Books of January 2026

How is it the last day of January already? This month has felt simultaneously short and also very long, as each day brings some new catastrophic event to my attention.

But I did do some reading this month. Seven books. I started out reading the book club book, and I did like it and I did finish it, but it was set aside as I read...

1. The Carpool Detectives: a true story of four moms, two bodies, and one mysterious cold case (2025) by Chuck Hogan. This was a good true crime book for me because it was a cold case, so we never saw any bodies in this book, which I appreciated. These moms, while feeling stir crazy during the COVID quarantine, developed an interest in a 15 year old double homicide and they ended up solving it. A New York Post (10 Aug 2025) quote from the author: “Their ability as women to get people to trust and confide in them — was their superpower in investigating and breaking this case,” writes Hogan. “Motherhood no longer defined them — it was one of many hats they wore.” A quote from the same article by one of the moms: “One of the things that we were super-focused on was to protect the identity of the victims’ family. We changed the location of the case in the book, and we asked the author to protect them,” Planko told The Post. “They wanted privacy, and they were so kind to us to let us write the story.” So, it is True Crime...but you won't be able to figure out what actual case it is. 

2. The unselected journals of Emma M. Lion vol.6 (2022) by Beth Brower. Of course I finished this before our assigned book of the month for book club! How could I not? This came to me through ILL (our copies are hopelessly long-listed!) so I had to read it, right? I really enjoy the characters in these books! And...there is a kiss at the end of book 6!! Maybe Emma is going to choose one of the many young men who flit around her like bees around a flower!

3. And then I really did finish our book club book. It was How to age disgracefully (2024) by Clare Pooley. And it was also really good, and full of likeable and dislikeable but evolving characters. These characters are from all over the place: Old folks, a baby, a teen dad, a retired jewel thief plus more. William, Art's friend, who is just the epitome of what a friend should be. Yarnsy, the old lady equivalent of Banksy. Just delightful characters.

4. Fatal impressions (2013) by Reba White Williams. Having read her Restrike, I wanted to read others of her books about the Greene cousins. Like her first book, this began with a set of dictionary definitions, this time for "impression." There are art impressions and people getting right impressions and wrong impressions as Dinah is falsely accused of murder, but the team figures it all out.

5. Debra Lape was just researching her genealogy when her grandmother told them they were descended from a madam. The research turned into a book, Looking for Lizzie: The True Story of an Ohio Madam, Her Sporting Life and Hidden Legacy (2014) which was a fascinating look at an earlier century and the decisions that were possible for women. I kind of want to email the author because in Family Search NOW there are even more husbands for Lizzie than Debra outlined in the book--but she had kept researching, and it has been over ten years ago since the book was published, so I am not surprised!

6. Bloody Royal Prints (2015) by -- you guessed it -- Reba White Williams. Our library only has Restrike so I have had to borrow Williams' other books through ILL. The definition that starts us off in this book is for "bloody" so not an art word. This book was--less together?--than the first two were. It took place in London (Fatal impressions had set that up--an opportunity for Dinah in London) and it was less focused on one art crime; there were the royal prints, and there was the art and antique thievery, and a lot of just touring around in England looking at hedgehogs and stuff. 

7. Angels (2014) by Reba White Williams. Sorry--I just ILL'd all of her fiction books, and they all came at once! This book is a prequel, telling the story of Dinah and Coleman as children. It was told from the point of view of Aunt Polly, who along with Miss Ida their grandmother raised the girls, alternating with Dinah's point of view. Except the voices of both just sounded the same to me, mostly. It was interesting, and Reba White Williams also is good at creating interesting characters.

And interesting characters--that is clearly what I look for the most in books. If I like the characters, or even if I like to hate the characters, I am in. Poor characterization = boring to me. I prefer to read boring nonfiction to boring fiction!

And speaking of characters, my nextdoor neighbor Jane is quite a character. She is a very spunky lady with an interesting back story. She was just a young wife and mother during the Vietnam war when her husband was killed in action. They had just the one baby boy, only a few months old, when Jane got the dreaded notice that nobody wants to get.

She has just been a widow all these years since, now with her son grown, and she has renters in part of her house. I am not sure if there are two apartments besides her living space, or just one. There are several cars around!

I do not know what Jane did to support herself all these years, but NOW what she does is hold garage sales. She keeps saying "this is my last one" but then she will have more. I think she just really enjoys talking to a variety of people, and garage sales give her a supply of new folks to chat with.

