At Last! The new camera finally arrived. Now my only problem is there haven’t been enough things to photograph. I thought this weekend would offer up lots of opportunity, but the open house at Honeywell wasn’t completely open. There were no cameras allowed.

I really should have known. If I’d given it any thought, I wouldn’t have set myself up for disappointment. Now I’m down to one day of opportunity before we go trudging back to work.

This one was taken out front after work, just before the sidewalk stole a few layers of skin from two knees, an elbow, and the tip of a big toe.

This has caused more trouble in our house than any other item I can think of.

In case you’re one of the folks I haven’t told in person, Adam’s appointment with the neurosurgeon went as expected. The cysts in his brain are not cause for concern, as long as there are no symptoms. The doctor was kind and patient, and Cheryl left with a good impression, and less anxiety.

Can you ask for anything more from a doctor visit?

Although she didn’t think Adam had any neurological problems, she wanted to schedule him for a bone scan. She was intrigued by Adam’s complaints about back pain, and spent a good portion of the visit following up on what we’d done about Adam’s back… going so far as pulling up Adam’s MRI results from last month, and offering another opinion. Mind you, we weren’t there to discuss Adam’s back. We were seeing a specialist about the cysts in his brain. Adam’s back only came up because of the doctor’s general inquiry (presumably trying to be thorough).

I wasn’t there myself, so I don’t have a firm grasp on what she’s fishing for with the bone scan, but she apparently didn’t imply that it was anything serious. She apparently thought it was interesting that none of the tests he’d had so far showed anything… despite the fact that a three year old could describe his discomfort in such detail, and so consistently (suggesting it wasn’t made up).

Jeez! Considering all the problems my kids have had, if this keeps up I’m going to qualify for Superfund money to clean up my DNA.