I totally agree with Nilly (though, ita, I think your dad is extremely charming and I love the stories).

So hair dye is washed out. The color is still unknown. I refuse to run the hair dryer just to satisfy my curiosity.

Still, I hope things smooth out with your work.

My deadline is the 31st.

(goodness, I must be sleepier than I thought - I'd typed "32nd" first, and only after the "nd" part did I realize that something's wrong there. I mean, if it had been the 35th of May or something, then maybe I'd have had an excuse, but 32?).

I'm going to hand in whatever I have at that date. It'll be a damaged dissertation (not just in perfectionists' terms - really flawed, with missing stuff that I didn't finish getting results for and the like), so I'll probably have a zillion corrections before it has any chance of being approved, but I have to meet this deadline. And it has to be something that my supervisor won't be embarrassed to sign his name on.

Hey! That's not nice!

Oh, yeah. I'm bad.

Or, rather, my English is bad.

[Edit:

ita, I think your dad is extremely charming and I love the stories

And now I agree with Kat.]

Hee! He's a bit of a curmudgeon and I always wonder who he's gonna offend and how, but that's on him! And I know what Nilly means.

One thing about my dad is that I KNOW he adores me, even in the midst of all our battles. The ways he expresses it is idiosyncratic. Sometimes an unexpected thing, sometimes a worry, sometimes a gesture. And it's lovely. I mean, when I was in rootcanal hell, he fixed my lamp, with lots of swearing and laughter from the peanut gallery. He does really sweet shit I don't expect. I love him for that.

One of the last "gifts" he gave me had to be pretty much wrenched from my hands.

The bat skull I got for him? I kept. But found another online and shipped it to him. And totally admitted it. Chagrined. But see above. It's all about THAT they express. Not matter the means.

And I know what Nilly means.

Yay. Take that, silly English.

And I still love reading *you* writing about your father. It's the lovely description of him, of course. But it's also that *you* can see it so clearly and understand where he's coming from and love him for that, as well. Just lovely.

WOOT! hair is pretty close the right color. The roots might be a little ligther than I'd like, but it's not noticeable, I think. The problem for me is that I tend to want to avoid the weird blue-black color since it's NOT my hair color (I'm more of a red-black), so I have a hard time finding an exact color match.

But yay! DONE!

My dad is neither charming nor idiosyncractically adorable.

Did I mention N and I are going to Ohio to see my family? GULP. I'm terrified of traveling alone on a plane with the baby.

*you* can see it so clearly and understand where he's coming from and love him for that, as well.

It took time. But I'm really blessed to have the family I do. We had our patches, and we will continue to do so. But we...we're just... I don't want to say lucky, it's taken work. But we've made it work, luck, effort or personality. I know I've gotten lucky that all of those things have conspired to make what is and I've been a part of that.

So...come visit anytime so I can share more!

After meeting Sara's parents, I want them to adopt me!

sorry it's sideways, but this is why Grace drives the RTs crazy. You can hear her knock the vent off and then it beeps at the end. Sigh.

But he's your dad.

And yay haircolor! I just redyed mine this weekend.

Extra diapers. And change of clothes or two for you both in carryon. If my brother is the example (everytime but the last, which I haven't heard of, has necessitated that.) From what I understand, travelling with Noah at this age is easier than heartily mobile but non-verbal. So they say. Me, just a bystander.

Shit, past bedtime.

I already loved Sarameg's dad.

hair is pretty close the right color.

Yay!

I'm terrified of traveling alone on a plane with the baby.

Oh, good luck! Do you want me to hunt for tips from my now-Post-Doc-ing in CA friend? Her youngest son is around N's age, and other than the flight from Israel, they also went back and forth over to the East Coast once already.

I don't want to say lucky, it's taken work. But we've made it work, luck, effort or personality. I know I've gotten lucky that all of those things have conspired to make what is and I've been a part of that.

See, you're still writing beautifully.

But I think I know what you mean. I think about this regarding my siblings, as well.

So...come visit anytime so I can share more!

Oh, yeah. I mean, Yay! Or a combination of the two.

this is why Grace drives the RTs crazy.

I wish I could see videos on this computer. I'll have to be satisfied with "just" pictures, though, for now.

[Edit: night, sara!]