Month: February 2006

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Well, we are at Rukia’s house (our housekeeper) – her daughter is on the couch behind her taking a nap. Edda had a therapy session today where she spent most of the time on her 2 feet. Very nice therapy session, we’re working pretty hard with her. Some days I’m blue and other days I’m happy. Some days I want to go back to the US, other times, I think it’s OK to stay here. I miss my family and my friends. Vince stayed with Rukia while Edda was at therapy – he loves the Mr. Bean cartoon. I had no idea.

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Well here it is, the beginning of my mitten. I’m learning a lot of new things, like combined knitting, my first itty-bitty cable, reading a chart. It’s fun. There is no way I’m going to be done when the Turin 2006 Olympics are done, so maybe I’ll aim for 1 mitten? I’ve decided I’m prone to RSIs, so my hands are achy and I’m trying not to do too much at once.

Everyone else is wrong and they won’t take your damn good advice?

Sigh. There’s some technical decision to be made about how we want to version digital objects within the repository. I’m the only one on one side, and it seems like everyone else is on the other side. Of course I’m right.

They want to add in more complexity, assume things about what the user wants, create objects that cannot be backed out of the repository if we wanted to change methodolgies. All bad.

I feel like I’m screaming my head off saying that it’s a terrible idea, of course, nobody listens to me. Probably it doesn’t help my case that I’m screaming my head off, I don’t think people appreciate it and biases them against my view point. but whatever. I feel there are way too many negatives to ignore right now.

blah. of course I have the reputation of being the maverick – disagreable. That’s fine, but don’t dismiss what I say on the basis of that.

fugger.

Happy V day to everyone.

We bought funiture at Agusta about 30 miles from Aiken. We got a good deal. They will diliver to our apt next week.

Oye, Yesterday was a prep race for Sea Otter and the 24 hour race. I did okay, tho I only had about 2 hours of sleep before the event, and I was mentally out of it, and during the race, I managed to run into a bush. Laff. I was trying to pass someone on the outside, and I mistimed it, and I smacked right into it. Of course, the feller could have moved over to the right a little, and I’d have been okay, but details details. I did pass him about 3 miles later. hahah. so yeah 8 out of 15. not too shabby for this early in the year.

When I got back home I zonked out for an amazing 13 hours of sleep. From 6pm to 7am. oye.

ON a side note, my landlord is not happy with me having my bikes in the house. I guess it was coming anyways. I’m a bit sad to move everything into the garage, because I don’t really trust garages at all to hold expensive bikes, but I’m willing in the name of compromise.

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Here’s another photo of Edda walking. Our standards are pretty low here for “walking”. What you see in the picture is pretty much what you get. She holds onto the table and backs up away from it and stands and shifts weight back and forth between her 2 feet and then walks back to the table. So she’s not really going anywhere, but at least she’s walking.

Today we had a long meeting with the geneticist who advised us to get some more detailed genetic testing done on Edda. It involved getting blood from both Jeremy and me because they have to determine which chromosomes are maternal and which ones are paternal. It was pretty funny because in the consent form, it stated that, in effect, it was a paternity test and that if the results revealed that Jermey wasn’t Edda’s biological dad that they would have to tell him.

So who’s your daddy, Edda?

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Thank you!

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Vince had a really long day today. He was in school from 8:30 to 11:30 and then from 1:30 to 5, he was next door at Aunt Helen’s house while we were meeting the geneticist at the hospital. It was almost a whole day away from home. I know he’s a resiliant guy, but at dinner his frazzled emotions came to the surface and he was in tears about how we moved some furniture around the house. Jeremy cheered him up by decorating cupcakes for his class tomorrow.

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This is where Kate and I went last night. They’ve turned old church grounds into a restaurant/shopping extravaganza. I’m sure just what the good Lord envisioned when his devoted followers took the time and energy to put the church together brick by brick. A lot of the places were pretty fancy, but we found a nice Irish Pub with good greasy food and beer and we sat and drank Corona’s, rum & coke and gin & tonics and talked a lot and watched people watching soccer on big screen TVs. I got home at 11:30, Edda was still up, she just refuses to go to sleep without nursing. It’s a weird thing.