I must be sick. It seems like this exact time last year I had a bronchial infection and stomach problems. How do I remember so well? I was sick on my birthday last year, and again this year. It gets harder and longer to get over these things.
Enough about me and my woes. I'm reading Grant and there's a guy who had real woes. I got it cushy.
The big news showed up on Facebook, with Tina and Matthew announcing an August arrival of baby boy. That is wonderful news. The photo shows Tina quite far along, so they kept this a well-guarded secret. I had been talking to David the day before the Facebook post, and he didn't let on at all, saying over and over, "that's about it from here; no other news." Sneaky. But still welcome news. Congratulations, Donald will be thrilled. Also, saw on Facebook a post of Oliver's indoor track mile race. Wow.
Anyway, so have you ever had a moment when you see someone in a place that they're not supposed to be in? There's a moment of confusion, a hesitation, a question that can't be answered: what are you doing here? or maybe what am I doing here? Something does not compute.
That's what happened to us last Friday when we went down to DC for the long weekend, knocked on Margaret's door, and who opened it? Annie. California-Washington???? Well, Annie surprised us all, took advantage of miles and the long weekend and joined the rest of us for a weekend of fun and chat and Thomas-watching, our new pastime. The photo is at Mi Rancho, a Mexican restaurant that Peter and Janet introduced us to in Silver Spring.
We stayed with Joe and Leonor (thank you) and even enjoyed a few hours of grandparent babysitting. Thomas was getting over a bout of some gastro infection that sounded not fun at all, with an extended trip to the emergency room. By the time we arrived, he looked much, much better, happy, but still not over the time change from the month in Portugal. He's becoming a real person!
Margaret and Annie did a couple of work-outs, that were so hard it sent them to restorative yoga the following day. Andrew was busy doing course work, that he seems to have mastered quite handily, calmly. What a lot of work. And they all helped "Black Panther" break the box score records.
While at Mi Rancho, Janet was texting us asking for addresses for everyone. We guessed that had something to do with perhaps a date being chosen for a wedding for Sean and Erin. Are we right??
Out in Dundee, Andrew mentioned that he and Lur went to a terrific Nat King Cole concert at the local community college. They are also putting in some quality grandparent time.
Down in Daytona, Johnny had an operation on his eye, to fix a problem where the eyelid had turned inside out, making his eyelashes scratch the cornea. Too much information? Yes, but apparently all went well. Kara and Sage are down there now soaking up a little mid-winter sun.
Back in Rochester, David continues to do his daily walks through the sleet and snow and cold. Were you a postman in a former life? And Paula is busy with art classes and mah-jong.
News flash! Did I tell you I was sick? Yes, but did I tell you we just changed our departure for our trip to Gabon? Instead of leaving this Thursday, we pushed back our departure to next Tuesday, meaning we will not spend a few days in Paris and Copenhagen. A few more days to recover here. There was a bit of fortuitous labor problem, as Air France unions had threatened a strike on Thursday, and they were allowing changes to be made at no cost. It doesn't mean that the strike will be over by next week, but for the moment, things are looking better.
Love and air kisses from up here, on a warm winter day.
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