am already developing short-timer’s attitude even though it was all new to me when I got here.

This is one extreme place to be. One minute it is sunny and warm and the next it is (literally) blowing and snowing huge flakes. One day we are slogging around the muskeg and slop in high boots and the next we are digging out of the drifts. The camp is situated behind a westerly hill that protects us from much of the wind, but the coast is not far away and beyond it is the Sea of Okhotsk, one of the nastiest patches of water in the world. The guys here say that the Russian government closes the Sea for nearly half the year to vessel traffic because it is so hazardous in the wintertime, and I believe it.

Typically, the crew works from 8 am until 6 pm. Afterward, the managers review the day and revise plans until 9 pm. These guys work in some of the most inhospitable weather in the world day after day for months at a stretch, with nothing more than their clothing to protect them out on the survey line. By the end of the day they are exhausted from the battle to stay warm, and it does get a little old after awhile. Aside from work, the weather and the occasional yelling match, there is not much to break the monotony. Yet camp life is not without its humor. So far I have gone for a “swim” in the local creek, eaten all the hotdogs I can possibly stand, and watched more Russian TV than should be forced on anyone.

We have been sucking our water from a local stream using a gasoline powered pump and a water hose with a set of filter baskets attached. We pump the water up the hill to a set of water storage bladders in a large tent and distributed from there to the kitchen and the wash tent. Along the way, it is passed through a sediment filter and two paper filters, and past a U/V lamp, which sterilizes any bugs in the water. Generally, we don’t drink it, but if we must then we boil it. For drinking water, we depend on cases and cases of 6-liter bottles flown in from the nearby town of Esso. But we still must have stream water for showers, laundry, cooking, and cleaning, and the inflow of sediment really gums up the works. As the rivers and streams begin melt in spring, they carry much more sediment than usual. During the typical pumping session we have to stop and clean out the sediment filter about every five minutes or so, because of the buildup.

My partner Sean is a marvelously inventive Alaskan who never seems to be lacking for a workaround. And with good reason: you can’t get spare parts here without an incredible amount of effort. Just as we learned when we were children, you don’t throw anything away, because one day it might come in handy. So to deal with the sediment problem he came up with a suction device that, in theory, would stop the sediment before it got to our filters.

He cut numerous holes in the sides of an empty 55-gallon drum, and fitted it with a two large water filters and a piping system on top that would connect with our hose. He wrapped each of the filters with a couple pillowcases, and then dressed the outside of the drum with a sewn-up bed sheet. We dragged the contraption down to the stream bank with the help of Pasha, our young Russian worker. He had already cut away the snow that had banked up at the water’s edge, digging down 4 or 5 feet to reach the ground. Sean fastened a rope to the barrel and perched it on the edge of the bank, while I hefted up the sandbag to load the bottom of the barrel. At that moment the snow bank beneath us gave way, dropping us into 3 feet of extremely cold water!

The first shock to reach us was the stupidity of what we had done. But that quickly gave way to the shock of water that was just barely above freezing. Pasha, who was watching us from the shore, immediately hauled Sean out and they passed a line to me. After pulling me out it was all he could do to not fall down and bust out laughing at his bosses.

Thoroughly wet and embarrassed, we drove the Argo up to the tent and changed into dry clothes. We got back to the water hole and fired up the pump, and much to our satisfaction – and vindication - we were pleased to see that Sean’s invention worked like a charm. From that time on we have not had any problems with sediment. Now the problem is getting one of us to be willing to go down to the bank to retrieve the suction drum.

I will have to wait until another time to tell you about hotdogs and Russian TV. It is time to get back to work.

Jed

Kamchatka Exploration Camp

Hello Everyone!

Greetings from the still cold and frozen coastal plains of Kamchatka Peninsula, Russia. If you have no idea where that is, then I would suggest getting your atlas out and looking it up. Either that or run your finger on the globe across the water from Alaska until you hit land. That will most likely be the peninsula. I am located in an oil exploration camp about 50 kilometers inland from the west coast, about half way up up the peninsula.

