The View From Kalamazoo

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GOODBYE!

Dropped it off for UPS myself, late yesterady afternoon. Already looking forward to that peculiar headache I get looking through blueline proofs. Oy.

I not only laughed out loud, I snarfed my coffee.

So disturbing, yet so…educational. The 60-second shiv…perfect for those pointless administrative meetings…*ducks*

An announcement in my email:

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With this announcement is the release of our first title, the obscure but outstanding –

The Place of Magic in the Intellectual History of Europe
by Lynn Thorndike,
edited by Joel Radcliffe.

Originally published in 1905, this work, after a manner, is an outline for Lynn Thorndikes later monumental magnum opus, the eight volume set of the History of Magic and Experimental Science.

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This work is first and foremost a historical primer. From the Classical to the Medieval eras, the history of Magick is explored through the works and the personages of these periods. Primary source material is laid clear that comprises the primary signposts of this lineage. These being the likes of Pliny and his Natural History, to Pythagoras, Aristotle, Cato, Boswell, Galen, Seneca and Ciceros Dream of Scipio, to name a few. Mr. Thorndike provides a thorough groundwork. The eclipse of Magick by science and yet the ageless persistence of Magickal inclinations brings the gravity to the issues of the scientific questions of Magicks evolutions. In keeping with the scholar tradition there are copious Latin and Greek footnotes throughout.

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‘High status’ Viking site found

Potholers discover ancient Roman mosaic

Ancient Astronomer’s Work Found on Roman Statue

Found: the studio where Leonardo met Mona Lisa

*sigh* something I stumbled across at mirabilis.ca:
Babylon wrecked by war: US-led forces leave a trail of destruction and contamination in architectural site of world importance

Still enjoying the washed-out feeling of being on antibiotics. Yay me.

Finished laying The Great Tome today. Now, I can die.

So the last several days of my life have been a laugh riot. Two children, two days, 4 doctor appointments, ‘scrips…and I’m bleeding co-pays, let me tell you.

The Girl woke up Wed. morning with a puffy eye. Now, she had been crying half of the night (another special Emma evening) and we have 3 cats – so I hit the kid with some Benadryl and send her to school.

The Boy woke up Wed. morning with … a very angry John Thomas. He was red, swollen (think plum. No, seriously.), it was owie – not a pleasant diaper change. He’s walking like he’s trying to carry a Nerf Ball between his knees, and he’s crying. I call the ped. immediately, and after dropping Girl off to catch bus at sitter’s house I rush off with Boy to see what went wrong with the weeter. (Apparently, somehow, he managed to get it caught in Just The Right Way in his pull-up that it cut off the circulation…in other words, he kinked his hose. Don’t ask me, I’ve never heard of it, either, not that I grew up with the right equipment…)

Leaving the ped. the first time with a ‘scrip (in case the unhappy member decides to infect) and instructions, I get a call from the school to come get her because they have a paranoia standard regarding eye weirdness to uphold.
I rush there, call the sitter, and drop them both off there.

(Then back to work, tote that barge, lift that bail..Program, you know)

I pick them up…both of Girl’s eyes are now affected, and worse than before, and Boy – let’s just say what was found there was described as looking rather like a foot. I call the ped. again, manage to get her fit in, go home to shove something in both mouths and wait for Bri to watch Boy whilst I make my second ped. trip of the day. They think it’s allergies, too, and are sure it isn’t bacterial…but want to see her again the next morning.

That evening we get to start Boy on his antibiotic (picture: hold him, hollering, down and squirt the med into the back of his mouth so he has to swallow it) and The Regimen. This consists of lots of nice, warm baths to soak unhappy parts…

And repeating, at intervals, complete with fighting and screaming (and later therapy): several-minutes long compression. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. No, not in a million years could I have imagined it, and yes, Dad chickened out so I had to be the Bad Guy. (I think it was sympathetic pain, dunno…but he’s on crotch duty next time. Damnit.)

So the next morning (and co-pay #3, not counting the ‘scrip) I take Girl to the ped. again, it isn’t better, but isn’t worse…but eyes being a point of paranoia for everyone, apparently, we are referred to an opthamologist. After a long wait and co-pay #4 it is decided that yes, there is allergy stuff, plus what might be virus-y (there have been colds in the house, colds in the eyes is something my kids get. does anyone listen to me about hand-washing? nooooo), definitely not bacterial. Oh, and because colds can be contagious 10 days, and viruses are easy to pass around, we’re out of school until the 31st because we have to just ‘wait it out’.

