Today... more snow. Ugh !!! I like snow, don't misunderstand. But last year here, there were days you could wear a short sleeved shirt and be comfy. These days, I can't get up the driveway due to the ice and snow.... and lack of 4 wheeled drive.
Speaking of that, my irritation level shot through the roof once again due to the residential situation. Maybe I need to push up my move out date? The last 2 or 3 snowfalls, I have done most of the shoveling. Not a big deal, since I am the one that likes to go out and it's ok exercise. Today, I felt like being a little bit rebellious. After making sure that the bathrooms were in good shape, dishes and the laundry done, I was a little lazy. Sure the garbage can needed to be emptied, but I am not the only adult living in the house. I asked if he would take care of it, and he said he would. I left mid afternoon... well, around 1:45 for my performance. I knew I should have touched up the driveway, but like I said, I opted not too.
At about 5, I met the family ( his family and Christian) at a pizza parlor for dinner. Afterwards I drove Ken and I home. ( note that his dad drove them all there... in his 4x4 Highlander.... man I like that car)
As I started slipping like crazy
I said aloud, "I might have a little trouble getting to work tomorrow"
His reply "Man, I'm not looking forward to shoveling tomorrow".
Thinking he might be shoveling in the early am and I could help,
Me: " What time to you go to work tomorrow?"
Him, " I don't"
Me: "Guess I should have shoveled today, but I'm getting a little sick of shovelling. Might have a little trouble since the car gets stuck easy" ( honesty mixed with a passive aggressive complaint)
Him: ( this from the guy who had read the paper and watched football ALL day) "No big deal. Don't worry about getting out. It's mostly the powder stuff. I'll get to it later tomorrow"
(I interpreted that as...."Yup. Didn't shovel today cause I didn't need to. And I don't have to because you getting out safely or smoothly to work couldn't concern me less)
So as I attempt to get up the driveway... no luck. I got stuck 1/2 way. After trying a few more times to make it and growing more irritated with every try, I slam the car into gear and throw the break up, shut down the car and, probably a little too loud, announce, "Looks like a great time to shovel" His dad offered to get my car in the garage which both insulted and torked me as I just wanted to reply, "Nope. I can actually pull a car into a garage when the driveway is semi-clear. But _I_ didn't take care of that. Why don't you ask your son why he didn't? And why are YOU asking to pull my car in? That'd be a nice gesture, oh, from him. Why don't you just tell your boy to get off his MF ass and DO SOMETHING!!!!"
So, I head into the house, still steaming, to change from my concert shoes filled with snow from the driveway to change into my boots. My mother in law asked me to retrieve one of Christian's lunchboxes and hats for their house. Sure, whatever I can do to serve. Still steaming, I go into the house. Refusing to untie one boot, I attempt to shove my foot into it. Wasn't going so well. And, perhaps you have a similar experience when your fuse is fried and yet something else isn't proceeding as desired. I start lightly cursing, knowing Christian is outside and that I will have a fit of rage if something doesn't get out. And then, not yet 1 minute after asking, but most likely innocuously enough (but my feathers were way too ruffled to not infer) my current mother in law (a women who won't drive 10 miles at night and had NEVER touched a shovel in her life) follows me into the house checking on whether I got the lunchbox and hat. I said I would, and I will. I gave her the stuff and they proceeded home...thank goodness. The saddest/ greatest part is when Christian ( 6 YEAR OLD CHRISTIAN) gets his little shovel and starts to clear the driveway. I am so greatful for our little boy. But emotionally, the damage had been done. I wanted to beat the snot out of "the bum" of the house.... or run away.
I have to get out of this house. All of Ken's traits that anger or irritate me have transcended the house, and the way I feel about them I project onto other people. I can't handle getting blown off a little bit, have a hard time with judgmental people, and am just plain on edge with everything. Besides that, I can't juggle all the things work, home and child related AND try to cover the things I didn't think I needed to handle - like a cable bill in MY name that goes unpaid because I was told someone else would handle it. I guess that's like the garbage that is still in the kitchen because I asked someone else to take it out. I hope a change in environment will help.... Either that or I need a whole freaking pool of Calgon.
On a little bit of an upper, the gig went ok. I made it through without any noticeable splats and had a semblance of face at the end. It was with a new group, so it's always good to make a favorable impression. Yeah.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Thursday.....