I am here for one month on assignment with my company, to fill in for my two field managers while they rotate out to Hawaii. Some deal, huh? Except that they have been here for more than two months and only have five days apiece in paradise to get their visas renewed and get their ashes hauled. Then they get to come back here for several more weeks. I, on the other hand, get to leave for home at the end of the month via the very same Hawaii. I think I have the better end of the deal.

It is a remarkable experience. The exploration project is being operated by a joint venture of a russian company named Lukincholot from Petropavlovsk, and CEP International, a canadian oil development company based in Calgary. The project is funded by a subsidiary of the Korean National Oil Corporation and various other russian and canadian investors. They have been awarded (now) three mineral leases along the west coast of the peninsula to explore for oil, and apparently are having some success at it. My company is supplying camp management services for the project and has been involved for a couple years.

It has been one of the more unusual experiences of my life. Just getting here involved the longest single journey I have been on. I left Anchorage on April 2nd, flew to Seattle, switched from Alaska Airlines to Asiana Airlines, flew to Seoul, Korea, and spent the night at there at the Hyatt Regency. The next day I flew to Vladivostok and spent a night there. The day after that I flew to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky and spent two nights there. Then I got on a mini-bus and drove 530 kilometers north (most of which was a dirt and gravel road), and wound my way through the mountains on a one-lane unimproved road to the very isolated village of Esso. Once there, I was dropped off at the local "restaurant" for a lunch or borscht and pirogis, then boarded a russian helicopter and flew another hour due west just clearing the mountains and dropping down into the hills until finally arriving at the camp on April 7th! That by itself would have been enough of an adventure for me, but that was just the beginning.

I will be here for a month while my guys rotate out of country to get their visas renewed. If they do not leave before their visas expire the russians will not let them leave the country. So my job is to fill in for them and run the camp facilities. The only difficulty is that I don't exactly speak russian. But that is what the translators are for, thankfully. So I am learning a few phrases and in general provide a source of amusement for the locals.

There are 12 women, 103 men, three dogs, and one cat in the camp. There are 12 men with a canadian drilling company, 2 americans (my guys), and the rest are russian nationals from the Kamchatka area. The russians are supplying the professional, technical, and labor personnel for the job.

I have published some more pictures of the camp at my Picasa web album. You can reach it by clicking here: http://picasaweb.google.com/YukonJed/KamchatkaRemoteCamp.

As I get more photos of interest and time I will update this further. Stay warm and dry.

Jed

Meet the new family

Here are the two newest members of our family, Eban and Bear. Eban is a Maltese and Bear (named by his original owner after Bear Bryant) is a Yorkshire Terrier. They are settling in and getting used to each other, though it has been a bit rough at times. Bear is a 7-month old pup, and at 4 years Eban is the old fart. But he is coming to grudgingly accept and appreciate Bear's overly affectionate ways, and we are too.

Mid-Winter stretch

It seems like spring is light-years away, and yet it is officially only a little over four weeks to the spring equinox. Snow has been falling regularly for several weeks, usually 6 - 10 inches at a time, so that now we have several feet of ground cover down in the Anchorage bowl. Up at Alyeska the skiers are having a banner year and in-town cross-country is excellent.

I would like everyone to close their eyes now and imagine me in my snow suit, cross-country skis snapped on, sun shining down on me pushing my way through narrow ski trails winding their way through spruce forests plump with piles of white powder. The air smells clean, fresh, and crisp, and I am eagerly pushing forward to see what adventure lies at the other end of the trail.

Ok, you can open your eyes now. The reality is suburban Anchorage, tense city dwellers on far too much caffiene sick of winter and icy roads and impatient with incompetent driving. I alternate each day between working at my stressful 9-hour a day job, riding herd on various kitchen remodel contractors, wringing my hands over teenage foolishness, and trying to contain the flood of paper that threatens to wash me out of my office. I dream frequently of being hundreds of miles away - 225 to be exact - sipping coffee and eating sticky buns at the two sisters bakery, looking forward to a visit to the Homer Brewery or a ski through the park. Sigh. Will winter ever end?

We had a most exciting morning today, one that left me glad for life and grateful for everything. At 5 am my daughter Megan woke us up screaming something we could not understand. The adrenaline surge brought me out of bed and out the door so fast I forgot that I did not have any clothes on. At first I thought she was yelling at our new puppy, Bear, who is sleeps in her room and is still trying to get used to his new home. He is often awake at all hours of the night, whining, woofing, scratching, and otherwise making a racket that keeps her awake. That wasn't it though.

