Beverly, I always enjoy reading your birthday and anniversary wishes.
I had a very fun evening out, and came home to find they've I guess given an official diagnosis (not very different from what my mom already suspected and I concurred) - Bacterial Spondylodiscitis. On the plus side, the patient reports mom has linked all report excellent outcomes. It's mostly found in the lumbar/sacral region, and is pretty rare in the cervical region. I suspect he'll need another surgery to fix the damaged bones, but I am not sure how France does it.
I hope now that they have a diagnosis, your dad is feeling better soon, d.
ND, that sounds like a great gig. Good luck with it.
I mentioned to someone the last week that I have become a normal sleeper. I obviously jinxed myself, because I haven't been able to fall aseep at the usual time all week.
I'm glad the prognosis sounds good for your dad, d.
I've lost my favorite flip flops. It's not a huge tragedy but they were nice and comfy. I just hope I didn't leave them at the gym.
Back from Emmett's game in Alameda. I was supposed to meet Suzi for coffee while his team was practicing before the game, but something must have gotten all muddled because I never found her, and my stupid phone won't let me save numbers anymore so I couldn't call her. I am feeling quite oafish.
However, Emmett's team
slaughtered
the opposition. 13-0 at the bottom of the fourth and we all went home.
I've never even seen the ship, so I have no idea what I'm up against. Disney is flying me out to Cape Canaveral in a little more than 10 days to do a site visit while the ship is in port for a day, so I'll know some more then.
Have you done time on a ship period? Because if not, I'd stock up on dramamine or some such. Even the big ships can be seriously nausea inducing to those who might not expect it.
Disney is flying me out to Cape Canaveral
That sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi movie aimed at teenagers.
That sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi movie aimed at teenagers.
Or, since it's ND, the most ambitious porn movie in history.
That sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi movie aimed at teenagers.
The kids go to space camp. Then they accidentally get shot into space! But wait - there's an alligator on the space shuttle! No, it's a genetically engineered Manigator!
Reading the Vaughnshire Farm thing (raising little girls and boys) was so weird. On the one hand, I agree with a lot of what she says. I would be gender specific, but I do think it's good to start kids on chores early, when it's fun and they want to do it. It's good to spend time working with them and encouraging them and not expecting everything to be perfect. It's good to encourage their ingenuity and creativity. I wouldn't be as gender specific about it, but I think that even that's not horrid when it works out that way because of the kids' interest, rather than being shoved into cultural boxes. And yet, it was just, I don't know, off somehow.
I guess what bothers me most is the lack of choice and the gender-specificness. There's something else, though, that I just can't put my finger on. Not being able to figure it out squicks me most of all.
And then I read the post on the Anglican priest (which, it turns out, is the only post under feminism as well). Oh. My. Brfthgrr. [link]
