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What a difference a couple of years makes! I shouldn't be surprised-- Seven is worlds away from five for a kid, but it seems like no time at all to me.

This morning, I dropped Cordelia off at camp and rushed off to catch the bus to the hospital for my post-op appointment. (That went fine. I'm healing as expected and cleared to do anything that doesn't hurt.) On the way back, as I was heading for the hill, I saw Cordelia's camp group walking along the sidewalk. I waved at Cordelia, and she waved back. That was all. She was into whatever they were doing and didn't care particularly what I was doing.

Two years ago, she'd have started crying and remained inconsolable as long as she could see me. I had to take pains not to let her see me as I sat and read and waited for her two and a half hour camp session (the sessions now are six and a half hours) to end. I used to consult with the counselors every day to determine where I could and couldn't go. Cordelia would have a grand time as long as she didn't see me.

I'll have to remember to ask Cordelia what they were doing. They seemed to be headed for her school, and it looked like all the kids were wearing latex gloves and decorated surcoats made from paper bags. I'm fairly curious.

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What a difference a couple of years makes! I shouldn't be surprised-- Seven is worlds away from five for a kid, but it seems like no time at all to me.

This morning, I dropped Cordelia off at camp and rushed off to catch the bus to the hospital for my post-op appointment. (That went fine. I'm healing as expected and cleared to do anything that doesn't hurt.) On the way back, as I was heading for the hill, I saw Cordelia's camp group walking along the sidewalk. I waved at Cordelia, and she waved back. That was all. She was into whatever they were doing and didn't care particularly what I was doing.

Two years ago, she'd have started crying and remained inconsolable as long as she could see me. I had to take pains not to let her see me as I sat and read and waited for her two and a half hour camp session (the sessions now are six and a half hours) to end. I used to consult with the counselors every day to determine where I could and couldn't go. Cordelia would have a grand time as long as she didn't see me.

I'll have to remember to ask Cordelia what they were doing. They seemed to be headed for her school, and it looked like all the kids were wearing latex gloves and decorated surcoats made from paper bags. I'm fairly curious.