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Wednesday, July 20, 2005 8:54 PM CDT

thank you all who hit your knees last night and gave God an "earful" like Diane. Prayer power, combined with an increase in Dave's dex, has made a difference. He's clearer today. Was up for a while, and although still shaky, he could walk. He hasn't eaten a lot, but what he ate stayed down. We'll take what we can get at this point.

I'm still only on chapter 2 of Harry Potter, and Z is really giving me a hard time. Drat. I finished 2 books last week: Little Earthquakes and Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons, but this week, nothing doing. And Z thinks it's funny that he read a book faster than I did. I'm slipping!

Kenny is in a much better mood today as well. He's been quite worried about Dave, and for Kenny, it means he struggles with getting angry. Angry at the docs, angry at the disease, and sometimes angry at Dad and the rest of us. It's so good to see him smile.

Zach's spent the last few days in a cave. He hurt his leg in All-Stars, and now hurt it again at BDAD (Blue Devil Athletic Development-agility, fitness and weight training), so he's been laid up, reading, reading, reading. I think he's a little bummed.

Kate's been practicing for Peach Basket. Zach has played with the same 3 guys since they were 8. Now 3 of the little sisters, plus a neighbor girl, have joined to make the little sister's team. They are so cute. The boys haven't practiced at all, but the girls are pretty serious about the whole thing. Peach Basket is a street 3-on-3 basketball tournament they do here. They block off all the downtown streets and set up hoops. It's a ton of fun. If anyone can come that weekend, it will be a blast! You're all invited!

Love, Shelley


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