And Another Critter Health Issue Pops Up
This is Maxwell.
That picture is about two and a half years old. He’s a little grayer in the muzzle now.
Maxwell is one of the ones that just showed up one day. He and Baxter were together. IIRC, Maxwell was sporting a choke collar with a length of chain still attached to it. We put an ad in the paper, nobody responded. So they just stayed. This has been a few years ago. I’m not sure how many.
Hubby works nights. When he’s gone, I use a baby monitor to keep tabs on the dogs. The transmitter is in the dining room and I take the receiver with me when I go to bed. If I hear anything it’s usually 0-dark-early in the morning and they’re fussing because they want to go outside. Sometimes they need to pee, sometimes they just want to chase the raccoons or possums or whatever it is they hear out there.
A few nights ago I was awakened at about 2 a.m. by a very odd sound. When I was fully awake, what I heard was dogs fussing and fidgeting. I figured they needed to go outside. This was during the arctic blast, so I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I got up anyway. When I got into the dining room I found the dogs up and restless. Except Maxwell. He was on the floor, head pressed against the gate between the laundry room and dining room, in a full-blown seizure. I got down on the floor with him and held his head up until it passed. He popped up, looked around like, “What’s going on?” He seemed fine. And he wanted to go outside. So, after cleaning him up (one side of his face was covered with drool, as was the floor he was laying on) I let them out for a few minutes, and then brought them all back in. I checked him out, he seemed fine. So I went back to bed.
Next morning when Hubby came home I told him what had happened. And I called the vet to set up an appointment. Hubby told me later Maxwell had another seizure later that morning after I’d left for a class.
The vet drew blood to see if we could find some sort of reason for the seizures. No results yet. I need to remember to call Monday, see what they’ve got. In the meantime we’ve taken him off Trifexis, which means we’ll have to go to something else for heartworm preventative. And he’s on phenobarbital. The first few dosages are higher, and the last of those was this morning. It makes him groggy and he doesn’t like it. Maybe on the lower dosage he won’t be so upset.
On the plus side, he takes the pills readily when they’re in the pill pockets. Shiloh doesn’t usually. Hubby has better luck, maybe she likes him more. Maxwell apparently scarfs them right down. I’ll have to remember to let you know if I have worse luck than Hubby does.
Anyway, here we go with another health issue. I suppose it comes with having so many critters, especially as they get older. Just like people, they get more frail.
Shiloh and Her New Heated Bed
She seems to like it so far.
She’s been shivering. We keep the house cool in the winter, as we can’t afford to heat it up as much as I would prefer. I have been draping a blanket over her and that seemed to help. I thought a heated bed would be better. It showed up today and so far she seems to like it. We just have to keep Lady from kicking her off of it — Lady will probably prefer it, too.
By the way — I laid on it myself for awhile. It’s actually quite comfortable.
Band Rehearsal Began Again Tonight
I wasn’t there. I’m not going back. I’ve told a few people that I wasn’t going back, at least for the foreseeable future. One of them was the band president, ’cause he’s now got to find someone to fill my board position (I’m one of the at-large members).
Fallout so far — zero. It’s possible no one noticed I wasn’t there. Heh.™
The Boss Is About to Make a Huge Mistake
So, another “new boss” post. Well, since I’m the only one who reads this I guess it doesn’t matter.
The boss announced a plan of his a couple days ago, to me. I thought perhaps I’d misunderstood him, and then he said it again today.
He wants us to have a better choir. Nothing wrong with that, depending on what he means by “better”. He wants us to have at least 75 members. Right now there are about 40-45 that show up regularly or semi-regularly. A 75 member choir would be awesome.
Part of his plan involves including young people. And by young I mean teenagers. Nothing wrong with that, either. There isn’t a youth choir at the church, per se. We have kids’ choirs but once they get past 5th grade the next step up is the worship choir. He wants us to have a “multi-generational” choir. We have that now, actually, but he’s planning to extend the generations involved to the younger end of things.
So far so good.
Today he repeated something he’d said the other day, and which he’s alluded to before. That we have some very strong singers in the choir. And we have some that aren’t so strong. Today he referred to some of them as “hiding.”