A few days ago, I got an email from Kari (her name is pronounced like car and then ee. Like the car you drive.) about an event to honor Jane today. Happens it is Jane's birthday, but the invitation did not specify BIRTHDAY party. Here is what it says:

"There will be a special, uplifting gathering this coming Saturday, January 31 at 1:30 p.m. in the Relief Society room of the Rock Canyon church building.

The program will focus on faith, music, and gratitude. It will be a quiet, reverent event featuring a short message and a beautiful musical piece composed by a longtime friend of the ward, Jane Haynie.

All are welcome to attend. We hope this will be a meaningful opportunity to pause, reflect, and feel uplifted together.

Please note: This is intended as a surprise for Jane, so kindly do not mention anything to her about the gathering.

Thank you,

Rick Cheney

(a friend of Jane’s)"

I did not know what to expect, but I thought I should attend, because Jane lives next door. My scheduling was tight--I had to pick up Josie from work at 12, stop at the store for Josie, get my clothes that had been in the washer into the dryer, go and pick Rachel up, get my clothes out of the dryer so that Rachel would not have to worry about my clothes after her load was washed, and get to the church by 1:30. 

I got there at 1:31. Late!! Jane was walking up the sidewalk with the Cannons, who live across the street from her.  When Jane saw me, she said, "Myrna, are you coming to help too?" Ardyth Cannon looked at me over Jane's head with a "Careful what you say!" look, but I didn't say anything and just let Jane decide that was why I was there. I usually do not say much, and Jane does all the talking, so that was okay!

I slipped in the back door of the Relief Society Room, and sat down, and there was the man called Rick Cheney ready to run the show. He was a big and tall man who has known Jane for years, and she still calls him "Ricky." 

He read a beautiful letter to Jane. I am talking a VERY well written, beautiful letter. And I am thinkging "Who is this guy?" because wow. It was so well done. Just surprisingly more than I would expect from a tribute letter. My eyes were leaking in places--it was very touching.

So apparently,  his mom (who was there, in a wheelchair) was struggling to raise her children (at least three sons, because he spoke of his brothers) and Jane--Jane bought the house next door to her (I don't know if that was here or elsewhere--if here, it was not our house because I know that the Turners lived in this house the full time after building it, so it would have to be Katrina's house) and then renovated it for Rick's mother and her children to live in. Jane gave them stability, with a permanent place to live, which they had lacked.

I am like--wow. (Another very generous friend that I have!!) And she took Ricky under her wing, because he loved music and so did she. She taught him piano lessons, and encouraged him to sing, and gave him cassette tapes that he played and played and played and played until they broke. The cassette tapes--he named the three favorites--were all Janice Kapp Perry tapes. And then he went through all of his favorite songs on these tapes and how they have shaped his life.

And though he was thanking Jane for sharing this music with him, and he was clearly focused on Jane, of course JKP was also in the audience he was speaking to. I was sitting by Tracie, who was sitting by Roger, who was sitting by Kari, who was sitting by Robbie, who was sitting by JKP. She was right there, and she was also clearly being deeply touched by Rick's words. 

And then, he wanted to play a song that he had written for Jane. And I was imagining it was going to be ordinary, just maybe he would sit and play the piano and sing. But no.

He played it on a blue tooth speaker, and it was fully professionally recorded. Like, it was superb quality. The song, to which Rick had written the lyrics but not the music (I need to find out who wrote the music) was amazing. The writing was so good, with all the nuances that really good lyrics have, and a great melding of the lyrics with the melody and the arrangement of the music, the instrumentation and everything. I was blown away.

The last chorus has "it could be Jane" in it, and also "it could be you." It was truly amazing. Such a good song. Beyond expectations.

And that was it. That was all he had planned. He had brought refreshments (lemon and cucumber water, veggies, fruit). We all took a group picture, but JKP had to leave, so Kari took a picture of Rick, JKP and Jane together, and Kari was kind enough to share it with me.

And then I came home! But I am so curious. I want to know more about this man--does he write lyrics a lot? And who wrote the music? I will have to ask Jane, and she does love to talk, so I am sure she can tell me everything I want to know, plus more!

