rDay Twenty-Three, Whatever Happens

Started the day tearing down and testing old computers (3 down, 6 to go), coming upstairs for skylight and escape from the banishment of the basement.  Ivi calls.  Warmth (seventy degrees!) and (albeit cloudless) blue skies beckon.  Another outing to the third of three cemetary venues susceptible to dog-ness.  Mt. Emily is everywhere; can’t be avoided.  On the way home, we catch a college women’s softball game just as it completed.  For dinner, in the Ivi-Kim tradition of homemade pizza for Friday, we take on one of the best yet: asparagus, wine-cooked mushroom, some kind of cheese.  Then Ivi calls, again.

This Just In

Today was a momentous day for Ivi.  A couple of papers were due, the acceptance of her thesis was up in the air, she was to make a oral presentation of her thesis, she was to learn whether she would be accorded special honors status (she was one of six candidates), etc.

So her mother got a call from her mid-afternoon to find that Ivi had been undergoing emergency treatment for a cooking burn on her hand (seemingly a reprise of the nastiness of one year ago) and missed out on everything.  But she called to say that all was under control, she had consulted with her instructors, and was resting and was medicated.

Another call came in at dinner time, intercepted by her dad, to say that she had just learned — about two minutes prior — that she was receiving the honors designation.  And she is “resting comfortably” and will be taking it easy, at least tonight.

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