Colorado High Country

We hadn't been to Denver in over a year and so we wanted to have some time with Marshall - since his research schedule is more flexible right now.  We headed out on Friday afternoon, spent the night in Salina, KS and got to Denver about 4 on Saturday afternoon.

A lunch stop at Wendy's in Goodland KS was a special "God-moment" as the guy ahead of me in line ordered 14 Frosties for a bunch of college kids he didn't even know.
Before they left, they circled up with the man and his wife -- the place got quiet, they prayed -- I cried.

We had a little hitchhiker with us 

on the trip --We're doggie-sitting Bethany and Mat's two dogs while their house is on the market and their  little dog Dirvey (a special needs dog) couldn't stay behind with the other three dogs -- so we packed her up and put her in the back seat -- she was a trooper and soaked up all the TLC she got from Terry

Marshall planned a trip to Colorado Springs on Sunday and we were able to take in a lot of the sights that were important to Terry when he lived there as a kid.

It was fun being with my two guys and we caught up on Marsh's newest ventures in research and were able to see his lab and the high tech equipment he uses to operate and analyze his data.

On Monday T & I found some community gardens to research for Kids' University Garden this summer.

 

While Marsh worked, Terry and I were able to make two side trips -- Golden on Tuesday and 
Evergreen  on Wednesday.

Stream running right through center of town

Golden CO

Lunch out at Lupitas - M's favorite Mexican breakfast hang-out by the hospital --

Hiwan Homestead - 17 room log cabin from the early 1900's

Marshall worked a long night in ICU night -- came home yesterday morning exhausted we said our goodbyes and hit the road for Tulsa --after 11 hours --  home never looked so good.

Energized

 Maybe it was the way that she went nonstop until she dropped last  weekend or perhaps it was the sound of her little feet running down the hallway upstairs -- to see Papa -- or the fact that the whole weekend for her was an EXPLORATION -- (yes she does seem more and more like Dora the Explorer) -- but Papa and I found ourselves grinning and giggling all weekend with each new adventure.  It's like what happens when you plug in your cell phone when the battery is almost dead and all of a sudden the charging light keeps getting closer and closer to 100%

She spent the longest time playing in the fountain in our garden room

If I only had half Campbell's energy. . . (of course wouldn't that be weird -- a nana running 90 mph)
              She's growing up so quickly  -- what a miracle to watch her play --
                       She has such a curious nature and her days are summed in her songs she sings to herself and to her little critters.


Campbell mimics everything she sees and likes to repeat what she hears -

I found a lot of her songs includes "Papa" in them somewhere!"

Her biggest accomplishment was learning to use the doggie door and found if you back out of it you can quietly get yourself into the wide open spaces of the backyard -without the adults dogging your every step!

What a fun weekend,
We were pumped! 
We were ENERGIZED!

Tony

My cousin, Tony Neese went home to his Jesus 
this past Tues. night.  

He was lovingly cared for by his parents and brothers, and they would tell you they were blessed to have Tony in their lives.  His big brothers were home to help their mother care for him in his last weeks.

His sweet Dad in the latter stages of Alzheimers was given the news on Wed.

I've thought about his life a lot this week -- 

He never realized all the goals that some count as success -- 

He never married and had a family -- 

'never traveled, except for the rides in the pick-up truck with his Dad back and forth to his group home -- He had a favorite spot he would anticipate on the trip where he would stop to get a doughnut. 

His family sacrificed to help him achieve the most he could developmentally -- so that he could live independently. Aunt Neta became his advocate as she navigated the myriad
of agencies to help those who are disabled. 

Tony never wrote a book or started a company or learned how to surf the web -- but he was someone that was loved by his family. 

Despite numerous challenges and being unable to speak - there were certain things he let others know he wanted and liked-- 
He was very attentive to his Aunt Vera who struggled with muscular dystrophy --  
and he loved going to Church.

 He made friends -- caregivers loved him -- 

He impacted all our lives --
 

Jesus spoke about him when he said,

"Except you become like a little child . . . you can't enter the Kingdom of Heaven".  

As they celebrate his life today at his memorial -- A former special education teacher now minister will speak -- My Aunt Neta tells me that he's going to read this poem:

A meeting was held quite far from Earth,
“It’s time again for another birth,”
Said the angels to the Lord above,
“This child will need much love.”

