Thank Goodness for Support Groups.

This afternoon KidThree and I went to an SCI Support Group at the hospital. This was our third time there. We met a young woman who was injured in a car accident four years ago; she lives in SoCal now but lived up here when she was injured and then treated, so she stopped by to greet people she knew at the hospital. What a serendipitous meeting for us--we almost didn't attend, as KidThree was not ready on time and we ended up getting there almost half an hour late. She gave us some wonderful information, including a resource down in my hometown. After the meeting, KidThree and I exchanged contact info with this young woman, who is now on her way to three months in Alaska. Alaska, in a wheelchair! It is wonderful what can be done these days from a chair. We are waiting for an appointment with one particular specialist--we'll be seen in August or September--and now we have several options to ask about, so we can see if they would be suitable for KidThree.

News on the tv now: Hillary Clinton will finally drop out of the race at the end of the week. Thank goodness. When this race started, I had a fair amount of respect for her and could consider voting for her, but as the race went on and her behavior showed a real pettiness, and Bill repeated looked as though he had just lost the political magic he used to have, I got dismayed and then disgusted by her continued campaign. The "it's mine, it's mine, it's mine," mentality she showed paralleled the difficulties I was dealing with here at home with KidFour, with her resolute narcissism and sense of entitlement.

This morning I also got some of my phone calls made. There are still a few more to go, but I'm well on my way through the list. Mom called and we had a good talk, catching up on things down there and up here. She has been a wonderful rock of support during the travails of the past months. Thank goodness for supportive family.

No one has responded yet to the ad for the bed. Perhaps it is too old for anyone to want it. Drat. If no one comes to take it away, I will have to call the local waste removal; them I will have to pay. Oh well, it will be good to get it gone, whenever and however it goes.

Tomorrow I get to babysit the AmazingA, my favorite child of all to watch. I could happily watch her full time. She loves books, loves playgrounds, can keep herself busy, knows no fear, and has strong opinions. Definitely my kind of person, and she isn't two years old yet. Her parents are going to have their hands full in the coming years. Her older sister, the MarvelousM, isn't such a strong personality but is also a lot of fun: she loves to play board games and card games, which I also enjoy. On these Thursdays, I don't watch the MarvelousM after I drop her off at school, as I turn the AmazingA over to their mother when she leaves work and goes to pick up the MarvelousM at school.

No other babysitting jobs this week. Just time to work on things at home, which always needs doing. The weather has been so nice, cool and breezy, making it a pleasure to spend time in the apartment, focusing on the administrative aspects of running my funny household.

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