His intent is to kick people out of the worship choir if they can’t sing well enough to suit him.
Bear in mind, the worship choir is an all-volunteer group. We don’t audition people for the worship choir. If you want to sing in the choir, you can sing in the choir. We prefer that you have the ability to carry a tune, but I don’t think — and can’t imagine — that anyone who wanted to sing and wasn’t very good has ever been told not to come back. That flies in the face of every reason the worship choir exists. We’re people who want to sing to our Lord and Savior. He’s our audience, not the pastoral staff and not the congregation. Not-great singers can be surrounded by strong voices if need be. There’s no need to include anyone out.
The boss is holding auditions (he’s calling them vocal interviews) for people who want to be on the Praise Team. Several have already been singing with him for a few weeks, and they don’t have to audition. But several Praise Team members haven’t sung with him, he’s not familiar with them and he wants to hear them sing before he includes them on the Praise Team. Nothing wrong with that, either.
But kicking people out of the choir because they don’t meet his standard? That, folks, just isn’t done. It’s not okay.
I mentioned before the pastor has twice now (that I’m aware of) included in his sermon the fact that he’s getting lots of negative feedback about our choice of worship pastor/music leader. Once the plan to oust people from the choir is made public — well, if they think the poop has hit the fan already, they’re mistaken. We’re all going to get splattered.
He needs to be waved off. And that’s what I’m supposed to do. I’m just not optimistic that he’ll listen. I’ve tried to help him with things — conducting, for one — and he’s just not all that interested in what I think. I fully expect to be told to shut up, sit down and color.
I’ll try, I suppose, next time I have an opportunity. And if (when) he blows me off, he can’t very well whine about the outcome.
It is going to be spectacular. I mean that in the worst way possible.
The Boss Has Written a Song
So, Thursday afternoon the boss played for me a worship song he’s written. The lyrics are from Ephesians (the topic of the next sermon series and the small groups that are starting back up at the end of this month).
By the way, if you haven’t seen the video on How to Write a Worship Song, you should check it out.
But I digress. He has the song on his laptop, it’s just him singing and playing the guitar. (Is it wrong that the whole time I was listening to the song, which isn’t bad by the way, I was thinking of that video?) And then he asked if I knew anyone who could write it out. In a chart. And write choral parts for it. And he needs it right away, like in the next month.
He can’t do it himself, as he can’t read music. So obviously he can’t write it, either. This is in no small part why he has no idea that what he’s asking for is impossible.
Yes, yes, with God all things are possible. Maybe he should ask God to write the charts and choral parts.
I hope the lightning bolt isn’t waiting until I actually post this. If you (all “you” who aren’t really there, I’m my only reader) never hear from me again, you’ll know that’s what happened.
Anyway. I called my friend whom I’m taking music theory from, the professional musician who teaches and plays for everybody and who wrote a violin obbligato for us a few weeks ago (the church paid her, hooray! I was a little concerned about that). She said her husband had software that might be able to handle it. It’s called Finale and the latest version costs $600 or I’d buy it. I can’t spend that kind of money on something I’d use occasionally. So I talked to him, and he said depending on the format of the file he might be able to run it through the software and produce a chart. He mentioned midi files. The format isn’t midi, though. Might be mp4. I’ll have to ask the boss.
When my friend’s husband put my friend back on the phone she confirmed that she could listen to the recording and put together choral parts, but they’d likely be more classical in style since that’s what she does. Not contemporary. And she could do the piano chart also. But there’s no way any of that’s happening in the next month. She has other obligations and would be shoehorning this in with everything else. She suggested he put it on a CD and call the USC School of Music to see if they’ve got anyone in the Arrangement Theory courses that would be willing to use it as a student project.
Here’s what I anticipate happening when I present him with these options — he’ll tell me to do it, whatever way he decides to jump. He keeps trying to foist off on me things that he, as the music leader, is supposed to be doing. I’m not sure why. Of the two of us, he’s the only one full time and on salary. I’m hourly, and now that the Tree is over and we’re back to “normal”, whatever that means, I’m limited to 16 hours a week. And 16 hours a week is enough to get done what I need to get done to prepare for and clean up after Sunday’s service, but only just. If he’s going to start adding things, there’s going to be a problem. Something won’t get done. And the Sunday prep and cleanup have to get done. Everything else is optional. He’s also indicated he wants me to built the parts CDs for the choir when music we’ve ordered arrives. I’ve told him I never did that, the boss did that, he knew how, I don’t. And I don’t have the hardware or the software on the office computer to do that.