The good news? My sitter, because she has a separate area that Emma can hang out and work on homework and coloring books away from the rest of the kids, will take her so I don’t have to spend my (precious – I have surgery coming up) sick time. The bad news? Can you even imagine my child care bill for these two weeks? Keeee-rist on a crutch.

Eventually I made it in to work.

Another day passes – Girl’s eyes look much better, the whole week off will do her no favors academically, and she looks like she’ll be back-to-normal in a couple of days. Crap.

Boy’s weeter is almost back to normal. Boy, however, ask if I’m going to “Hurt penis, Mom? In water?” every time I draw a bath. Niiiice.

Will someone explain, again, why I thought it was a good idea to have kids?

FYI : all interested parties

The 40th Congress Program is now online (directly) at

http://www.wmich.edu/medieval/congress/40congress

enjoy. I’m going to bed.

Important discoveries in medieval codices and manuscripts of the Plato’s Critias.

Simple Test to Spot Hyperactivity – Eye Check Can Diagnose Condition in Children

Excellent. Emma’s ped. actually suspected her ADHD early because of her erratic eye movements when during regular check-up ‘follow the instrument’ eye checks based on his decades of experience with these kids. It would be nice to catch kids early, give them what they need to succeed … and not have to damage-control the school system, or the kid’s self-esteem of grades later.

“NO more Program, get yer butt to bed!”

The bad news: a sinus infection with a side of ear infection.

The good news: if I gained anything at all over the gymless holidays it was maybe a pound. different scales, and all.

And the darling boy who gave me the cold that has resulted in this misery? He dumped a glass of water on my cell phone. Which didn’t recover. And after returning from a miserable trip to the maul to shell out for a replacement (with said cranky, needing-nap boy)? He dumped another in my purse – phone was in my pocket, thank goodness, and considering I had been drinking grapefruit juice earlier in the day, I came out on top.

And he’s just filled the cats’ water bowl with their food.

And it’s only Saturday…

I’m going to bed after I locate 800 beautiful mg of ibuprofen. Uugggh.

ADDENDUM: I realize I forgot to mention my other bit of good news – BP 90/60. Yep, count me in as another member of the barely alive club…

It’s 5:30. This nasty cold I’ve caught from my darling boy started trying to move into my lungs to make buddy-pals with my asthma Wed., not unusual, but has also moved into my ear. The pain got me up, after tossing and clock-watching for a good 45 minutes, an hour ago, I had finally fallen asleep around 1:00, unable to breathe. Yes, it does suck to be me, thanks for asking.

SO I’ve padded downstairs to curl up in a fleece throw, drink something warm, and take more cold meds and ibuprofen. I’ve been working all week, despite this foul plaque that has befallen me, because I started Program layout Monday and the deadline does not allow for illness, maiming, or accidental death. I’ll need to go in today, too, but I’m very close to finishing so I think I can make it a short day and use some precious sick leave in the afternoon – all but the indices are off my desk for proofing, and despite University closure Monday I’ll likely go in and keep plugging away at last-minute changes and alterations. Yippety. OH SO many sessions, my friends, oh yes. (and, of course, many of those I would most like to attend are early in the day Thursday – when I’m unable to get away at all. Drat!<~!B*+R^&><~!B*+R^&>So there’s not a lot of interesting viewability on the tube early in the AM. Really not. SO I huddle up and start watching some local channel’s early news program, hear our local weather (present conditions and forecast: colder than a witches’ tit in a bwitch’srassiere), sip my cocoa (when did I run out of teabags? which child swiped my tea ball?). Tsunami, malaria, and then sports news dominates – and usually I ignore that coverage because I enjoy no sports, watch no sports, am no sports fan. And yes, I’m OK with that.

But I’m moderately delerious from the pain.deliriousopped the remote. So I watch.

Can someone answer a question for me? How the hell can Eric Barton be fined only $7,500 for that much-replayed nasty hit to Drew Brees and Randy Moss be fined $10,000 for a simulated moon? In what universe is a stupid, rude, and childish gesture worthy of more punishment than a forearm to the head that could have resulted in a serious injury for Brees?

I will never understand the politics of sports. Yes, I’m OK with that, too.