Stressful day visiting my pater at the nursing home -- he did know me, however, but it's weird to be there when your father becomes a baby. Hot. My car place didn't have me down today -- when I turned up at 9:30 (and I didn't write it down -- might've been 9) they couldn't get me in. Oh well -- up to Tacoma with A Noise --got to the place at 10:45, left at 3:15. Went home with AC blasting, with A Noise as accompaniment. Made it back all right. Have definite car appt for Friday -- saw Adam write it down, so that's set.
Tiff was over yesterday so we could change a few small things in the curriculum, and I could burn new CDs. We're going to make a book about Elizabeth, and how she copes with her life as an independent woman. I emailed Tiff and she replied:
This is great. I can't wait to get going.
--- Vivian Kendall
E was excited when I called her. She said, "I had dinner. Guess what I made." I guessed a hamburger -- wrong. Fish sticks. Vegetables. And mashed potatoes from instant. I told her you want to write a book. A book about her. "Why?" "Because she thinks -- and I think -- you're amazing. And other people, especially Down's Syndrome people, would like to read about you." She said she wants you to come to her apartment, and Sunday is fine. I said wear some nice clothes because I'll take photographs, and she would want to look nice in a book. l,v
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