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Cordelia got off to school just fine this morning. She left a lot earlier than she needed to because she was worried that she'd miss time with her friends. I ended up getting out of bed at 7:20. My original plan was to wait to get up until Cordelia left, but I'd forgotten my pain med at 5 a.m., and I was feeling that. Also, she opened and closed the front door (apparently she wanted to know how warm it was outside), and that woke me entirely. I assumed that it meant she'd left without saying goodbye and only realized that was wrong when I sat up and saw my clock.

The mother of Cordelia's friend who'll be catching a cab home from our place every day has had breast cancer (double mastectomy three years ago) and wanted to talk to me to see if she could give me any support. I wasn't sure when she'd come by, except that it would be after she dropped her kids off, so I wanted to be up and dressed by the time school started. As it happens, she didn't call and come by until about 9:00, an hour after school started. (There was some sort of welcome back thing for parents in the cafeteria involving muffins and coffee. I think she went to that.)

The main thing that came from the conversation was her suggestion that it might help Cordelia to talk to this woman's daughter. The daughter knows that it's not the end of the world. Sadly, the girls aren't in the same class. All of their mutual friends are in Cordelia's class. I hope there are some new kids in the other girl's class who can become friends of hers.

The other mother and I agreed that it's a good thing that the new gym isn't ready yet. Neither of us likes the idea of our daughters in a locker room, changing for gym. Right now, there's a bit less pressure for physical conformity in terms of things like bras and shaving. Changing in a locker room means the kids have no choice but to let others see their bodies.

Scott and Cordelia were at the fair for about three and a half hours yesterday. Scott says he was able to find a place to sit in the shade while the girls went on the rides. It was fairly hot, so they went through the water they'd taken with them and got smoothies and more water on top of that.

it was hot enough and late enough that we decided to get pizza rather than cooking, but I'm not sure it wasn't a mistake. I had minor reflux when I went to bed. It wasn't enough to make me get out of bed, but it was enough to keep me awake. I really desperately wanted to turn on my left side, but that would have hurt way too much.

Yesterday, the state Girl Scout organization sent me email saying that Cordelia and I had been registered for the upcoming year. I was concerned because I hadn't signed us up-- There probably won't be a Cadette troop at her school this year; there may not even be a Junior troop unless there's a fourth grade parent willing to run it. The mother who did it last year isn't able to this year.

At any rate, I sent an email back to GSHOM, protesting. They got back to me today to say that last year's troop paid for our registration (and presumably registration for everybody else who was in the troop then) and that that's a common way for a troop that's disbanding to use up the money in its account. It seems sort of silly to me-- If there's no troop, what's the point? They allow girls to be scouts when they're not part of a troop, but that doesn't do the sort of thing that most girls are interested in. Mainly, it's for girls who are more interested in badges than in the social aspects or for girls who expect to want to go to Girl Scout camp next summer or to participate in a lot of GSHOM activities of some sort.

Oh, well. I guess Cordelia and I are Girl Scouts this year whether we do anything else with it or not.