I stood at the opened door of her room in a confused fog while she continued yelling. The smell of burnt plastic made me realize something was very wrong. I flipped on the light to see smoke coming out of an old power strip on her floor that had burst into flames and was still pumping nasty, gray smoke into the room. I ran into the room, traced the cable back to the wall and jerked the plug out of the receptacle. Fortunately nothing else was burning so I threw the burned strip on the front porch and went back inside to see what had happened.

She said she was awakened by the popping and sparking of the device. Sparks were shooting a good foot or more into the air like minature fireworks. We couldn't figure out what had happened but thinking about it later in the day I had my suspicions that our puppy might know something about it. I finished checking the floor around the spot and found nothing else of concern.

As we were leaving her room to go back to bed I discovered that Bear had left us a brown surprise just inside the door. In my alarm I had pushed the door open right over the top of it and wiped it across the carpet about a foot. After going in and out the door several more times it had gotten thoroughly ground into the carpet leaving a thick brown swath of poop about 4-inches wide. In disgust, I spent another 15 minutes spraying and scrubbing and cussing the damn dog until the carpet was relatively cleaned up.

We finally got the house calmed down and everyone back to bed about 45 minutes later. When I woke up a few hours later I couldn't help but think that we had been spared a much worse ordeal. Somehow it made the day all the more special and winter a little more tolerable. And maybe it was all the adventure I needed, for now anyway.

Hope you are all well.

More hunting pictures of Chad, Dan, Alfred&Shawn's mule deer

Chad & son's hunt in Idaho

Hello Dixon Clan

Here are pictures of mountain white tail deer hunt in Idaho.Chad & Danny arrived in Idaho on the 9th of November.Left to go hunting with Alfred & Iva's brother Yogi in the mountain's close to Elk City, Idaho.Weather was wet & cold. They spent a week in a wall tent up Newsome creek! Alfred shot a 5 by 5 point with a .222 single shot. Danny shot a 5 by 5 with Grandpa Dixon's m1-30.06 rifle. Both were very proud of there trophy size antlers.They tortured Chad by making him hike the steep mountain's and pay for being out of hunting for awhile!But all had a great time together & look forward to doing so again soon!

HOWDY

Howdy Y'all! I think I have finally figured out this blogging thing- way past my bedtime =) I just wanted to post a quick "Howdy!" from Texas. The kiddos are finally asleep (for the most part) and Roger is watching sports of some kind (those darned Mavs didn't make it as far as we'd hoped!!!!) so I am enjoying the computer to myself for a minute...
We've been watching the latest version of "Deadliest Catch" (the boys' favorite show), and it reminds me of my Alaskan relatives =) We are enjoying the blog site. The pictures and stories are great-- It's like one giant family scrapbook! With everyone so far away, it helps us keep "in the know". I'll post pics of the kids (when I figure that out) and I'm sure you'll be hearing from the rest of my "Clan" in the future.
Until next time...
Chris and the Southern Folk =) =) =)

Dad is back home

Hello Everyone,

I just wanted to let you all know that Dad has been released from the hospital, as of yesterday. He went through the bone marrow sampling at Providence Hospital, which he said went smoothly and was surprisingly pain-free. They drilled a little hole in the bone of his hip and drew out 4 or 5 cc's of marrow fluid. They will be testing it over the next five days, so he won't have any new information until then.

When I talked with him on the phone today he was sitting in the sun on the front porch taking his ease and enjoying being back at home. He was minding his own business - trying to figure out how to entertain himself without being able to read, watch TV, or walk very far - when Chad arrived with a surprise visitor. At first Dad thought it was me but quickly discovered that it was Alfred! He decided to pay a visit for the weekend and surprise everyone, including Adrian, who still doesn't know yet (unless he reads this blog) that he is in town. Alfred is also here to renew his electrician's license in Alaska so that one day he might be able to move back.