“Her progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishments she may not show.
And she’ll require extra care,
From folks she meets way down there.

She may not run or laugh or play,
Her thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways she won’t adapt,
And she’ll be known as handicapped.

So let’s be careful where she’s sent,
We want her life to be content.
Please, Lord, find the parents who
will do a special job for you.

They will not realize right away,
The leading role they’re asked to play.
But with this child sent from above,
Come stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they’ll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild,
Is Heaven’s very special child.”

He's in his new spirit body --

 he doesn't have those limitations any longer -- 

 He's free --He's home

Weekly Favs

My Favs from the Week

Breakfast with my favorite Uncle this morning in Denver.

Heart Stuff

 Yesterday was a full day -- Youth Alive -- no planning period and launching Kids' Univ. at Life Park last night.  I felt overwhelmed as I started the day.  .  so I prayed -- prayed for ALL KINDS of help and creativity b/c I knew I was going to NEED it.  Here's what HE gave me--

First lunch, one of our  young ladies with lots of challenges asked to share her testimony . . . I was hesitant -- not sure what she would say, yet  knowing we really didn't have much planned, I told her to ask our student leader who was in charge.

In her message, God had one for me -- 

She had brought several of the members of her class with her (they all love to come eat in my room and buy all sorts of things that I sell for lunch)  They got a table together by the door with their student Mentor and were there to support her.  She started, realized she had food on her face asked for a napkin and they rushed to help. 
She spoke about her conversion -- she told us that she'd been listening to a preacher on her computer last April and said his words made her cry -- so she asked Jesus into her heart.  She said she knew she was saved.   She then mentioned how watching the Passion of Christ later touched her heart.  She beamed because of her salvation.  Her friends were so proud!!!


She had bravely witnessed to 43 people. 
 
 I was reminded of Jesus words, "except you become like one of these you can't enter the Kingdom of Heaven."  I know God grinned -- NO --beamed with pride at one of his precious ones.

Had I put her off until next week or later -- I would have missed something so powerful that HE wanted to remind me --  "Hey  -- that's the heart I'm looking for!"

Then during 2nd lunch one of my Youth Alive gals who lives her name "Sterling" shared with the teens there about finding our purpose  from Jeremiah the prophet-- How many kids today know where the book is in the Bible or even connect with this man -- the weeping prophet -- not somebody that most young people today are drawn to.  She talked about how he was called from his birth and related that most people who did great things for God were called and began to be used by Him at an early age like their's.  
A young woman very much in love with Jesus, she said her recent week had been spent looking for God's purpose amid all the senior projects and deadlines.  She didn't feel like she'd been hearing as much from God in recent days, and then went on to say that she realized that when she's not hearing from Him, she needs to look at what she is  listening to.  ( i.e. music, the message of the movies or books she reads.)

She quoted a verse from Jeremiah 15:19 & 20  that struck a chord with me --in her words,  "extracting the precious from the worthless". 

 In other words, I might add,  turning away from what doesn't feed our souls. Looking for truth in all the noise of our day.

Launching Kids' University was a testimony of God's faithfulness.  Everything that could go wrong did -- lost phone thought I might have to drive back to Owasso -- slow checker at Wal-Mart -- every one running late -- BUT GOD --

         Sent the best interns to assist,
                Sent just the right number of kids for the pilot project's first night
                     Gave just the right words 

HE does good work!!!!

 

Getaway Time in KC

It was an easy decision a couple of weeks ago, to take this weekend off, and head up to Kansas City, since none of us really got to spend much quality time together during the Christmas Flu Scourge.  We mentioned to the kids we'd like to give them a whole 24 hours away -- to which they gladly accepted and started making plans.  We hurried to get there Friday night before Campbell went to bed so we could enjoy some quality time with her and stretch out our visit as much as we could.  She had been waiting at the door for 10 minutes in her green rain boots and been looking for her beloved "Pappa" all day long. 


 She puts everything into sentences and chatters non-stop, sings her favorite songs and dances up a storm.  In fact "Dance Party with Daddy" is a major hit of the day we discovered.


I have learned I take second place to Pappa.  I walk into a room without him and she looks at me and emphatically asks, "Where's Pappa?"  All of us in the family have come to accept the fact that next to him, we're all chopped liver.

