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My laptop is running again. The problem proved to have an easy fix-- The battery had gotten old and had bulged to the point that it was pressing on the track pad and keeping it constantly activated. By the time we took it in, I couldn't click on anything because it was registering as already clicked. Replacing the battery took very little time and solved the problem immediately. From what the Apple Store guy said, this is a common problem. Most people, though, don't wait as long as I did to address it. Next time, I'll know better.

Saturday, Delia had one last playdate with her friend from Korea. He's flying to Korea today. She cried after he went and, even after she stopped crying, kept telling us how sad she was. Scott brought home a present for her, a panda pillow pet (she's wanted a pillow pet desperately for quite some time). That was her near constant companion all weekend.

According to Delia's teacher, Delia kissed the little boy on Tuesday. The teacher told me about it when I was working in the library on Wednesday. She assumed that Delia would have told us, but Delia tends to be close mouthed about events at school. I talked to her about it Wednesday evening. She was a bit embarrassed (and made me pinky promise not to mention it during the Babylon 5 game. If you play in that, don't mention this to her. It's possible she meant for me never to tell you at all) but stated that he kissed her back. I told her that kissing is for when she's older and shouldn't be done at school. She responded by pointing out that I kiss her in school every morning as I say goodbye.

I think other kids have been teasing her about the kiss. I can't be sure, but I suspect it. The teacher said she had a class meeting about it and that she thought there'd be no teasing, but that sounds like wishful thinking to me. Poor Delia.

It occurs to me that I keep avoiding using the boy's name. Years from now, when I'm looking back on these entries, I'll want to be reminded. His name is Donghyun.

He's told Delia that he might come back to the US later if he's good enough at playing baseball. She's really hoping. Of course, 'back to the US' is not synonymous with 'back to Ann Arbor' or even 'back to Michigan.' The US is a big place. Still, it's a good thing for Delia to have hope right now.

Yesterday, Delia went to a birthday party. It involved playing laser tag, so we were a little apprehensive that she wouldn't enjoy it, but she's labeled it as the best party she's been to.

The party was near Briarwood, so Scott and Delia dropped me off there so that I could get my laptop dealt with. Scott had enough time to buy a birthday card, deliver Delia to the party and get back to the mall before I was done. Most of my time was spent waiting for somebody to be free to deal with my problem.

Scott and I went to Godaiko for lunch. The food was pretty good. Unfortunately, something Scott ate was beef contaminated. He had an allergic reaction several hours later, a relatively mild one but still quite unpleasant. Scott's first suspicion is the miso soup.

After we picked Delia up from the party, we went home. I did my e-mail (and got my Weiss Day assignment. I'm still mulling that over) while Scott went to the library to return books and pick up a couple of holds. After that, we climbed into the car again and drove up to visit Scott's parents. They took Valentine's Day as an excuse to call the local family together for a dinner.

Next year, I'll have to remember-- Scott's parents and Scott's sister's family all gave cards. We didn't because it never occurs to me to do it. It seems wasteful to give cards to people one's seeing in person, and my family has never been given to cards even for birthdays and Christmas.

I spent a fair chunk of the time we were at Scott's parents' place reading. I was working on one of my rock books. This one was the one the event organizers recommended above all others. I'm deeply disappointed in it. Half of what's in there doesn't relate to the event at all (there's a lot about evolution and adaptation and that sort of thing and an awful lot about fossils), and I'm having trouble understanding that material that does relate. I need definitions of terms that I can give to seven and eight year olds. If I can't understand the definition, how am I going to explain it?

I've lost one of the kids who was supposed to be in the Rock Hunters event. Her parents tell me that she refuses to participate because it wasn't one of the events she requested when she signed up. I sympathize, but that leaves the other third grader to do the event alone. I need to call the other third grader's parents. They haven't responded to e-mail. Hopefully, she'll be willing to do the event alone.

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My laptop is running again. The problem proved to have an easy fix-- The battery had gotten old and had bulged to the point that it was pressing on the track pad and keeping it constantly activated. By the time we took it in, I couldn't click on anything because it was registering as already clicked. Replacing the battery took very little time and solved the problem immediately. From what the Apple Store guy said, this is a common problem. Most people, though, don't wait as long as I did to address it. Next time, I'll know better.

Saturday, Delia had one last playdate with her friend from Korea. He's flying to Korea today. She cried after he went and, even after she stopped crying, kept telling us how sad she was. Scott brought home a present for her, a panda pillow pet (she's wanted a pillow pet desperately for quite some time). That was her near constant companion all weekend.

According to Delia's teacher, Delia kissed the little boy on Tuesday. The teacher told me about it when I was working in the library on Wednesday. She assumed that Delia would have told us, but Delia tends to be close mouthed about events at school. I talked to her about it Wednesday evening. She was a bit embarrassed (and made me pinky promise not to mention it during the Babylon 5 game. If you play in that, don't mention this to her. It's possible she meant for me never to tell you at all) but stated that he kissed her back. I told her that kissing is for when she's older and shouldn't be done at school. She responded by pointing out that I kiss her in school every morning as I say goodbye.

I think other kids have been teasing her about the kiss. I can't be sure, but I suspect it. The teacher said she had a class meeting about it and that she thought there'd be no teasing, but that sounds like wishful thinking to me. Poor Delia.

It occurs to me that I keep avoiding using the boy's name. Years from now, when I'm looking back on these entries, I'll want to be reminded. His name is Donghyun.

He's told Delia that he might come back to the US later if he's good enough at playing baseball. She's really hoping. Of course, 'back to the US' is not synonymous with 'back to Ann Arbor' or even 'back to Michigan.' The US is a big place. Still, it's a good thing for Delia to have hope right now.

Yesterday, Delia went to a birthday party. It involved playing laser tag, so we were a little apprehensive that she wouldn't enjoy it, but she's labeled it as the best party she's been to.

The party was near Briarwood, so Scott and Delia dropped me off there so that I could get my laptop dealt with. Scott had enough time to buy a birthday card, deliver Delia to the party and get back to the mall before I was done. Most of my time was spent waiting for somebody to be free to deal with my problem.

Scott and I went to Godaiko for lunch. The food was pretty good. Unfortunately, something Scott ate was beef contaminated. He had an allergic reaction several hours later, a relatively mild one but still quite unpleasant. Scott's first suspicion is the miso soup.

After we picked Delia up from the party, we went home. I did my e-mail (and got my Weiss Day assignment. I'm still mulling that over) while Scott went to the library to return books and pick up a couple of holds. After that, we climbed into the car again and drove up to visit Scott's parents. They took Valentine's Day as an excuse to call the local family together for a dinner.

Next year, I'll have to remember-- Scott's parents and Scott's sister's family all gave cards. We didn't because it never occurs to me to do it. It seems wasteful to give cards to people one's seeing in person, and my family has never been given to cards even for birthdays and Christmas.

I spent a fair chunk of the time we were at Scott's parents' place reading. I was working on one of my rock books. This one was the one the event organizers recommended above all others. I'm deeply disappointed in it. Half of what's in there doesn't relate to the event at all (there's a lot about evolution and adaptation and that sort of thing and an awful lot about fossils), and I'm having trouble understanding that material that does relate. I need definitions of terms that I can give to seven and eight year olds. If I can't understand the definition, how am I going to explain it?

I've lost one of the kids who was supposed to be in the Rock Hunters event. Her parents tell me that she refuses to participate because it wasn't one of the events she requested when she signed up. I sympathize, but that leaves the other third grader to do the event alone. I need to call the other third grader's parents. They haven't responded to e-mail. Hopefully, she'll be willing to do the event alone.