And Adrian and I and our families will be heading off to Homer this weekend. It is Shorebird Festival weekend and the first chance we have had to get out of town to see how the cabin fared over the winter. Susan and I are definitely excited it but my kids, particularly my daughter, would rather eat worms and die. Oh well. One day I hope she feels differently. Both of my kids have been under the academic gun these past few weeks as the school year draws to a close at the end of next week. They are a little on the testy side.

I will post some pictures of Dad, Alfred, and Homer later on.

Love,
Jed

Dad's hospitalization, update #3

Hello One and All,

I paid a visit to Grandpa at Providence Hospital today. He is doing well, in spite of the evidence to the contrary. Up until this past Friday he had been recuperating at home from the last hospitalization at Elmendorf hospital. He had been receiving home treatment by the visiting nurse who, once again, became concerned with the condition of his eye and his overall health. He was admitted to Providence because the urgency and the fact that his doctors at Elmendorf would not be available until Monday. Here is the latest installment of gruesome photos. Double-click on them for excruciating detail.

It may not be obvious, but even though his eye looks gross it is actually healing relatively well; especially considering the class of bug that got to him. And in that matter I have a little more information for you all.

The doctor in charge of him at Providence specializes in treating infectious diseases. He said that he had been infected with two bugs: serratia, and Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus Aureus (MRSA), otherwise known as staph infection. The first is actually a secondary infection that sometimes happens to patients treated in hospitals. The second is the more serious of the two, and it what he is receiving antibiotics for. It is the bacteria that his foot was being treated for and that may be the source of the infection in his eye. Here is a link to more information about MRSA Infection at the Mayo Clinic's website. It is treatable, but is highly resistant to all but the most effective of antibiotics. The danger is, as I mentioned in my earlier posting, that his diabetic condition makes it very risky to treat him with such a potent drug and his blood sugar level must be carefully watched. He is getting tired of being poked for blood.

The doctor also suspects a more subtle underlying condition for his frequent infection is that his bone marrow is not working properly to manufacture white blood cells. He said this may have been the case as far back as two years ago though they have they have not yet made any conclusion about it. It would, however, explain why he has been so susceptible to infections and so knocked for a loop when they occur.

Here are a couple shots of his foot and legs. This infection is definitely healing and is a very positive sign of recovery.

Please be reassured though that Dad seems to be doing well and is recovering, albeit slowly. Personally I would feel much better about having him receiving treatment at home than being in the hospital with so much other bacteria floating around. Even under the best of circumstances at home his antibiotic regimen will need to continue perhaps as long as six months. It is one persistent bug.

In other news, my daughter went to the prom with her boyfriend Brian. Here is a picture of the two of them:

She is, needless to say, growing more beautiful every day. I am proud of her but am far from ready to let her go.

And finally, for those of you who want more information on how to post pictures, I would be glad to help you out with specific tips by phone. Many modern digital cameras have the capability of taking huge poster-size pictures, which aren't easily viewable in a browser on a monitor. In general you can prepare your photos ahead of time by setting your camera's pixel size to "VGA", or no more than 1 m in size. If you double-click on Dad's photos above you will see the VGA size displayed on your computer screen. The photo of Brian and Megan is saved in a size of 1280 x 720 pixels.

When you are ready to upload the photo it will load into your post at the top of the edit window. Scroll up, cut it to the clipboard, then scroll down to where you want paste it. Right click and paste. It may seem tricky at first but practice it a little and you will get the hang of it. Call me if you want more detail than that.

I am glad to see the posts of the kids. Keep em coming!

Love,
Jed

Greetings From Texas

Junior and Gideon
Adrian, Cara, Chris and the Grandkids

at Mathew's hockey tournament.

Grandma and our princess.

Joe, Bev, and Junior (Wesley).

The Happy Couple.

Hi Ya'll,

Well here goes nothing. I thought we might try to breath some life into our family blog by making a new posting. Thanks to Jed for keeping things going.

First of all, our thoughts and prayers go out to Dad and Mom during this time of trial. The pictures look nasty!!! I'm glad he's making progress, but I'm sure it's driving him nuts to just sit and wait.

