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My daughter's visiting from out of state, again. You know I'm happy!! She is my happy pill. I get more energetic. My days and my nights get sorted out. Everything's just better when she's in town to see me.

This visit she and I spent all Saturday watching home movies that my husband had transferred from from VHS-c to DVD. Afterward, we watched the Seattle Cossack's DVD. This copy was purchased in Sturgis at the 75th anniversary of the Black Hills Rally.I have been memorialized forever as a groupie of the Harley Davidson motorcycle trick riding team along with my girlfriend, Rita Cook. I can live with that.

Additionally, we watched me skydiving. At 30 years old, I was facing divorce and life as I'd known it. I had met a paramedic who told me of the exhilaration of jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. One day, I awoke with skydiving on my brain. I drove over to the airfield and signed up to jump that day. I also paid for the video package, which gave us something to watch this day. It was great to see what I looked like back then in the early 1990's.

The highlight by far was watching my daughter see herself at 7 months, 15 months, 3-, 4-, 5-years old. She learned how adorable, talkative, and willful she was. She noted how ingrained her mannerisms are. She got to see how central she was in the lives her mother and father. She still means the world to me.

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