Highlights of today? ..... Don't know :-)
Here's is a little of what happened though.
Best news of today - Christian is one day down with no hair pulling. This is BIG news. I was so happy for him and proud of him I treated him to his own Starbucks. ( who gives a 6 year old Starbucks? Uh, that would be me. Besides, I am amused when he orders himself a kids decaf mocha with no whipped cream. Give him keys and a briefcase and he's ready for the work force) Today, he agreed that he and I would share a drink and he requested a piece of pumpkin loaf in exchange. Fair enough.
This is much better after yesterday, which was a day of trauma for him. I had given him the "rice ball" to play with in class, but had not notified his teacher about it.It's not good to send a child with something that resembles a plaything and not let a teacher know what it's function is or why he has it in class. Well, this rice ball was enjoyed by several in the class including 2 girls. One of these girls ( account according to Christian) said that the ball was hers and that she made it. Christian contested, but he is not the confrontational type. Then when "Susie II" chimed in agreeing with her friend, Christian surrendered.
Later on that day, I happened to bump into his class in a main corridor. They were headed to gym and I was on the way back from yet another meeting. I saw his eyebrow was all red. We spoke and he told me he had pulled again. I asked why and he started to ball. He then shared the "rice ball incident". After calming down a little, he headed to PE and I headed to his teacher to give him the low down on the current situation and explain the rice ball. Teacher was very understanding ( he's a great guy for 1st graders). Last night, I made another rice ball and put his name on it. So, for today victory in round 1. One day at a time.
Work was fine. Nothing much to note...... no pun intended.
Home - ok, there is this game that we have on the PC called Loco. ( short for locomotive) In this low tech game, you have to shoot colored objects into the matching spots of a moving train. It sounds easy but it's a little bit of a pisser for me. I think there are 15 levels. It has taken me 5 darn days to get from 13-14. This is why I am scared to discover all this WII or PS2 -3 - whatever business. I just don't have that much time to play a game. And heaven forbid I actually like it. A student offered to have me listen to a soundtrack from one of his handheld PS something machines. The music to the closing credits was certainly impressive, but not so much as the graphics. What the hell? It was like watching a mini movie. I must sound like I am from the stone ages, but these gaming systems absolutely amaze me. And then when I actually try to play them.... I miss Pong :-).
The future - I am supposed to play a performance on Sunday. This is after taking almost 3 weeks off my instrument. For those unfamiliar, that's like running a marathon after vegging on a cruise for a month and residing close to the buffet. I am a little nervous about this one.:-) That and there is BUNKO tomorrow night. Fun game - plus there are drinks/food and a chance to win a little moolah. Never hurts.
Happy Friday.
Here's is a little of what happened though.
Best news of today - Christian is one day down with no hair pulling. This is BIG news. I was so happy for him and proud of him I treated him to his own Starbucks. ( who gives a 6 year old Starbucks? Uh, that would be me. Besides, I am amused when he orders himself a kids decaf mocha with no whipped cream. Give him keys and a briefcase and he's ready for the work force) Today, he agreed that he and I would share a drink and he requested a piece of pumpkin loaf in exchange. Fair enough.
This is much better after yesterday, which was a day of trauma for him. I had given him the "rice ball" to play with in class, but had not notified his teacher about it.It's not good to send a child with something that resembles a plaything and not let a teacher know what it's function is or why he has it in class. Well, this rice ball was enjoyed by several in the class including 2 girls. One of these girls ( account according to Christian) said that the ball was hers and that she made it. Christian contested, but he is not the confrontational type. Then when "Susie II" chimed in agreeing with her friend, Christian surrendered.
Later on that day, I happened to bump into his class in a main corridor. They were headed to gym and I was on the way back from yet another meeting. I saw his eyebrow was all red. We spoke and he told me he had pulled again. I asked why and he started to ball. He then shared the "rice ball incident". After calming down a little, he headed to PE and I headed to his teacher to give him the low down on the current situation and explain the rice ball. Teacher was very understanding ( he's a great guy for 1st graders). Last night, I made another rice ball and put his name on it. So, for today victory in round 1. One day at a time.
Work was fine. Nothing much to note...... no pun intended.
