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I did also have a few nice days last weekend. I took the train down to Mom's on Thursday. Mom had a half-day on Friday and we went and picked up Catherine that evening. Saturday we went to the zoo with all the grandkids and had a great day. Sunday Mom and I dropped off Cathy at home, and Monday I took the train back to La Crosse. It was the first time I'd seen any of them since my vacation in August. Cathy was more cuddly than she's been with me in a long time... she was very happy to be with me. After three hours at the zoo she was pretty tired of walking, and when we rested on a bench for a bit she sat not next to me but on my lap, her head buried in my chest, arms clinging to my shoulders. I drank it up as I held her. That evening and the following afternoon when she sat near me it was also on my lap. It was so wonderful holding my baby... feeling more like a Daddy than I have in ages. Unfortunately, that's about it for good news over the last three weeks. Obviously, since I took the train to Mom's I haven't found a vehicle yet. The one I had my eye on was sold to someone else first, and every time I called someone with an ad in the paper for a car I could afford it has also been sold before I had a chance to see it. When I went to the football game the first person I ran into was Doug, the teacher who'd helped me move. We shook hands and he asked how I was. What came from my mouth was the first the first thought that had popped into my head... "I'm not suicidal," said jokingly. The rest of the five-minute conversation was friendly, but I felt strange after the faux pas. Not a good sign. |