Don't get me wrong, I had my sweet times with C, too -- she loves to cuddle after a nap on my lap with all her bed buddies, and two blankies . This morning she came in the bathroom, pulled back the curtain plopped in the dry tub, threw in her toys and played while we chatted and sang for the longest time.


She knew she was with two doting g.p's (grandparents) so she sort of taught us the ropes -- she doesn't like to have to sit in her high chair to eat a meal -- And She loves the dining room table top -- it's a great view 

and when she can sneak it in, she pushes buttons on the tv and plops down to watch  She'd love to do it ANY time she chooses BUT (Mommy has limits of only a very short time of Dora once a day after nap) --

"Dora Time"

An especially sweet time for me was sitting with her at her little table yesterday after her nap snacking on an apple and singing to her.  She looked up at me with this beautiful little face and sung back  this precious little song in syllables I couldn't understand and a tune I didn't know but a perfect little melody -- It was the song of an angel!!!

"Just give me Jesus and the light from HIM gets me home."

I came across this reading through the notes on my iphone.  I don't know where I read it --I believe it expresses my sentiment behind our newest banner at Life Park.  "Light shining out of darkness".

Too Good to Miss . . . .

Campbell now has a new bedroom because her's became too drafty this winter. This weekend they finished the move as her Daddy got her bed set up.

My Favorites from the Week

"Whew! I thought I'd never get outside -- I can't believe Mom was insisting I put my shoes on first -
After 15 minutes--she won"

A Facebook status I read by Angela Murray, "I wish Heaven weren't so far away -- I'd love to take the kids and go for the day!"

A Youtube link that one of my YA gals shared with us yesterday by Eric Ludy  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWHJ6-YhSYQ  It redefined my mission for the coming months and years!

Something I found in my morning e-mail a few days ago from Women of Faith that spoke to my heart in this stage of life --I'm putting it here on my blog to remember (and so I won't lose it :-) 



Finding Perspective
by Dale Hanson Bourke
Here’s what I am learning: God wants us to spend the second halves of our lives worrying less about what we do and more about who we become. He wants to turn our lives upside down and use us in magnificent, unexpected, world-changing ways.


He is calling us to step up to the challenge and to leave the past behind.
God is calling you to build spiritual muscle, to develop a resume of soul work, to find peace and joy like you have never known. God wants to take you on an adventure unlike anything you have ever dreamed.
A second calling isn’t about something you do but about someone you become, it is the belief that the best is yet to come, and it will probably look very different than anything that has come before. It is faith that God’s call is not just for the young but for the faithful. It is the confidence that what we can do through God is more than we can imagine accomplishing on our own. Your second calling doesn’t necessarily build your resume, but it builds your soul.

 Shopping is so much more fun if Mom lets me stand in the cart and flash my gorgeous smile at everybody!

 Can't wait to give the kids some time away and keep this little shopper -- don't think we'll brave Target, though.

My Man

One of my students, an office aide, walked in grinning during the last class period today with a beautiful plant from my hubby -- I was caught off guard -- totally surprised.  Terry drove all the way up to Owasso to deliver it himself to my school.  He'd already left a couple of gifts in my car last night that I found this am.

Reading the card I explained to my students that today was our 39th anniversary - they uttered such phrases "uh that's a long time" or "39 years??" -- twice their age -- you could tell they wondered how or why people  stay together that long when their dating relationships last only 6-10 months at best.



One word -- G R A C E --


or maybe that word is . . .                         

R E S P E C T --

or --

U N S E L F I S H N E S S             

or --

A C C E P T A N C E


  or --


K I N D N E S S -- or ---

Anyway, my man exemplifies all of those.  He's the one who gives me the benefit of the doubt -- who excuses away my crankiness -- or unpredictability.  He looks out for what I'm going to need next -- and does the little things -- that go a long way.  He's the one who believes I can do anything -- and encourages me to do so.

 He's the one who comes up with the most unusual gift ideas -- like the time he went to a recording studio and recorded our favorite song for our anniversary one year.  He makes me videos for special occasions -- and creates  the most wonderful anniversary celebrations when it's his year to do the planning.

When he shops for gifts,  he always buys something I wouldn't dare buy for myself -- but I end up liking ever so much.