BYU Folk Dance Concert

 My friend Lynn invited me to go to the BYU Folk Dance Concert in the RB Theatre last night. I don't love going out at night in the dark and cold winter, but I really did want to go to this event, and Lynn is so nice to invite anti-social me to do things, so I decided to go. Sometimes it is good to say "yes" to an invitation instead of my more habitual "no thanks." So I texted her a "yes please," and she texted back "Good! Will you drive?" And I was on a "yes" streak, so I said "yes" to that as well.

I had been going to get a single ticket for me for the Saturday matinee of this performance, but then I thought I should ask Rachel if she would like to go with me, but then I forgot completely about it until Lynn invited me to the Thursday evening performance!

Going to a folk dance event always reminds me of David. Here he is when he was dancing in some year--probably 2011? Because I posted this in February 2012. (This picture is the Ukrainian Hutsul taken in 2006, David tells me.)

I am often really irritated with past me because I am not a very good historian. Like, Lynn asked me what was David's favorite dance to perform, and I didn't know. And though I posted this picture in a birthday post for David in 2012, I did not post about his Christmas Around the World performance. Not in 2011, not in 2010... 

I feel better and also not. Apparently David graduated in 2007, and was in Christmas Around the World in 2005 and 2006. And I did not start blogging until 2008. So phew, I didn't miss blogging about it, I just didn't blog at all. And also I can't keep track of the years flying by, so that doesn't feel better!

But I am getting ahead of myself. 

Lynn wanted me to pick her up at exactly 7 pm, so that we had time to find close parking at the RB, and to find where the bathroom is in case it was needed. I left our house at three minutes to 7, and texted to say "I'm on my way." I arrived at her house right on time. I parked in the guest spots near her condominium, and texted to say "I am here." No response. I waited. No response.

Her condo looked only dimly lit, but I could not imagine that she had forgotten--we had just been together for the Charlie Bird event on Wednesday--so I walked up to her door. (The way we used to always let people know we were there, right?!! Before cell phones!!) 

I rang the doorbell. I waited. I rang the doorbell again. I waited. I could see through the kitchen window that the TV in the living room was on, and I could hear it. I waited. I knocked on the door quite loudly. I waited. I wondered did she leave? Is she lying on the floor after a fall? I tried calling her. The call went to voice mail after two rings. Calling, knocking, ringing...what to do?

I tried the door. It was unlocked. I stepped inside. I called out "Lynn? Lynn? Are you here? I am here to pick you up!" No answer. All was quiet except that I realized that TWO TVs were on. And they were not on the same channel. I stepped into the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, and realized that the TV that was on in one of the bedrooms was quite loud, so maybe she was in there and didn't hear me.

I walked down the hall calling her name, and no response.

I got to the door of the bedroom. Did I dare to peek into the room? What would I find?

I peeked in calling "Lynn? Lynn?" loudly...at first I didn't see anyone. And then she popped up out of the bed, looking disoriented and wondering what was I doing in her bedroom?!!

It took her a moment to realize what had happened, but she is always good at seeing the humor in things, so she was laughing about it--though worried because I had seen her messy bedroom! Was it? I didn't notice! I was focusing on finding her, and was relieved that she was not a body on the floor! That would have been traumatic!

So we left from the condo at 7:15, which was still time to be on time for 7:30, right? 

Well, we pulled into the RB parking lot and there were so many cars!!! "Where will we park?" Lynn fretted. "It's okay," I said, "I can always drop you off and then find a place to park." (Lynn has less mobility than I have--she has a decade and then some on me.) 

And then--like a wonderful miracle--a car started to back up that was just before us! Like, there was a whole string of cars looking for parking, and the figurative waters parted perfectly for US. I didn't love the angle I had to park at to nab that spot, but wonder of wonders, we had a spot! It was on the far west side of the parking lot, so we had to walk through three rows of parking to get to the door, but we were super close to the door as the crow flies. Given the crowdedness of the parking lot, that was a big win. Thank you, thank you!

When Lynn got her tickets, one was for row C (3rd from front) and one was for row L (14th from front). Lynn had forgotten her glasses, and also she bought the tickets, so I told her to take row C, and I would take row L. Also--mobility. I am not the best at stairs some days, but I do not use a cane, so, Lynn needed to have less climbing to do.

When I got to my seat, it was on the edge, just as I like it. But then the group beside me, also who all had at least a decade more compared to me, asked if I would switch with their man on the inside of the group, who had just had knee surgery, and needed to be able to poke his leg out into the aisle. Oh, how I wanted that edge seat! But I tampened down my inner selfish beast and said yes. So I was now in the fifth seat. 