It’s possible they can do that up in the television booth. They’ve got lots of equipment up there. But the only thing I’ve been trained on is the duplicator and that was so I could crank out parts CDs for the Tree choir members. Once someone gives me the master CDs I can make as many copies as are needed. But building masters I have no idea how to do.
And I only have 16 hours a week to get all my work done in.
I’m not sure how it’s going to be received when I tell him I can’t, literally can’t, do what he wants me to do.
And what on earth does he do all week? He’s seldom in the office. He’s got a MacBook Air, he could do it himself. My ex-boss certainly did, and he had a full-time job elsewhere.
Change is change…. Not necessarily good. Not necessarily bad. But when the boss keeps trying to pile on me things he is supposed to do….
Sheez. I don’t know what to do here. Guess I’ll just keep praying. God has a plan. It’s very clear to Him. All I see is murk.
It’s Too Cold
We keep our thermostat set at 68 degrees in the winter. It’s too cold for me, especially when it’s really cold outside, like it is now. But we really can’t afford to bump it up any. So I bundle up in the house. But I don’t like it.
Here’s our forecast for the next few days.
It’s cold, y’all. This is South Carolina; we’re not used to this sort of thing. Our house is on a slab, which feels to me like it’s leaching all the cold out of the ground and radiating it upward into our feet. I could use a little global warming, actually.
Of course, it could be worse. Here’s Dayton, Ohio.
Here’s Chicago.
We lived in Sacramento for several years while I was growing up. Here’s their weather forecast for the next few days.
On the other hand, here’s Honolulu.
*sigh*
Stay warm, y’all. Wherever you are.
Using Anything You See on Television As a Benchmark for Life Decisions Is Stupid, Stupid, Stupid
My ex-boss told me something a few weeks ago that still has me baffled. So I figured I’d share it with you. You’re welcome.
Seems he and his wife were watching something on television one evening. I can’t remember the title of the series, it wasn’t anything I’ve ever seen although I remember thinking I’d seen ads for it. Two of the characters are a married couple; the husband apparently works long hours and the wife has responded to his being gone more than she likes by having an affair.
I know that doesn’t narrow it down much, as far as which show it might be. Sorry.
My ex-boss opined that he felt sorry for the husband. His wife responded that it served him right, that his wife was lonely so she stepped out on him. The message seemed to be, according to him, that his wife was hinting that once all his obligations to the church and the Singing Christmas Tree were over, he’d stay home if he knew what was good for him.
I didn’t say anything. I was thinking plenty, but you know sometimes the best thing you can do is just keep your mouth shut.
She won’t care what I think, and certainly will never ask me, but here it is anyway.
I’ll start out by saying when my husband and I met, dated and got married we were both on active duty in the military. Three weeks after our wedding, he was in Germany and I was in Florida. We knew that was coming; he had the assignment long before our wedding and I had been led to believe by the manpower toads at Randolph Air Force Base that getting a joint-spouse assignment in Germany was a piece of cake.
It wasn’t. The first 10 months of our marriage, he was in Germany and I was in Florida. I was able to get an assignment to the same air station he was assigned to in no small part because his commander worked very hard and pulled strings to get me there. We weren’t in the same unit, we couldn’t be. I was at the squadron and he was at the flight. We lived in the same apartment but because our units were on different deployment schedules and there were also TDYs, somebody was almost always gone somewhere.
That went on for about 3 1/2 years, when I was assigned to another unit 4 hours away, as the operations officer. We took turns driving back and forth on weekends to be together. That went on for a little over a year, when he got out of the Air Force and joined me in Wurzburg. I was later assigned to a radar unit in Bad Kreuznach. Still in mobile radar, so lots of deployments and TDYs.
In October of ’91 I was transferred to Shaw Air Force Base. I was assigned to the 507th Tactical Air Control Wing (which no longer exists). Lots of TDYs, lots of deployments. We had a reorganization or two; I ended up at 9th Air Force Stan/Eval. Lots of TDYs.