He puts my needs ahead of his own and works so very hard -- despite the discomfort from his rheumatoid -- to make sure that I am well taken care of.

Wedding Day 1-20-73

Terry Bell -- you're God's answer. 

Too Good to Pass Up -- Is She Good or What???

OK, OK I know I posted all kinds of Campbell pics yesterday but this one was too good to miss!

My Recent Fav's from KC

We love our daily Campbell Updates.  I txt'd Mat yesterday after he sent a cute video and said I was going to miss these little video updates when they moved here and then remembered -- Oh, wait -- we'll have her with us!!

Shopping with momma is hard work!

If I hide in here long enough, I might not have to take a nap

The Trip . . . Going Home

We went back to my hometown yesterday to a surprise 40th anniversary party for my life-long friend, Charlene Bandy and her husband Larry.  I say life-long because we were friends before we knew how to be friends since my parents moved next door to her family when I was two years old.  Charlene is the one who really "got it" with how to be a friend.  She's the one who remembers all the special days with a card, she's the one who kept up with our high school friends even 40+ years later. She's the one who makes the calls first on special days.   She is one special friend!  And SHE'S  the one who makes special times for other people.

But yesterday was HER special day so Terry and I drove to St. Louis to surprise her.  When we walked in the room, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Jannie's here" -- her kids and husband came over and excited to see us as well.    Terry said, it was worth the whole trip to hear Charlene shout that one phrase!  It was HER party but she made a fuss about ME.


We couldn't stay long --and as we were heading back to Tulsa, I got all teary thinking about how she loudly yelled my name as I walked through the door.   I found myself thinking . . .
that's how it's going to be when we get to Heaven.  It's HIS party, but I think that Jesus and all our loved ones are going to yell our names and make a big hoopla when we arrive!" It's HIS party -- but the fuss will be about US.   .  . We're gonna KNOW  the trip was worth it!!!

A Special Thank You to My Sweet Hubby for this Video Presentation For Today's Communion Meditation

Twas the Night Before Christmas and Through the Bell House

Here we are pre-Christmas Eve Scourge!

The guests were dropping like flies
with the Stomach bug "Louse"


The gourmet meals were quickly replaced
With soda crackers, broth and gatorade.
While throughout the brightly lit rooms
Sprawled on couches all my company laid.


In a stupor they watched the games on tv
 And packages were abandoned under the tree.


I had been dreaming and planning for the Perfect Christmas. You know, the ones on the Hallmark cards--- All my loved ones were coming HERE for Christmas --- the first time we would be together in Tulsa on Christmas Day since about 2004!!!
Bethany, her mother-in-law, Jan and I had coordinated our meals -- Jan  had sent her favorite recipes ahead so we could have ingredients on hand -- it was going to be a culinary feast all weekend!!!!  I had shopped for just the right brisket -- Jan had sent a wonderful ham and carrot cake and there was Terry and Bethany's traditional fudge pecan pie to prepare and cranberry chutney chilling in the fridge --


Terry had perfected his sermons for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day -- we had prayed over the entire weekend.

THEN IT HIT --
First Terry, -- having to leave the very BRIEF Christmas eve service and in about 30 minutes me -- I begged off dinner and asked Bethany to carry the ball to keep our Christmas Eve dinner going while I went to bed  --  



Marshall and Bethany brought us trash cans, wet rags, tonic water and pepto bismol -- Mat's parents came down with it in their hotel about 4 hours later and Marshall 2 hours after that and Katie soon after. Everyone said they didn't remember when they'd been so sick.

Our kids set a place for us since we couldn't get out of bed

BUMMER FOR BETHANY, MAT AND CAMPBELL -- this Christmas was going to be the BIG ONE for Campbell Hope!   

BUT --
We all know each other a little better now and are sharing war stories of who was sickest.  We don't have many pictures to post of our holiday, past Saturday morning when we all went to the Philbrook for our Big ORANGE Holiday photo session.

Every time Katie comes to Tulsa something major happens.  In August it was 100+ days, In November it was earthquakes and this holiday we shared the "bug" with her!

Hmmm . . .
how many times had I said on Friday, "I don't want you all to feel stuffed this holiday -- the meals are prepared for us to simply enjoy -- but don't make yourself miserable with all the eating!"