This seat was actually more in the middle, so my view of the performance was really great. I enjoyed it very much, except for during the applause, when the girl on my right would hoot and holler. Holy cow! I couldn't clap--I had to cover my ear! It was deafening! How did that sweet, small, demure girl muster that kind of volume? It is a mystery to me.  There was an empty seat between her and me, and wow, was I glad about that, because if she had been right beside me? That would have been tooooooooo loud!

Intermission came with a text from Lynn telling me there was an empty seat beside her, and an invitation to move to row three. Which I did!! (And did text back to say so!) When I got to her seats, she was not there. I thought she may have gone to the bathroom, but actually, she was looking for me. My ticket was on the west side of the venue; her ticket was on the east side. She didn't venture to climb the stairs, but she was trying to see me on that side. Meanwhile, since I ended up closer to the middle instead of the edge, where she "knew" I would be, I had exited my row in the other direction and gone down the east stairs, so there I was in the once empty seat.

Lynn figures, and I agree, that she bought the two seats on row C, and then the ticket office accidentally gave her the wrong ticket for one of the seats, which she did not notice until much later.

It was fun to be so up close to the dancers! Lynn and I both had a favorite dance that was the same one: a Hungarian dance done by men in gray, with no music--just their tapping provided the music. It was so different from all the other dances that it stands out in my mind.

On the way out the door, while I was waiting for Lynn to zip up her coat, I looked up and saw Evelyn Sharp (daughter of my former students Brian and Julia) and said it out loud, so had a nice conversation with her. That was fun.

Here is a little picture from the website for the event:

They had done a family history based program--like roots and branches, and how in the US people have come from all over the world, which tied into all the dances from various places. Another interesting thing about this concert was that the dancers also sang in many dances, and one song from Ireland they just full out sang while in their kopak dance costumes and then did the dance. That was unexpected. (Although David informs me that they have always, traditionally, sung "Go Ye Now in Peace" so that should not have surprised me. But still it did. And also everyone was in Ukrainian costumes singing an Irish song. So that surprised me.)

Anyways, I shall write a note today to my friend and colleague Jeanette, the artistic director, to tell her that it was a great show. So different from how they staged folk dance back in David's time. It is hard to explain--the shows are just more staged? I mean, like it is more performance art than just "here's a folk dance from country XYZ." I have enjoyed them all--past performances and present performances--they are just different!!

I have two PSes:

PS 1. Lynn is so generous! She has a young law-school bound man (son of one of her former students) who lives in her basement rent free. Once when they had to close the Jerusalem Center because of, you know, war in Israel, she took in two students who had to suddenly leave, but they could not find housing because of the terrible timing of that war (rude!) and they stayed for nine months. And she did not charge them at all! If she has students in her basement, ever, they do not pay; she freely gives. Amazing.

PS 2. I did the math from the Charlie Bird event, and by the time Lynn and I left on Wednesday at about 5:30 or so, he had spent $7800 JUST ON STAMPS. He also bought all the envelopes and paper and refreshments (we did not have any but many people did). And the event was going until 9 PM. That was amazingly generous of him!

What generous friends I have! What wonderful examples of good people I am privileged to know!

Charlie Bird's Letter Writing Event

Cambria Felt, who is in our extended family--the great-granddaughter of Fona Muhlestein Ferry (my dad's double cousin)--posted about a letter writing event in a neighborhood email group we are both in.

It was an invitation to a letter-writing event at Compass Gallery sponsored by Charlie Bird. He had posted on Instagram:

"The past few weeks have felt heavy, and have reminded me how much we need two things: community, and a practical way to show up.

The Compass Gallery in Provo has generously offered their space for a letter-writing day to our state’s congressional representatives—a low-pressure way to show up, use your voice, and be around other people who care.

Wednesday, January 28th
10 a.m. – 9 p.m.
Come anytime that works for you."

So first of all, who is Charlie Bird? Well, he spent a few years as BYU's mascot, Cosmo, and I guess he is kind of an influencer dude. But before that, he was Cathy Evanson Bird's son. His grandparents, Ray and Myra Evanson are people we have known for our whole lives (me and my siblings) and while Cathy is younger than all of us, her siblings were around our ages. Bruce is around Brent's age, and Colleen is around Eric's age, and Arlene is the same age as Steve. Cathy was born in the US while her parents were the mission presidents in the Southern States Mission. She was an adorably cute little baby. 

