Friday, again. I haven't accomplished much today, not that anyone but me seems to be paying attention. I fixed one crisis in the patient accounting area (rebooted, ta da, problem solved), sent out an e-mail to everyone about the latest virus (when in doubt, DON'T OPEN IT!!!), sent instructions to someone about how to get access to our VPN (and she's not even my user - her current LAN manager is too busy to be bothered by requests for such things as secure remote access - the asshole), and created a PassportHealth account for a new user (again, not anyone I support, but we don't have enough security officers in other departments, so I just do it myself). And now it's almost 11:00, I've got to go get Heather since today is only a half-day, then I get to go to my boss's 50th birthday party. It's over at 2:00 - I'm finding it hard to justify driving back. But we'll see. If not, then Monday's another day, I'm sure.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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