Click to download, then install into your Pocket PC "windows" folder.
As indicative of the nature of Chez Transient as anything else, the old computer bit the dust the other night. Don't you love that? It would cost as much to fix it as buy new, so we bought a new one. I told the kids I would have a computer guru recover their desktop folders from the old hard drive and then have it disposed of in an eco-friendly way. Thank heaven the money was there.
Actually, more than there. Money is relaxed and groovy in the old Transient home right now and my husband is about to get another raise. Whee! Knock on wood it stays that way long enough to save for the next thousand dollar vet bill.
My daughters went out together, last night. It's weird to see them go. You have kids with special needs and you get used to thinking of them as needing you maybe more than they do, so that when they are independent it's like zero gravity and it takes a second to achieve weight again. After that, it was nice watching them walk off together.
They had a blast but when they got home the middle girl hurt so bad she had to go right to bed covered in ice packs. She's being asked to pay a price for things everyone else gets gratis, like the mermaid who gets to walk on land, but each step is like walking on knives. It's not fair.
I've been very worried about her turning eighteen and having to start with all new docs when the pediatric pain doctor boots her for being an adult, but she isn't going to. She says "once my patient, always my patient." I'm too tired to be as happy as I should be about this - it's a victory, but a suspicious one. In all the years my kids have had to deal with doctors, I have never once encountered a doctor who really cared about their patients. Maybe finding her is a cosmic way of even-ing the scales for everything she's been put through. If so, good start.
But what have you done for me lately?
Ok! I have my son sleeping in his own bed. Not easily and there are Lego guards all OVER the house. You have to bat them away to walk from one room to the next, but he's in his own bed.