We finally joined the digital age just before thanksgiving with Joe and Beverlyn's wedding in Las Vegas in November. Sooo... I can now attempt to post a few picture for all of you to see. I wish I has some of Katie and Matt's wedding to post also, but unfortunately that was pre-digital. I'm trying to get everyone signed up so they can post also. Hopefully, Katie will post some when she has some time.

The pictures above are taken at Joe and Bev's wedding held in a little Chapel just outside Las Vegas. Would you believe, we had a bowling party reception afterwards! It was fun! Joe and Bev are both avid bowlers. They even brought their own balls with them.

I guess I need some education on how to post pictures. I can't get them to go where I want them. Jed!!!!!! What's the trick?

Anyway. The above are just a few pictures from Joe's Wedding, Mathew's hockey tournament in November, and Christmas 2006. I thought you might enjoy seeing some recent photographic evidence that we're still here. As you can see, Joe has inherited Grandpa William's hair genes!

All are well here. Matt and Katie are in the process of moving into a new condo in Miami in a couple of weeks. They finally sold their current condo after almost a year on the market. Miami real estate is crazy. She'll have to tell you about her experience. Apparently things like light fixtures, ceilings, flooring, faucets, etc. are considered add-ons in Miami, but appliances are included! Who knew! Katie is getting close to completing her courses and will get her Nurse Practioner's liscense soon.

Roger and Chris are busy with their family. The kids are very active in sports, church activities, and Gabriel is involved in community play productions and sings with the All City Choir. He has been in the Christmas production at the Meyerson Symphony center for the last 2 years. Chris and Roger spend most of their free time running the shuttle service.

Chris still teaches 4th grade in the Garland ISD and just completed her Master's degree in education. she takes after her Mom. Roger works for Paladin Consulting which is a recruitment firm for IT people. He just got a promotion and is doing well. He's also the gardener in the family and keeps us supplied with fresh veggies in the summer.

Mary and I are just keeping busy being Grandma and Grandpa. We enjoy our grandkids and love our empty nest! Mary still teaches 1st grade at St. Pius X School (22 years now.) She's ready to retire anytime. I'm working for a new concrete company in Rockwall, Texas which is a town just across the lake from where we live. I'm heading out into the country everyday when everyone else is heading into the rat race. I love it! Anyone need some concrete?

Well, I need to cut this off. Sorry for the arrangement above. Maybe next time it'll be better after Jed educates me. Come on ya'll, let's blog!

Duan

Dad's hospitalization, update #2

Hello all,
Yesterday evening I stopped in to pay a visit to the Old Man. He was already entertaining Mom and Greg and seemed to be in good spirits. I learned a bit more about his infection and how it got started. He said that one day he got an itch in the corner of his eye. He idly scratched at it gently, and it went away for a little while. Later though he felt it itching again and scratched at it some more. As this went on through the evening he felt the area around his eye swell a little. By the next day it had swollen all over the top of his eye. At that time he was receiving daily visits from a home nurse. When she saw it she declared that they needed to keep an eye on it (no pun intended I'm sure). The next day the swelling had spread all around his eye and she promptly called the doctor and arranged for him to go into the hospital that same day.

The swelling continued to worsen over the next two days. The physicians thought that the infection was cellulitus caused by an infected tooth. The following day they removed a bad tooth, but the infection did not go down. They took some samples away to perform some lab tests, but the results would not be available for a day or two. Meanwhile they were growing concerned that the swelling might affect his hearing permanently, so they were getting ready to do some more surgery on his left ear. No one was in favor of that choice, so we were all relieved when the lab finally delivered the results the same day he was scheduled for surgery.

The lab positively identified the infection as a tough resistant strain of staphyloccocus bacteria that will require a lengthy course of antibiotic treatment to eliminate. They began administering the treatment immediately and are keeping him in the hospital for observation. In order for the treatment to be effective it must be delivered consistently and aggressively, and treatments are expected to continue for as long as six months. It is a powerful antibiotic and is risky to administer to a diabetic patient. It must be given with special regard to his blood sugar level so as not to overwhelm his liver. Therefore the staff must take a blood sample before the treatment, and then take another one immediately afterward. This process will need to continue after he is released from the hospital, which may occur later this week if all goes well.