And then the Air Force sent me to Korea. For a year.
When I got back I was assigned to Shaw (Hubby stayed put, of course, we’d bought a house in ’91), at the 609th Combat Ops Squadron. Lots of TDYs, lots of deployments. I retired from the Air Force in ’98.
Here’s the thing — she’s grousing that her husband is spending too much time elsewhere because he’s involved in things. I can’t imagine telling my husband (or my husband telling me) that he (or I) had to give up something he (or I) loved because we weren’t spending enough time together. He comes home every night. They’re living in the same house and she sees him every day.
There were months when my husband and I weren’t in the same time zone, on the same continent, or in the same hemisphere.
If your marriage matters to you, you make it work.
She doesn’t have the slightest idea what being separated from her husband would feel like. She’s never experienced it.
Sometimes people just need to be slapped with reality.
And using something she sees on television as a stick to hit her husband over the head with, threatening something she has no intention of ever following through on, is stupid. It’s mean. And it’s destructive.
She’ll never ask me what I think about it. Neither will her husband, my ex-boss. And it’s a good thing, because neither one of them would like my answer.
Just venting. Thanks for listening, all you people. Who. Aren’t. There. *sigh*
Maybe We Need Crowd Control…
… but we’re not that big a church.
One of the funniest things I’ve heard in a long time was a description of the stage (dais?) of the sanctuary immediately following a service a couple weeks ago. The guy in charge of the television/recording booth said when the service ended and the 3 Praise Team members were joining others on the stage it looked like “Saturday afternoon at Wal Mart.”
I’d hope the people in the church were better dressed….
It Appears Our Pastor Is Getting Some Heat
Pastors have a very difficult job. They’re charged with leading their congregation, providing spiritual guidance and teachings in accordance with the teachings of Christ, and listening and advising their members in all types of dilemmas, personal and otherwise. They have to make sure the staff is performing well, the budget is balanced, the building(s) and grounds are adequately maintained, and while they may have staff to do all that the senior pastor still has the ultimate responsibility. Kinda like being a military commander except when your “troops” blow off your instructions you can’t necessarily do anything about it. Pastors can’t lose their tempers or commit any social faux pas or be unfriendly even if they don’t feel very well at the moment, and as he said today if he’s not paying attention and passes someone while driving who waves and he doesn’t wave back, he hears about that too.
Pastors, and their families, are under attack by the enemy, constantly. It’s a very tough gig.
Our pastor has been getting some serious feedback regarding our new worship pastor/music leader, apparently. This morning was the second sermon I’ve heard (I missed last week’s, I was at another church for a gig) in which he’s been clear that he’s getting some comments from very unhappy people about the choice we made in hiring a young man who… I may have mentioned this before… can’t read music. And is very different from the worship leader we had previously. My ex-boss. The “interim” music leader who was “interim” for nearly three years and did a tremendous job.
This morning the pastor mentioned that when he came to be the pastor here two years ago (before I was attending) the staff was largely “interim”. That would have included my ex-boss. They hired two very young pastors and that decision seems based on finances (young people are cheaper than people with experience) and energy (young people have more). I don’t agree with the second statement, but it doesn’t matter — we’ve got what we’ve got. He seemed to be saying that the hiring of the young guy as worship pastor was of a piece with that evolution — young and energetic.
He also said they’d interviewed another fellow, about 20 years older, whose statements during his interview included his plan to come in and “clean up” everything (I’m not sure what needed cleaning up, maybe I missed something) but that he wasn’t going to stay for more than a year because he was sure that a larger church would be interested in his services by then. And he wanted $30,000 more a year than we’re able to pay.
I don’t know if anyone else was interviewed. Might have been only the two guys — the old guy with the attitude or the young guy with few skills that we actually hired.
I suppose he was cheaper, the young guy. And more malleable.
I don’t know how many resumes we received, either. My impression is we got quite a few, but none of them seemed suited to us. I don’t really know, however — I wasn’t on the committee, was never invited to the meetings, wasn’t asked for my input. That’s as it should have been.
