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More ruminations, rambles, rants and raves from the downhill side of the mountain.
Just so you know exactly where I stand vis-a-vis today's polarized politics, let me recommend this organization to you.
And I also recommend my gentle employer to you as well. The Barnes & Noble Affiliate Network, which seemed to have stopped working, is back in operation, so the links and banners are working again.   Now, go buy some books. Links:
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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Yesterday, the light went on in La Dulce's little head. The little legs and arms started working in concert, and she was off and...crawling. Now, she had been doing this tentatively since last month (OK, two weeks ago), but, yesterday, she put it all together. By the time her mom arrived to pick her up, she was happily crawling across the living room to explore things that caught her eye. Today, she has already become even more bold in her explorations. No longer does she head for her favorite toy. Oh no! Now it is things like the drawers in Granddad's desk and (joy of joys) the wastebasket! By morning nap time, Granddad was more than ready for his. From hence forth, life gets truly...aaahhh...interesting in her presence.
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