... Wonder why at the last minute before everyone arrived on Friday I had Terry scrub out all the trash cans with bleach. 

FINALLY,  last night we were able to make it to the table again -- our first time since Friday night to enjoy Marshall's wonderful smoked brisket.

Our beautiful photographer doubled as our hostess for this holiday

 YET . . .

I am very thankful --
that we all got 3 1/2 days together -- taking care of each other -- giving each other grace.
That we're all on the mend.

 That we got to enjoy our Campbell Hope. 

That 3 of us stayed well -- that Campbell didn't have a relapse.

That all seven are already home safe.

Thankful for the cherished gifts -- that our kids sacrificed and saved for:
that wonderful all-guy-fishing trip for Terry late next summer
my much needed cutlery and wonderful new gourmet stock pot
lots of fun stocking stuffer.



This holiday there was lots of grace given and love shared as we wiped each others heads and passed the broth and gatorade.


We prayed for a different holiday -- this is what we were given and I believe HE knew what HE was doing.  Today as I'm regaining some of my strength and washing up all the bedding -- I am tempted to wish for more -- but then I was reminded in a very powerful way--


For one of my friends -- she was told this would be her last Christmas.  It all took on a new perspective.

Christmas Confessions

Terry and I have decided we aren't buying for each other this year -- except for a back up camera for our new car. Terry insisted that it is a MUST  (After the incident when I all but ran over him when he was checking the mail and I was backing our car out of the garage headed somewhere nearly clipping him.  He asked did I see him -- truth was I didn't check--- AND it didn't help that there was a news article about a woman in town a couple of weeks ago who ran her husband over and said she thought she had hit the rake and kept on backing. . . . hmmm wonder if they're still together this Christmas?)  
ANYWAY -- the back up video camera made it to the top of our Christmas list.
We both have done a little of our own Christmas shopping though -- I got him a couple of things -- he got himself a new shirt he wanted and I checked off my new Black Friday bargain watch I got on  as my Christmas and a darling little girl chair at the antique store that was a REAL STEAL -- yep, called that my Christmas, too!!!  

 THEN, the other day I decided I'd also buy me a couple of new songs on itunes since my old downloads have worn a permanent groove in the right side of my brain.
I found a great new song by Gwen Smith in my morning quiet edevotional -"Girlfriends in God".  It's called 'Uncluttered" and it has my name written all over it -- being such a project-driven -- task oriented person -- it is me -- even to the part of cleaning out the closets (my life-long task)!!!  Look it up on itunes and listen -- you'll see what I mean.

The one I have to play several times a week, I found one morning on the way to school.  It's a Building 429 song called, "Where I Belong".   I was in one of those moods, wishing I was heading anywhere but school -- thinking that dealing with a class of 17 - 18yr. olds who are so antsy to graduate is certainly not what mission God has for me -- (I've since repented and seen the light on that one).  But this song lifted my spirits -- surged new life in me and got me back on track. 

Yes, it's going to be a wonderful Holiday --I'm getting what I really wanted this Christmas, all my family here in Tulsa -- what more could a Mom ask for???

Light of the World, He Stepped Out into Darkness . . .

are the words to one of my favorite songs.  . . . and something I heard as I drove to school this week -- "unless you let him love you, you've missed the whole point of Christmas." personalized the message for me.

I've experienced Him loving me  this season as He gave me some presents uniquely mine.  One was Bethany telling us about Campbell finishing their bedtime prayers with a hearty "AMEN" --  they didn't know she knew the word when she piped up in full volume.  The peeked at her and saw her folding her hands. Precious!
Seeing her grow so beautifully is another gift . . .

C's play group delivered Christmas cards they made to the nursing home -- aaaah precious!

We go to all the pageants, we read the Christmas story to our children -- and the whole liturgy of advent centers around The Story.
This year I broke the story apart as I taught my Super Kids in Sunday school ...  there were four angel visits, three sets of travelers, two major miracles - with two very unlikely pregnancies, two stunned daddies and two beautiful babies born with their names chosen by someone other than their parents, and a significant cast of animals in this story.  I even made it into a Bible game to help them remember.  But did the people living at that time even have a clue what was taking place?  .  As always and typical of me,  I have a few questions. . .
What were the angels in Heaven thinking as they saw this unfold?  We know the words that the angels out in the field were singing . . . but what did they experience from the heavenlies?  How they must have missed Him those years He was here with us. . . or did His omnipresence keep Him there with them and here with us?
Did anything seem unusual to the Innkeeper the next morning?  Did he have a clue that God had been born out back in his barn?  That he had God with him in that feeding trough?