When I interviewed for my job a little over a year ago I was told the position might not be funded for the year, so it’s possible at any moment that I could be let go. When the new guy was hired full time I fully expected to be told that once he got used to the place I was done. I’m still waiting. He needs help — but there’s still the possibility that as much as they’re paying him they may decide he can motor on by himself.
It’s not that I’m doing a bad job. I work very hard. I try to keep things together and make sure he’s got what he needs, even if he himself isn’t sure what that is, and that our musicians and choir members have everything they need before they need it. But I’ve learned in life that you can be very good at your job and still be shown the door the moment it’s decided you cost too much or someone wants you gone for a personal reason. Doesn’t matter how much help you’ve been — once someone in charge decides they can do without you, out you go. Them’s the breaks in the working world, even at a church.
This morning the pastor cited a few scripture passages — shut up, I know that’s what they always do, but I wanted to let you know what they were. He started out in Judges 8 (that’s the series we’ve been in for some weeks, but it appears today was the last day of that series). Gideon defeats Midian with his 300 men against Midian’s many thousands (I’m not sure of the number, might be 135,000 if my reading of Judges 8:10 is correct, but from Judges 7:12 — “And the Midianites and the Amalekites and all the people of the East lay along the valley like locusts in abundance and their camels were without number, as the sand that is on the seashore in abundance.”). So Gideon was seriously outnumbered, but he had God on his side. Gideon and his army continued across the Jordan in pursuit of the kings of Midian. When the army stopped at Succoth he asked for food, but the officials there refused. Gideon said when he was victorious he would come back and “flail your flesh with the thorns of the wilderness and with briers.” He and his army proceeded on to Penuel, and there asked for food, and were refused again. He promised the men of Penuel, “When I come again in peace, I will break down this tower.” When he captured the two kings of Midian he went back to Succoth, captured a young man and questioned him. The young man gave him the names of the 27 elders and officials of Succoth. Judges 8:16-17: “And he took the elders of the city, and he took thorns of the wilderness and briers and with them taught the men of Succoth a lesson. And he broke down the tower of Penuel and killed the men in the city.”
Are you confused about what this has to do with our new worship pastor? Hang on, the pastor had more to say.
At the start of the sermon he talked about conflicts within groups. Families, churches, whatever. And with a few illustrations made his point that more damage is caused by internal strife than outside influences. His first illustration had to do with a small church in which an influential family decided that since a daughter played banjo, every service she should play her banjo. And if that wasn’t allowed they were going to leave the church. I am not proud of this, but when he said the words, “the daughter played the banjo” I blurted out, “Oh, here we go.” Fortunately I was not near anyone else — I was up in the sparsely attended balcony, of course, since that’s where the boss wants me to be — but it still wasn’t the sort of thing you should blurt out during a sermon. Especially when you’re on staff.
He segued into Judges, and then Ephesians 5:15-17 — “Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.” It goes on (Eph 5:18-21) to say “And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit, addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart, giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, submitting to one another out of reverence for Christ.”
Then there was Leviticus 19:17-18 — “You shall not hate your brother in your heart, but you shall reason frankly with your neighbor, lest you incur sin because of him. You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.”
From Romans 12: 17-19 — “Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.'”
My impression was that our pastor is trying to quash the complaints by calling them evil. I might be overstating this.
As I’ve said before, our new worship pastor is unqualified. He is in over his head. He can’t possibly lead musicians or a choir if he doesn’t possess the skills to do that.
I’ve said this before too — maybe our task is to teach him what he needs to know so he can do what he needs to do. I gave him the first two books for the music theory class but I have no idea whether he’s even looked at them. I gave him the phone number of the woman whose studio is the venue for the classes but I have no idea if he’s called her.
He can learn to read music. He can learn music theory. If I can do it, he can do it. I just don’t know if he’s taken any steps to do that.
We’re still not communicating well. There has been not one time that we have sat down and gone over the slides for the service so they say what he wants them to say. I do the best I can, I read the music (because I can!) and put the words in, but if he wants anything changed it happens Sunday morning. And that’s disruptive.
By the way — this morning he had our guest violinist confused. I explained to her that he improvises. I didn’t want to tell her he couldn’t read music and so had no idea what she might be doing. Our pianist and organist were also confused, but they’re adjusting. For now. And there were a few times in the service that he managed to baffle his 3 Praise Team singers.
