More conversations:

Me, too early one morning to Ron: “Well, you seem to be wearing your cranky pants this morning.”

Ron: “Yes I am.”

Meaghan, very quietly from the next room: “I hope he changes his pants.”

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Emma can read, except she’s not confident in her skills. I was trying to help her feel better.

Me: “.. and sometimes I even come across a word I don’t know that I need to figure out.”

Emma: “You mean a word like neurotic?”

Me: “… uh… No, I’m pretty familiar with that word.”

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We went to Global, a second-hand clothing store that imports from the US. (Side note: do US people have stores that import from Canada? ) I was wearing one of my favorite tshirts, which I bought at that store two years ago. It’s brown, and from some coffee shop. It has “See what we’re made of” on the front and a nutrition label on the back of the neck.

While rifling through the racks, I found the EXACT same shirt. just in a different size. no, I did not have my camera, but I did show half the people in the store. The clerk thought it was really awesome.

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Emma and I took a quick trip down to the Outpatients at the Fredericton hospital. A surgeon there said yep, that mole on her hand really does need to come off, and she’s on the wait list. She was also on the cancellation list, but they called us yesterday wanting to know if we could go to a further hospital tomorrow. Um, that’s TOO soon.

I got to choose whether it was done with a local or putting her to sleep, so she’s going for the full round. We arrived a half-hour too early and managed to be whisked though and out again in an hour.

Cost: my tax dollars, money well-spent.

After that, we headed to the science center, then a fast food place, then the long drive home in the bright sunlight. It gave me a wicked headache.