Home - ok, there is this game that we have on the PC called Loco. ( short for locomotive) In this low tech game, you have to shoot colored objects into the matching spots of a moving train. It sounds easy but it's a little bit of a pisser for me. I think there are 15 levels. It has taken me 5 darn days to get from 13-14. This is why I am scared to discover all this WII or PS2 -3 - whatever business. I just don't have that much time to play a game. And heaven forbid I actually like it. A student offered to have me listen to a soundtrack from one of his handheld PS something machines. The music to the closing credits was certainly impressive, but not so much as the graphics. What the hell? It was like watching a mini movie. I must sound like I am from the stone ages, but these gaming systems absolutely amaze me. And then when I actually try to play them.... I miss Pong :-).
The future - I am supposed to play a performance on Sunday. This is after taking almost 3 weeks off my instrument. For those unfamiliar, that's like running a marathon after vegging on a cruise for a month and residing close to the buffet. I am a little nervous about this one.:-) That and there is BUNKO tomorrow night. Fun game - plus there are drinks/food and a chance to win a little moolah. Never hurts.
Happy Friday.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Ahh, a Tuesday that feels like a Monday
Nah, it wasn't really all that bad.
Meeting with several superiors and finding out all the things that have to be done and are being done with and without my knowledge that wasn't so great. This week is becoming the week o' meeting. Great.
Being this is finals week, the masses were in pretty good spirits for "band" class. I guess to them at least they weren't drilling for some major final. Well, some of them actually are as we have to do a scale profeciency test - can you play the scales we've learned in class. In order to accomplish this with a little fun (maybe) I have twisted the "Deal or No Deal" game to serve my purposes. Although I caught guff for it at first, I think we have all come to like it.
There is a tack board with 16 briefcases (note cards) on it. In these briefcases there is the letter name of a scale they have to play. They must play a total of 2 scales. To begin, the students get to choose 2 and I choose one. They open their first case and decide if they want to keep it. If no, they can trade for mine. If yes, they keep it then open case 2 and decide if they want to keep that one or trade. We then see if the have made a good deal. To add a little spice, there are 3 "no scale" cards on the board. If a student draws one of these, they get full credit on a scale without playing it. These have been the coveted cards.... I mean briefcases.
All in all not a bad instructional day. I think the worst of it came as I needed to stand out in this subartic weather for afternoon carpool. It's not terrible. Most people are fairly nice and most have created a staggered time of when to pick up their children avoiding most of the car traffic onslaught. Only one or two whiny, mouthy folks today. I'll take freezing temps over mean people any day.
Other than that, Christian is still pulling out his hair. It's a little at a time, but still worrisome. My sister used to roll paper into balls with her fingers as a nervous past time. Christian seem to prefer the route of hair removal. I took him to the doctor for this. The summary - he is anxious by nature and more than likely, with the divorce, that isn't going to improve. I have to try and modify his behavior so that his first line of attack isn't his hair. Instead his attention will be directed to a "ball" I made of balloons and rice...a stress ball if you will. Hopefully this can engage his nervous energy rather than his eyelashes and eyebrows.If this worsens or goes into other areas like aggression or withdrawal, I will take him to a child therapist and last resort, medication for anxiety. I am hoping and praying this doesn't head in that direction.
Tomorrow begins the rounds of meetings at 7:15 am. Can't wait. Thank goodness this is only a four day work week. :-)
Number next.....
Meeting with several superiors and finding out all the things that have to be done and are being done with and without my knowledge that wasn't so great. This week is becoming the week o' meeting. Great.
Being this is finals week, the masses were in pretty good spirits for "band" class. I guess to them at least they weren't drilling for some major final. Well, some of them actually are as we have to do a scale profeciency test - can you play the scales we've learned in class. In order to accomplish this with a little fun (maybe) I have twisted the "Deal or No Deal" game to serve my purposes. Although I caught guff for it at first, I think we have all come to like it.
There is a tack board with 16 briefcases (note cards) on it. In these briefcases there is the letter name of a scale they have to play. They must play a total of 2 scales. To begin, the students get to choose 2 and I choose one. They open their first case and decide if they want to keep it. If no, they can trade for mine. If yes, they keep it then open case 2 and decide if they want to keep that one or trade. We then see if the have made a good deal. To add a little spice, there are 3 "no scale" cards on the board. If a student draws one of these, they get full credit on a scale without playing it. These have been the coveted cards.... I mean briefcases.
