She has been there in the mean time. Of course. But what is significant about the year past is that it was during that weekend away that She asked herself questions like 'it is beautiful here. Why don't we live here?'

This morning Molly and I talked. I told her how I love this house, and she agreed. She said that she loves it here, she loves being close to town, and to school, and all, and that said she does still miss Colorado.

I can ask for no better adjustment than that!

Kumiko is here to visit, until Friday or Saturday. She and Molly went out shopping. When they return I think that they are going to visit with Jazz. And who knows what else the day shall bring.

I looked out the window, at the back yard, and Spencer was playing on the deck, and Maddy was swinging from the 'pinata rope.' Idylic.

Saturday Guy Wilson, our next door neighbor, took Molly, Kumiko, Valerie (his daughter) and Senri i (or however one spells her name, their exchange student), to Marine World. They had adventures in the rain, stranded on a roller coaster for 20 minutes, offers of free sodas rebuffed, free park passes more to the point, but chatter about future action-all in all we look at the world through the filter of our own skills. I would have written a roller coaster simulation program...

I took the littles to Ives park, and reflected while they played. I was feeling overwhelmed by computers, by my servers, by my ignorance. By a sense of the world overwhelming all specific 'I can't/I don't know how' big mystery world. In a pretentious bit of drivel I attempted to write my feelings in phonetic greek. 'So one answer is to think and do. Ignorance is hell.'

Trust me, it is far more pretentious written in greek characters.

I've been reconnecting with friends. Talked this week with Carolyn, Thomass, David, Tom, and last weekend with John. Roy and Katie were away for the weekend or I would have scored a double hat trick.

Told Tom about larry, and menangitis. He knows a fellow who had meningitis and was horribly burned (!?) by it, burned from the inside, had his legs amputated! Serious shit. Made me feel blessed.

Snippits:
Being unable to organize my thoughts is not the same is not having any. Last Saturday was the wonderful Redwood Empire Divers St. Paddy's party, at our house. After the party Maddy was wound up, more more more, and Heather said "No, no more sugar tonight!"

She replied "I want sugar!".

No need for a paternity test on that one!

Larry came home yesterday. Judy spent much of the day in tears, overwhelmed by the instructions and training for all of the procedures for which she will be responsible. Feeding him antibiotics, and cleaning things with alcohol, and Dad says he can do it, but his hands are shaking so much. Oh it really overwhelms. Last week, last week was hard. Painful. Sunday, heather's birthday, the 11th, we had that wonderful day with them. Idylic. What a good word. And I moved furniture and lifted boxes and put file cabinets in their attic, and all, and then he wasn't feeling all that well, and Tuesday morning I saw the email that Judy had sent just after midnight monday night, that he had flu symptoms, and I felt my stomach clench, and then Heather called that morning while I was at work, and it was pretty bad and she went down and stayed with him and with judy at Stanford Medical Center and came home very late and then Thursday I saw him, and Saturday was our party and Sunday we drove down and and and.

But now he is home.

"Daddy, Spencer is climbing." Maddy.

"good"

"What's the magic word?" Maddy

"Me!" Spencer

Happy birthday Abigail. Happy birthday Brynna.