Also my kids know Charlie's Uncle Eric and Aunt Ruthie and all the Evanson kids from when they were in our ward in PoCo.

So we have lots of connections with Charlie.

It happened that I arrived at the same time as my friend Lynn, so we went in together. Lynn imagined there would hardly be anyone there. She hoped there would be a handful.

The first thing I did was go and talk to Charlie, because Taber!! We have connections. He is the one who asked to take a picture with me, FYI. And he even texted it to me, so I have his number. But I will not abuse it! I told him Cathy would not remember me--I am too much older than her--although his grandparents would definitely remember me, if they were around. Which they are not. But Myra remembered even which Conrad girl I was the last time we saw each other, which was when Abra lived in Taber, so that was a good number of years ago. Myra died in 2017 at age 94. 

I wrote two letters, and Lynn only wrote one. She had worked with John Curtis on his campaign when he was a Democrat. Now he is Republican. She thought he was a fantastic mayor, as did I. But his senating has been less than stellar--well, small fish in a big pond syndrome.

I took the courage to write to Mike Lee, who...I just can't even with him. I really respected his dad, Rex Lee, but I dunno about Mike.

Anyways, Lynn only wrote to John Curtis because she is so mad at Mike Lee she couldn't even with him.

While I wrote my second letter, she went around helping with clean up. She had brought stamps to donate to the effort, but Charlie had a LOT of stamps, so she helped clean up instead.

I took a couple of pictures of the crowd, because it was a crowd. At the time we went, it was hard to find a place to sit. Even there were people on the floor. Even children were there drawing.

The view from East to West.

The view from West to East. 

They passed the 10,000 letter mark while we were there!!

I thanked Charlie for doing this. It was very cool, and it was fun to chat with people pleasantly while we were writing our letters.

January 19

 What a creative title for this blog post, right? I just have an extra day of weekend, so thought I would give this post an exciting name like the date.

Yesterday, we had a fun video chat with David and his children. It was extra nice because David was mid brownie making when we had our chat--he was gathering all the necessary ingredients and utensils, so the kids were very interested in what was going on, which meant they didn't run around like crazy, but instead, we got to see their smiling faces. Ethan was particularly interested in the eggs, telling us "Egg! Egg!" from time to time, and also showing his facility in being able to unscrew the lid to the oil. Millie was enthralled with the brownie mix, which she thought felt like a bag of sand.

Other pictures that I have taken and not posted follow.

First up is Blake! Blake, a student employee from years ago came to town for Claudine B's faculty viola recital last weekend, and they came to see me in the library. Blake is so good at keeping in touch. He always sends me a Christmas card, too. 

I should have gone to Claudine's recital so I could see Blake again, as well as support Claudine, but a down side to the design of the new Music Building is that the recital hall is much smaller than the old Madsen Recital Hall. In order to get a seat, you have to go at least a half hour early. Also, C's recital was very early in the semester, and all the Music 101 students are gung-ho about getting in their required performance attendance (at free recitals like this one!) so...it was going to be packed, and I don't really do packed anymore.

Next up is Alex! (Alex took the picture of us, above. And then I was like--I need a picture with you, too. Another student took the picture for us.) Alex worked for our Music Desk last year (to get some library desk experience) but he has mostly worked for Tim because of his (Alex's) fluency in Japanese, to help with the Japanese book collection. Alex was thinking to get his librarian certificate once he got back to Japan, but instead, he was hired by Sega. He actually had an offer from Amazon Japan, too, but decided to go with Sega. Alex was born in the USA, then his family moved to Japan wher he finished growing up. I think, when he came to the US for university, he was thinking about staying here since he has dual citizenship, but...he changed his mind and is very happy about his decision to live in Japan. He did get married while here, and she is Finnish American, also a dual citizen, so their son actually has three citizenships. Today is the day they fly out to Japan.

ASB update: It is all gone. Sadly, they also have removed even more of the nice, tall, old trees around it. This picture was taken a week ago. Last Monday:

Update on Josie: She is getting better! Her coloring is better, and she just seems more herself after a couple of weeks of doing a lot of sleeping while she was only allowed to work for 5 hours per day. She needed that rest for sure! So happy to see her feeling somewhat improved!

