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Sarah made this at school, with the photographic help of Mrs. G.:

And I made this one last night, though my camera thinks I made it this morning, since I didn't reset it for standard time:

"Tragedy and Comedy"
That describes Sarah these days. Sometimes she's funny and affectionate, and sometimes she tells me I'm a bad daddy and her birth daddy took better care of her. I can take some consolation, though. Cathy says when they were driving back from the store, Sarah claimed that I am her favorite. Love the one you're not with, I guess. She was pretty sad last night, crying and not wanting to tell us why. It turned out to be China nostalgia again.
In other news, a small amount of snow and a respectable coat of ice underneath have been making getting around something that takes a little bit more thought, because you never know where the patch of ice will be. The replacement key clip for the treadmill arrived (since it cost $3, and shipping was $13, I ordered two), and I took a faux-walk one day this week. This morning I took a regular tramp around the sidewalks of the vicinity. When we were looking for a house here, I rejected a couple of nice candidates on corner lots because I didn't want to do all that shoveling every time it snowed. I noted today that the normal solution to the problem seems to be just ignoring the whole thing, and as a result, I had to keep watching my step lest I have one of those unanticipated sliding moments that make for a permanent reminder of a short walk.
Afternoons have taken on a predictable pattern. Most days, we can't go to Traigh's house because they have to go shopping or to grandma's, so we come here and Sarah has me play Mario games while she watches. She also takes a controller from time to time, and is developing these highly useful skills. I'm thinking of surprising her today with a trip to a bowling alley.
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Sarah made this at school, with the photographic help of Mrs. G.:

And I made this one last night, though my camera thinks I made it this morning, since I didn't reset it for standard time:

"Tragedy and Comedy"
That describes Sarah these days. Sometimes she's funny and affectionate, and sometimes she tells me I'm a bad daddy and her birth daddy took better care of her. I can take some consolation, though. Cathy says when they were driving back from the store, Sarah claimed that I am her favorite. Love the one you're not with, I guess. She was pretty sad last night, crying and not wanting to tell us why. It turned out to be China nostalgia again.
In other news, a small amount of snow and a respectable coat of ice underneath have been making getting around something that takes a little bit more thought, because you never know where the patch of ice will be. The replacement key clip for the treadmill arrived (since it cost $3, and shipping was $13, I ordered two), and I took a faux-walk one day this week. This morning I took a regular tramp around the sidewalks of the vicinity. When we were looking for a house here, I rejected a couple of nice candidates on corner lots because I didn't want to do all that shoveling every time it snowed. I noted today that the normal solution to the problem seems to be just ignoring the whole thing, and as a result, I had to keep watching my step lest I have one of those unanticipated sliding moments that make for a permanent reminder of a short walk.
Afternoons have taken on a predictable pattern. Most days, we can't go to Traigh's house because they have to go shopping or to grandma's, so we come here and Sarah has me play Mario games while she watches. She also takes a controller from time to time, and is developing these highly useful skills. I'm thinking of surprising her today with a trip to a bowling alley.
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