All in all not a bad instructional day. I think the worst of it came as I needed to stand out in this subartic weather for afternoon carpool. It's not terrible. Most people are fairly nice and most have created a staggered time of when to pick up their children avoiding most of the car traffic onslaught. Only one or two whiny, mouthy folks today. I'll take freezing temps over mean people any day.
Other than that, Christian is still pulling out his hair. It's a little at a time, but still worrisome. My sister used to roll paper into balls with her fingers as a nervous past time. Christian seem to prefer the route of hair removal. I took him to the doctor for this. The summary - he is anxious by nature and more than likely, with the divorce, that isn't going to improve. I have to try and modify his behavior so that his first line of attack isn't his hair. Instead his attention will be directed to a "ball" I made of balloons and rice...a stress ball if you will. Hopefully this can engage his nervous energy rather than his eyelashes and eyebrows.If this worsens or goes into other areas like aggression or withdrawal, I will take him to a child therapist and last resort, medication for anxiety. I am hoping and praying this doesn't head in that direction.
Tomorrow begins the rounds of meetings at 7:15 am. Can't wait. Thank goodness this is only a four day work week. :-)
Number next.....
Rescind
If anyone reads this other than me, I deleted a previous post because it was more of a diary entry anyway. If this were like a mass publication read by readers who were totally autonomous from me, then it might be ok to share somethings. But, considering the potential viewing pool, some things need to stay on the "down low" :-)
Besides, sometimes I think feelings are shared when they've reached a boiling/ freezing point - the cause not always being able to be pinpointed to one specific event or person. And although the event referred to may have been part if the ignition, but was not the sole cause and should not have been put in the place I had it. Special days need to stay special....even in retrospect. My own rule :-)
Today, is jazz band. 7am in the freakin' morning jazz band. But, my students make it ok. We are working on the Stevie Wonder tune Superstition. Man is it hard, but they are doing a great job with it. The trombones are on high Z sharp and the saxes have these crazy hard rhythms. But then we do Satin Doll and all complain that it's a little lame. Tough crowd. We've worn out the Queen medley and Funkytown though :-)
Looking forward to a "long" day at work and a morning Starbucks. Thank goodness for Starbucks.
Besides, sometimes I think feelings are shared when they've reached a boiling/ freezing point - the cause not always being able to be pinpointed to one specific event or person. And although the event referred to may have been part if the ignition, but was not the sole cause and should not have been put in the place I had it. Special days need to stay special....even in retrospect. My own rule :-)
Today, is jazz band. 7am in the freakin' morning jazz band. But, my students make it ok. We are working on the Stevie Wonder tune Superstition. Man is it hard, but they are doing a great job with it. The trombones are on high Z sharp and the saxes have these crazy hard rhythms. But then we do Satin Doll and all complain that it's a little lame. Tough crowd. We've worn out the Queen medley and Funkytown though :-)
Looking forward to a "long" day at work and a morning Starbucks. Thank goodness for Starbucks.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
First girl traumas
This has been one the hardest things to witness in my son's growing up.
He, in first grade, already has this thing for having female admirers, sometimes called girlfriends. They aren't girlfriends in the 13 year old and up sense, but girlfriends none the less. His father says Christian takes after him. The humor of that is stifling.
I think he's a good catch because he's a little more gentle and sensitive than the other boys. I don't know how that bodes for the future, but all the same. He's not a rough and tumble guy. Not a fan of dodge ball or 'war' games. Likes board games and his computer. Because he actually checks to see if people are ok and yells at kids who push, he's a little different mold for a 6 year old. Fart jokes and potty humor still apply, but after meeting a few more 6 year olds, I see that's programmed for the age.
He started his dating career with Morgan, a girl from his after school daycare that keeps trying to kiss him. Ugh !!! Where am I sending this kid? And here his dad is telling him to "get some". What class!!! :-(. Christian, much to my relief, says that kisses are gross, but hugs are ok. Thank God!!!! At what age does that perception change from guys?? ( or does it depend on the girl ;-) )
Then, this past Saturday, we went to one of his classmate's birthday parties where many of the students from his class were. One of these students was Holly, a very cute little blond headed girl. Christian and she paled around for most of the party. At the end of the party, he asked for her number. Where does he get this stuff ??? Her mom was there and thought it was cute, so I didn't stop it. Christian asked when he could call and mom replied late afternoon as they went to church and wouldn't be home until then.
