Nothing that Exciting to Report

I'm so thankful to everyone who has left messages. You guys are great.

I wish I had something coherent to say. Abby's teacher has reported that Abby seems to be having some absence seizures in the morning. She's now at the maximum dosage of Lamictal. Dear Husband has tried many times to get hold of the neurologist in charge of her case at the epilepsy clinic, and they have made the very bad mistake of not returning calls promptly. Never do that, because Dear Husband will tear you a new one. I wish I had some of his assertiveness. Anyway, he did finally find out that the team was discussing her case today. Not that we will know anything for some time still.

Thankfully, Firecracker is doing well at school. She reports to me every day the status of her tumultuous relationship with a boy named Eric. He alternates between being her friend and being not her friend. She also reports on the "mean girls," who have not yet been identified by her teacher (the classes mingle during recess).

DramaQueen and the girl next door made a cafe, complete with food, menus, trays, servingware and cutlery, all made from paper. She also has a fascination with lists. I've seen her happily occupied copying out names from the school year book, organized by grade. I have no idea why this delights her, but I've seen her bore her friends to death with it.

We're looking into buying a house. At the moment we are targeting a particular house that could just possibly be within our means and still keep us in our current school district. Most of the houses here start at 200k, so if this one doesn't work out, we will have to look into switching districts. Oddly enough, the really good school districts are in very expensive neighborhoods. Imagine.

Today we had the company picnic, with each agency representing a different era. We were the 70s. I went as Annie Hall, which I found much preferable to bell bottoms and disco clothing. We won a garish trophy (looked like someone's old golf trophy made over with hot glue and a lot of buttons, sequins and fringe, among other shiny objects).

Another high point--the coordinator gave me 5 or 6 sampler CDs from Paste Magazine. I benefit from his efforts to understand his son. Said son will be performing at The Earl on Halloween, and if I didn't have to do the trick or treat thing, it would be worth it to see our coordinator at a rock concert. But the CDs are lots of fun.