He cuts measures out. He adds measures in. He changes tempo without warning. He’s flying by the seat of his pants and it’s not going to work as long as he has other musicians up there with him.
The choir didn’t sing today. The next rehearsal is January 8th. They did sing last week, and someone described his conducting style as “the tomahawk chop.”
Oy, vey.
There is a solution. He could fire the organist, fire the pianist, not have any other musicians up there reading charts, could have himself and a drummer and another guitarist up there and they could improvise to their hearts’ content. The choir might also have to go.
That would have the benefit of removing all the confusion.
It would also drive a significant segment of our congregation right out the door to another church. And they’d take their checkbooks with them.
It’s a mess. It really is. I’m still trying to leave it to God. He has a plan. There is a reason for all of this. He wants me to do something — maybe it’s get the guy started reading music.
Maybe it’s finding another job so this fellow can do what he wants to do the way he wants to do it — with the pastor’s approval.
My ex-boss would never have stood for it. But he’s not here anymore. I hear one of the reasons they were so eager to get rid of him (rather than offer him the job full-time) is that he wouldn’t knuckle under to what the pastor wanted to do. I wouldn’t know — I was never present for their meetings or conversations. For all I know that’s so much hot air.
Things are different. Very, very different. And change isn’t always for the better.
God help us. And please tell me what it is You want me to do.
Our violinist scheduled for the Christmas Eve service emailed me less than 24 hours prior to the service and announced that she couldn’t make it. Her family was “traveling.” Not sure what that means, but wasn’t there a plan to travel in place when she said she could play Christmas Eve?
She’s under 18, meaning she lives at home with her parents. With whom she apparently didn’t check before agreeing to the gig.
So, as the cellist had previously pulled out (the week before), we were down to 2 string players, a violist and a string bass player. And then I got an email from the bass player’s wife. She sent it at midnight the 23rd. Or just after midnight the 24th, pick your preference. She said their daughter was home for Christmas (she’s a cellist) and her husband (the bassist) thought she could play. Could I send the music?
Well, not from home, no. It’s scanned in on my work computer and I don’t have LogMeIn. I used to, when I worked at the Board of Realtors®, but I’m not eager to work from home as I wouldn’t get paid for that time and I don’t want to start that again. I emailed her back, asked if I could send it when I got to the office at about 2 (rehearsal was at 3, service at 5), or would she be okay sight-reading? Also could she play the violin chart or did she need cello parts? I wouldn’t have had the solo for the prelude done, but if she could play the violin part on the cello that would still work.
Never got a response. Figured the answer was “no.” And then she showed up with her dad for rehearsal. I had to scramble a bit to pull music together for her. And she apparently misunderstood my question about playing the violin part. She’d brought her violin with her, I think, and played that.
She’s an excellent cellist. Not so good on the violin. I was up in the balcony for the rehearsal, my boss was right there on the stage with her but he didn’t say anything to her even after it was pretty clear we had a problem on our hands. She did the best she could, but y’all — she was out of tune the entire time, and she played the violin for the whole service, never switched to her cello (which she had brought with her). Had problems finding notes occasionally. The solo for the prelude was moderately painful. The sound guy put a good face on it but he was cringing too. I talked to the guy in charge of the recording (for the DVDs and rebroadcast later) and he told me they’d “cut her off” after awhile. I’m not sure how they do that as the mikes in front of our string section continued to function just fine and I know that because — well, ouch — but I thanked him anyway.
During rehearsal I briefly entertained the notion of running downstairs and volunteering to play the solo for the prelude but I couldn’t think of a way to do that without insulting her. The boss might have expressed a preference but he didn’t. I can’t blame him, really, he’s still new, but it was his call. Not mine.
So if you’ve agreed to a gig, show up. Canceling at the last minute may be acknowledged with a polite response to avoid hurting your feelings, but if you were present for the actual reaction — well, you’d get your feelings hurt. At least. Having said that, we’re trying again with her this Sunday. If she doesn’t show up we’ll be 0 for 3 and I’ll be done. She’s a very good violinist, but that matters not at all if she’s not reliable.
Oy.
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