When the Wise Men left the house after visiting Jesus -- did they know they had seen God, come to stay?

The Angel told Mary that He was to be named Emmanuel-- God With Us-- doesn't that bring comfort and light to your world?    Doesn't that pierce your darkness.  God come to stay -- not just visit.

The earth-shaking miracle of this whole event was that for the first time -- EVERYONE would have Him up close and personal --LIVING in them.  The Old Testament heroes (prophets, high priests, and special patriarchs) had their one-on-one encounters with the Omniscient One from time to time.  Moses got close enough to see God's back and then his face shone for many days -- but in this one instance HE brought HIMSELF to ALL OF US.  The world was pretty dark and bleak at that time after 400 years of silence from the prophets ... They needed the LIGHT.

Our 24-hour news coverage bombards us with stories of  heinous crimes against children as well as the neglect caused by drugs and substance abuse. We see our country becoming less and less a nation founded on faith in God and more and more a materialistic, secular and capitalistic country.  The light is being obscured by the darkness that is increasing.

Nathan, one of my Youth Alive leaders made powerful illustration of that Thurs at our Youth Alive lunch in my classroom.

My room has no windows and it is pitch black when you flip the switch.
He lit a few large candles to keep people safe and enable them to find their food - and handed everyone a birthday candle.  One-by-one the room illuminated into a beautiful glow as approximately 100 students touched their candle to a surrounding one.  He said that as we bring our light -- the fire that God has lit in us -- alongside someone else's -- we create a much brighter glow -- when our's dims -- or even goes out momentarily- our friend helps it to flame again.. .and interestingly, the more of HIS light we have -- the more clearly we see each other.
As they all blew out the candles in the room and we sat in bleak, total darkness -- it was a powerful example of what we would be without HIS LIGHT.
For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ.  2 Cor. 4:6

The Show Must Go On!!!

Where has the week gone?  No, where has the month gone?  Wasn't it just Thanksgiving???  School has kept me really busy -- this is the first year in a LONG time I won't be in charge of the children's Christmas presentation.  God sent the wonderful Whittens to our church family and Brenda has let HIM work wonders through her ministry to our Life Park kids.  So, for me, there were no costumes to finish, practices to orchestrate or banners to finish at the last minute.

This year's shepherds -- and all I had to do was oversee my Super Kids

 But school has been exceptionally busy.  I thought we might be dismissing the idea of a mock wedding in my Marriage and Family Life classes since my friend is closing her Bridal shop --and Terry wouldn't be able to come and officiate. I had tried to keep this wedding away from the holidays and here it was Christmas again -- NO WAY- the students wouldn't hear of scrapping the wedding idea -- and some even said --"that's why I signed up for this class."

Two girls went on line to get "licensed" to conduct the wedding ceremony.  

The gals in my two classes rescued the plan.  During one class period, they had it all planned with people stepping up to loan dresses, decorate from the tubs of decorator pieces we have and of course offers to bake and decorate.  . 

Again this year the kids converted a MESSY abandoned classroom  into a brightly lit bridal chapel.  They even used the back drops from a recent school production of "SHREK' to enhance the dreamy effect. High school students on a mission are so resourceful!

The music department offered their tuxes once again for my guys

It wasn't just one but TWO weddings on two different days -I have to admit -- it was probably the most relaxed I have been all the years we've been holding our weddings -- the students had it all under control. ( I did almost "freak out"  when one class just took over the cake decorating and said they knew what they were doing -- as I saw the first stage of their project -- I struggled to keep from taking back the project --

(One young woman had had three different classes in cake decorating and was helping them try things out on the cake and guiding the process -- way to go Morgan!)  They completed it during their lunch period and it was the prettiest cake we've  ever had!  NOTE: Icing does cover a multitude of mistakes,  LOL
Yes, the students insisted the "show" must go on, and it did -- in rare and relaxed form!