Today, he played computer and watched the phone. Every half hour he asked what time it was although he can read time perfectly well himself. So, the time came to call and he did. (I wish I had those guts.Have you ever just tried to figure out what you'd say only to mess it all up when you called anyway? He seemed to have none of that anxiety) Her big sister was home and reported that everyone else was out. Uh-oh. He waited a few hours and called again and still, they were not home.
Christian was upset merely for the fact that he had promised to call and felt that he had not fulfilled his promise by not talking to her. My heart was in my throat thinking that here he was getting blown off. Now, _this_ would be following in his dad's footsteps. Sorry if that sounds cruel, but even he wouldn't deny it. Heck, I'll throw my footsteps in the gene pool too.
I do realize that being a first grader, provided he was getting blown off, this "whatever" will resolve itself in a matter of weeks if not days. I know that, but I can't help but being a little sad. He, on the other hand, is oblivious. This may be part of the problem, but is very good for this first grader and will most likely be his saving grace too. Understanding too much too soon.... baaaaddd.
I think everyone has an idea of what dads think when their girls become involved in mixed gender relationships, but I had no clue what a mom feels like for a son. I think my son is the cat's meow ( not to say that I'm not fully aware he has faults) AND I know nothing in first grade is leading to the alter (or I sure hope not). But seeing my very tender hearted boy even possibly get hurt by this is crushing. Even in first grade. Crap. What is going to happen in 4th, 7th, 9th and 11th grades? Maybe he won't be so tender hearted and go into these things for other reasons. (Ok. Not thinking like that.) But to see your son actually get hurt or potentially get hurt in these matters is..... heartwrenching.
I guess dads go into these things with baseball bats and moms go in with tissues and reasons to tell the girl of the hour to eat dirt for hurting her son. The verbiage gets stronger with more advanced ages mind you.
This could get complicated. Thank goodness it's only first grade and the only things at stake are invitations to birthday parties and play dates. Perhaps we can pass all this and call them play "casual get togethers"? Too much, I know.
May they all just eat Play-Do, pop heads off of figurines, and push each other down on the way to the swing forever. Handholding?? Only if you are arm wrestling.
He, in first grade, already has this thing for having female admirers, sometimes called girlfriends. They aren't girlfriends in the 13 year old and up sense, but girlfriends none the less. His father says Christian takes after him. The humor of that is stifling.
I think he's a good catch because he's a little more gentle and sensitive than the other boys. I don't know how that bodes for the future, but all the same. He's not a rough and tumble guy. Not a fan of dodge ball or 'war' games. Likes board games and his computer. Because he actually checks to see if people are ok and yells at kids who push, he's a little different mold for a 6 year old. Fart jokes and potty humor still apply, but after meeting a few more 6 year olds, I see that's programmed for the age.
He started his dating career with Morgan, a girl from his after school daycare that keeps trying to kiss him. Ugh !!! Where am I sending this kid? And here his dad is telling him to "get some". What class!!! :-(. Christian, much to my relief, says that kisses are gross, but hugs are ok. Thank God!!!! At what age does that perception change from guys?? ( or does it depend on the girl ;-) )
Then, this past Saturday, we went to one of his classmate's birthday parties where many of the students from his class were. One of these students was Holly, a very cute little blond headed girl. Christian and she paled around for most of the party. At the end of the party, he asked for her number. Where does he get this stuff ??? Her mom was there and thought it was cute, so I didn't stop it. Christian asked when he could call and mom replied late afternoon as they went to church and wouldn't be home until then.
Today, he played computer and watched the phone. Every half hour he asked what time it was although he can read time perfectly well himself. So, the time came to call and he did. (I wish I had those guts.Have you ever just tried to figure out what you'd say only to mess it all up when you called anyway? He seemed to have none of that anxiety) Her big sister was home and reported that everyone else was out. Uh-oh. He waited a few hours and called again and still, they were not home.
Christian was upset merely for the fact that he had promised to call and felt that he had not fulfilled his promise by not talking to her. My heart was in my throat thinking that here he was getting blown off. Now, _this_ would be following in his dad's footsteps. Sorry if that sounds cruel, but even he wouldn't deny it. Heck, I'll throw my footsteps in the gene pool too.
