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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.


Friday, December 12, 2003

Back again

The lull was created by the necessity of ONCE MORE transporting Tiny Girl to the doctor for an ear check. This time we took her to the ear, nose and throat guy (I can't spell otorhinolaryngologist) who took her tonsils and adenoids out four years ago.

Had to wait a pretty good while--he had just gotten word of a surgical emergency and had to deal with that as he tried to clear out his patients. At least there was decent reading material--I picked up an older copy of Newsweek that had the articles about famous builders in history. I finished the ones on Peter the Great, Robert Moses, Frederick Law Olmsted, George W. Goethals, and Clifford M. Holland.

As I said, it took a while.

Finally got called back--I looked up and in an interestingly ironic turn of circumstances saw that Catherine had quietly busied herself in the toy corner by building a divider wall out of cardboard bricks. The nurse, who spoke with a Russian accent, was very impressed--I started to say my daughter was Catherine the Great, but thought better of it.

On back to the exam room, wait, doc came in, looked, got called away, came back, looked again and tickled under her chin, got called away, and then said that her ears were looking better, but it's just going to be a matter of time before they are completely clear. But, no more antibiotics for now, which is probably a good thing.

At least she's feeling better, with much less of the horrid behavior of someone whose ears hurt all the time.

Paid our money to the sweet girl with freckles and flaming red hair--Cat said it was orange when we got out in the hall--walked back to the van and headed next door for some crappy fast food then dropped Cat and Mom off back at Reba's work, then came here and found all sorts of comments and e-mails to answer, which I intend to make short work of in just a minute.


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