Once he is home it is likely that he will need to have a pik line inserted through his vein and into his heart to simplify the administration of the antibiotic. He is unhappy about this prospect, as he just had the last one removed not too long ago. But we are hoping that it will not prove necessary.

Here is a photo of his eye that shows the reduction in swelling. The dark scabs you see above and below his eye appeared shortly after the swelling began. They are beginning to heal and slough away, and hopeful will disappear soon.

We remain hopeful that the swelling will soon pass, but due to the complications brought on by his diabetic condition the infection will take a long time to heal.

I thought you should also see the foot that was the source of his last hospitalization. It was well on its way to healing when this setback occurred, and as you can see it has some sort of scabbing from infection.

With any luck it will resume healing with course of antibiotics.

And finally here is a picture of mother with one of the very attentive nursing staff members.

Mom seems to be handling everything ok, but I can tell that she is worrying about dad. In spite of it all she spends much of her time cracking jokes and - as usual - asking about the nurse's children and such. Dad is getting a fairly steady stream of visitors, and not just family. He greatly appreciates everyone's calls and concern, and sends everyone his love.

Regards,
Jed

Dad's latest hospital visit

Hello Family,

As you all know Dad has been in the VA hospital out on Elmendorf AFB lately. He has been receiving visitors from our family in such a steady stream that the guard at the Boniface Gate doesn't even need to ask who we are there to see; she just smiles and shakes her head. He is improving day by day. If you didn't know, he had contracted a staph infection in his left eye which somehow spread throughout his face and down his neck. At first the doctors thought is was cellulitis due to a bad tooth, and removed a rotten tooth on his upper left jaw. When the swelling didn't go down they began to talk about performing surgery on his left ear, but I don't know what they were intending to remove. Before that happened, however, the tests from the lab came back confirming that staph bacteria was causing the infection, so they began a course of antibiotics that is having a very positive effect.

These pictures were taken at his request on Friday April 19th. He just wanted to document the condition of his eye before the swelling completely went away. It was much worse even a day earlier.




I have not spoken with him today, but I heard that he was moved to a new room that is more private than the four-person room he was in before. The phone number to call is (907) 580-1997 if you want to talk with him. He is in good spirits but does get bored laying there day after day.


That's all for now. I will update you a little later on his progress.


Jed

Getting the car started

Gidday there family!

First of all, Congratulations to Kim on the opening of her new business venture Dryland Training. I am looking forward to using it later this summer, and can't wait to get back out on the "ice."

Wow! It has been a wild and crazy journey since December, which was the last time I was able to spend some time writing, and I thought that by now I would be leading the life of luxury. But I was wrong.

Graduate school is now over, and I have more feelings about finally getting it over than I have time to express. It is a great relief to me, a great accomplishment, and yet it also leaves a great emptiness. One that I am rapidly filling with my next challenge: finding the right job. This is "graduate school - Part II" for me . I have several irons in the fire, but none ready to come out just yet. I will update you all on this a little later.

Once school ended the floodgates opened up on the many other pent-up projects and responsibilities I have been putting off. Susan and I borrowed some money to do several home improvement projects like new windows and kitchen appliances, and have (or rather, had) plans for others. The teen group from our church, for whom I have been attempting to provide leadership, is gearing up for a group trip to teen camp in southwest Alberta. So we have been busy with fundraising and organizing. Meanwhile, my teens fully entered the end of the school year whirlwind of concerts, proms, and other events. And of course, the short and violent Alaskan spring with all of its yardwork, house repairs, and preparations for summer arrived at the same time!

It is enough to make my head spin.

Yet that is the cycle of life in the dramatic and extreme north, and we love it (I guess). Now that summer is (as of a couple days ago) finally and officially here we will cram as much fun as possible into the next three months. The fish are already running and Homer is beckoning. The Copper River reds hit last week and the spring run of Kings has already come and gone. I am not much of a fisherman, but can't help but get caught up in the excitement. Adrian and I will be heading down to Homer over the July 4th weekend to spend a few days doing repairs to Dad's cabin and hanging around the Homer Brewery. That should be a good time. I can't wait.

I want to say a lot more, but have already run out of time. Here is a picture from Father's Day 2006. My family got me a digital camera, so I will be able to post many more pictures.

Love, Jed