I do realize that being a first grader, provided he was getting blown off, this "whatever" will resolve itself in a matter of weeks if not days. I know that, but I can't help but being a little sad. He, on the other hand, is oblivious. This may be part of the problem, but is very good for this first grader and will most likely be his saving grace too. Understanding too much too soon.... baaaaddd.
I think everyone has an idea of what dads think when their girls become involved in mixed gender relationships, but I had no clue what a mom feels like for a son. I think my son is the cat's meow ( not to say that I'm not fully aware he has faults) AND I know nothing in first grade is leading to the alter (or I sure hope not). But seeing my very tender hearted boy even possibly get hurt by this is crushing. Even in first grade. Crap. What is going to happen in 4th, 7th, 9th and 11th grades? Maybe he won't be so tender hearted and go into these things for other reasons. (Ok. Not thinking like that.) But to see your son actually get hurt or potentially get hurt in these matters is..... heartwrenching.
I guess dads go into these things with baseball bats and moms go in with tissues and reasons to tell the girl of the hour to eat dirt for hurting her son. The verbiage gets stronger with more advanced ages mind you.
This could get complicated. Thank goodness it's only first grade and the only things at stake are invitations to birthday parties and play dates. Perhaps we can pass all this and call them play "casual get togethers"? Too much, I know.
May they all just eat Play-Do, pop heads off of figurines, and push each other down on the way to the swing forever. Handholding?? Only if you are arm wrestling.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Must sleep, but don't want to.
I type this as I should be going to bed, since tomorrow is my first day back to work since before Christmas. With all the snow and family excitement, it hasn't been all that a relaxing break, but I guess I am ready to go back and meet my adolescent prisoners and beat them into submission. More accurately, they may beat me to declare defeat, but I digress. :-)
One of the many things that I learned or remembered over this break is that I am a night owl by nature. (another is that I am strongly inclined to procrastinate, but I'll share those revelations another time.) I do love a good sunrise and the beauty of the early morning, it's the getting out of bed part I'm not all that fond of. - not to mention the shock of the freezing air. The alarm clock knows it has a minimum of 3 rings before I have any significant response. My preference ( as I got to explore over break) is to sleep in until around 10 ( or later if the little guy is camping out with his grandparents) noodle around for an hour or so and then get moving in attempts to be productive - or at least appear to be. Then I can keep cranking until about 12-2, especially if something has caught my interest.
So here am at 11:15pm, fully aware of the fact that I need to wake up around 5:30 for a grandiose school day and I am in no way sleepy. Great :-(
I used to have the ability go to sleep at 1 and get up at 6 and be okay for the day. I could do that for at least a week. Those days, sadly, have passed. I can still do it on the short term when necessary, but only if I can guarantee a period of hibernation shortly after and with no guarantee of being anything close to sociable. I know - what a charmer.
So there are my sleep whoas being used to help me procrastinate actually getting into bed to attempt to sleep. It's truly a vicious cycle. :-)
One of the many things that I learned or remembered over this break is that I am a night owl by nature. (another is that I am strongly inclined to procrastinate, but I'll share those revelations another time.) I do love a good sunrise and the beauty of the early morning, it's the getting out of bed part I'm not all that fond of. - not to mention the shock of the freezing air. The alarm clock knows it has a minimum of 3 rings before I have any significant response. My preference ( as I got to explore over break) is to sleep in until around 10 ( or later if the little guy is camping out with his grandparents) noodle around for an hour or so and then get moving in attempts to be productive - or at least appear to be. Then I can keep cranking until about 12-2, especially if something has caught my interest.
So here am at 11:15pm, fully aware of the fact that I need to wake up around 5:30 for a grandiose school day and I am in no way sleepy. Great :-(
I used to have the ability go to sleep at 1 and get up at 6 and be okay for the day. I could do that for at least a week. Those days, sadly, have passed. I can still do it on the short term when necessary, but only if I can guarantee a period of hibernation shortly after and with no guarantee of being anything close to sociable. I know - what a charmer.
So there are my sleep whoas being used to help me procrastinate actually getting into bed to attempt to sleep. It's truly a vicious cycle. :-)
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