911 (I almost typed (!! instead)

 Yesterday it seemed like good weather to take down the exterior Christmas lights. Not raining or snowing, but not super cold. I didn't need a coat on. I was just going to do it all by myself, but then I got stuck outside because I have a hard time opening our front door from the outside, so I rang the doorbell. Bruce and Josie both came to the door--Bruce because he was the closest, and Josie because she had been watching me on the Ring Camera anyway, so she was coming to help me. She didn't want me to accidentally hurt myself. 

Bruce nearly fell over (he sometimes has balance issues) and had to sit down on the ottoman quickly. So his offer of help was gently nixed because my dude--you just nearly fell over.

Anyways, Josie decided she needed a chair, and so she went and got one, and I should have said "How about just get a ladder?" because the thought flitted through my head that when she put UP the lights, she used a ladder, and even told me "Chairs aren't safe."

But she got a chair, and she climbed on it, and literally the first thing she reached for the chair went sailing to the east, and Josie dropped like a rock with a sickening thwack. It took all of a half a second. And she did not look good. And her eyes were rolling around weirdly, and she lost consciousness, and Bruce called 911 because well, she was not looking good, and also what if it was a spinal?

She was not breathing after her eyes were open and I was patting her gently and telling her to breathe with me, and was calling in and out breaths, and she did it, but she was not really all there. She remembers none of this. 

It felt like a long time till the paramedics got there, and we had gotten blankets to cover her because she was cold and I knew that for shock (which is a part of an accident) you cover the victim.

They came and were very gentle and kind. The lead paramedic checked her thoroughly and carefully, and determined that she didn't appear to have a spinal injury, so he helped her to sit up. He said he felt satisfied that if she would stay upstairs with us, that he felt okay with leaving her and not taking her to the ER, but that if she decided she needed to go there, she could go later. (Which is a much less expensive way of getting there, too, honestly.) 

She consulted with Patrick and Hadis, and all the doctor friends were going "Go get checked! Why would you not go get checked?" This is a no-brainer in most places in the world, because most places in the world think of medical care as a service and not as a business. However, where we live, it is a business, so it is up to the patient to decided whether to support the business or not.

Ultimately, she decided to be checked for her own peace of mind. She and Patrick both noticed that her words were a bit slurry, and actually at the hospital, she did have trouble spelling her last name. Also for awhile her pupils were not dilated evenly.

But, after only about 4 hours, which is not bad, really, we were home and she had been scanned a couple of times, and nothing was broken. "Which doesn't mean nothing hurts," the doctor warned -- "you had a bad fall and you are going to hurt." He prescribed a muscle relaxant and told her to alternate tylenol and ibuprofen for the pain. And she is doing okay.

Today she took a nice long epsom-salt soaking bath, and tonight she even went to D&D because Olivia volunteered to drive her. She didn't know how sitting up for a few hours would go, because she has not been doing a lot of that today. Also Lydia brought her some soup. Josie has good friends. Her friend Julie also said, "Don't you dare come to work tomorrow!" 

So she will rest for at least one more day. Everything/everywhere hurts today. It was a tremendous thwack to her body. 

Patrick assigned Bruce (who had been unhappy that we urged him to stay home rather than go to the ER where the wait in uncomfortable chairs would be long) to find the fall on the Ring Camera. But no!! We have the less expensive plan, and so it does a few minutes, and then misses a few minutes. It happened to miss those minutes of the fall. Those seconds!! It didn't take a minute to happen. It picks up again and she is out cold on the floor of the porch, and we are around her and Bruce is making the 911 call.

So. That was fun. I felt so bad about it. I unfortunately have had it on instant replay in my brain a bit today. Not my favorite mind movie.

Bruce and I, with the ladder, very carefully took down the rest of the lights. (Which are only on our porch, so not dangerously high. Except yes--they were in fact dangerously high, it turns out.) The string of lights she was holding--absolutely ripped the wires out. So that made taking that string of lights down easier; we just cut it because it was garbage already by then.

So. That was our first and hopefully last 911 call. I am so glad she is alright with no permanent damage that requires medical intervention. Just time needed to heal her wounds, and probably some more physical therapy! She has a PT appointment on Wednesday already which was from before--she is going to call her PT tomorrow to sound out whether she should still come given the new circumstances, or if waiting would be better.