Thursday, Thursday.

Thursday is my favorite day of the week. I get to read "Dear Prudence" on slate.com, which I enjoy, the New York Times crossword gets difficult enough to do (the first several days of the week, it is too easy and so a waste of time), and the weekend is within reach. If last night had cooled off, this morning would be just about perfect.

I'm about halfway through the biography of Charles Schulz; it continues to be excellent. Charlie Brown was always someone I could identify with, being the fourth of six children and not sure if anyone even knew who I was.

School went well yesterday for KidThree. She enjoyed her day (the first day, this school just does a long 'meet and greet') and talked to the principal about attending both sessions, instead of just one. That was her idea, to go to both, and I was very proud of her for talking to the principal on her own.

News from the 'hood: so far, bio-mama is still out of jail, but KidThree's younger brother is on the run from the police. I wish he were locked up--he would be safer. While he is on the run, there is always the chance that he could get hurt or killed. Blast the stupidity of teenagers, and of this teenager in particular.

Yesterday at our support group we met a new member who is very, very active. He told us about programs for the disabled to go skiing, kayaking, and bicycling, and how to find those programs. He is a T-10 incomplete and KidThree is a T-9 complete, so their levels of injury are close. It was so exciting to listen to him. The winter KidThree got hurt, we had plans to go to the snow, as KidThree had never been in the snow. We didn't make it before she was injured. I figured there had to be programs somewhere for disabled folks to enjoy the snow, but last winter we were too busy trying to survive all that life threw at us and didn't have any time or money to investigate where we could go. But this winter? We should have the money and the time, so I'll get the information now and make our plans.

We also gave a thorough report on the special gym and a program we've learned about that assists catastrophically injured folks with fundraising, and gave literature on both to the social worker who moderates the group so he can pass that information on to others.

KidThree has a disabled friend who lives right near the hospital where our support group meets. We've started picking him up after group and going to sit in a McDonald's near his home so the kids can visit. Yesterday we went instead to a Starbuck's, where I was able to sit on a comfortable couch and read my book while the kids sat off at a table to visit. It was lovely, so much nicer than McDonald's. I think that will be our regular spot from now on.

KidOne came over last night to print out some things for school but none of us was able to make the printer work. Drat. I wish I had the money to pay the computer guy so he could come out and make the printer work with both our computers and from all the users' identities.

KidOne had also brought us the last season of "The Wire" on dvd. After we got home from group and our visit, KidThree and I happily watched the first three episodes. After school today we plan to watch several more episodes. Sadly, this season has fewer episodes than the others. Shoot. I could watch "The Wire" forever. I do have one problem with the show, however: it has made it impossible for me to watch shows I used to enjoy, such as "Law & Order," as they are just too contrived and full of things that just couldn't happen in the real world. No real loss, I guess, as I can use the time to read instead.

Today while KidThree is in school I will just do housework. Clear up some things, do a little laundry, vacuum, do dishes. Mom stuff. And if I'm lucky, I'll get a nap. We stayed up a bit past my bedtime to finish that disc's episodes of "The Wire."

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