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Yesterday was my second birthday! As in, July 23rd is my first birthday, upon which my mother gave birth to me and February 29th (or March 1st the other 3 years) is my second birthday, the one upon which I woke up from the Big Nap. Yay me!

A year ago today, I was coming to terms with the fact that I’d been gone for 18 days, shit in a bag taped to my belly, had a tube draining yuck from my abdomen and another draing more yuck from my left lung, couldn’t take a deep breath, couldn’t eat, couldn’t move, felt like I was suffocating without a fan blowing in my face all the time, and was in the room reserved for the sickest person in the hospital.

Today, I am embroiled in my school’s decision to require uniforms next year, am really, really sick of the snow, and have just finalized plans to go to Israel in June. That’s a heck of a lot better, isn’t it? Really puts thing in perspective.

This trip I’m going on is just me. Well, me and a bunch of other women. No J. The other two times I’ve gone, it has been with J and he’s been in charge of the whole trip, which made for a pretty big safety net. This time, it is a trip for just women and run by an organization not run by the hubby. But it was a great price and it sounds like we’ll do some really cool stuff and did I mention it’s in Israel? I love Israel. It goes beyond the Jew thing, which is a pretty big thing. It’s the history. You are surrounded by living, breathing history every minute.

Here’s a photo from our last trip. This boy is hanging out on a beach in Tiberius. I know, boy on beach: big deal. But this beach is on Lake Kinneret, otherwise known as the Sea of Galilee (it’s very Middle East of them, to name this small (by Canadian standards) body of water a “sea.” Half the rocks on this beach are bits of pottery, thousands of years old, washed down from the ruins across the road. See, everything is history.

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Unicycles and stuff

Maya and I were just out getting some craft stuff for a project of hers and she found a gold metallic pen, which she has wanted for writing thank-you notes for bat mitzvah gifts. When we got home, she tried it out – it was cool – and then handed it to me and said, “Here. Keep this safe.” I took it and said, “Do you realize what you are saying?” She stared at me for a moment and said, “I don’t know what I was thinking,” and snatched it back.

See, having an utter space cadet as a mother isn’t all bad – it teachers a child how to be responsible for their own things.

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I have a huge, snotty, painful head cold and 3 kids off school this week. And laundry piling up, and a bat mitzvah to work on planning for, and on it goes. Okay, whine mode off. It was just a little slip.

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Asher turned 10 on the weekend, and the unicycle that his crazy father wanted to give him was a huge hit. I was concerned because unicycles are hard to learn to ride – no training wheel options – and I was afraid he’d get frustrated. So far, that hasn’t happened. Here’s a little video of him practicing in the hallway (and Boo whining on the stairs as bonus).

I should mention that the first step with a unicycle is to hold yourself between two chairs and work at just keeping upright an on the thing since, of course, the first thing you have to be able to do is keep the wheel under you. Asher spent the weekend doing that at the cottage. This is actually amazing progress.

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Walking

A year ago from the first day of my coma, I had the runs all day. Several people commented on the irony of that. I feel weird, knowing that a year ago I was Napping. It makes me acutely aware of how far I’ve come. I’ve commented before on how I wonder when going up stairs will stop feeling like an accomplishment. It still hasn’t happened. I am still amazed.

I had a nice experience yesterday, walking the dog around the block. We’ve had a bit of a thaw here the past couple of days, which has done a nice job of clearing the streets of ice, making it much easier to walk. I was marching down the street and I realized that, for the first time in a year, I felt normal. No hernia dragging my belly down, or colostomy bulging out. No sore hip. And Duncan the fluid fetus has finally shrunk to a size that it is no longer bothering me.

Now, if you put me on uneven ground, I’d go back to feeling like some sort of invalid, walking slowly in order to avoid tripping, or just tripping. I’m not normal. But it was the first time I got to feel normal, and it was great.

We are off to the cottage for the weekend. I plan to walk like a normal person and knit. I made another pair of the warmest socks in the world, and I’d show you a picture, but my web camera is refusing to work. Damn kids. Next up, a pair for Boo.

Oh yeah! And my boy is turning 10 years old tomorrow! Double digits! We bought him a unicycle. I kid you not.

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