aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,

A day well-spent

Deanne and I were up betimes this morning and off to Anna's house. Brian was already at work when we arrived a little after 8:00 a.m. We immediately started pitching in, cleaning.

Anna is on bed-rest, so she mostly lay on the couch with Percivale the Parfait Puddy-tat. Mordred the Ever-solid slunk through now and then. Deanne started in on dishes and laundry, while I set myself to finish getting the baby's room ready. I put together a super-complicated portable playpen/crib/bassinet/coupe de ville. I was (surprisingly) still in a good humor when I got that done.

After the baby's room came the living room. Then the yard work. Deanne, meanwhile, had started in on Anna & Brian's closet. I went to get some hardware at Lowe's to add another clothes pole and some jacket hooks and got back just after Brian got home.

Anna and Brian were packing up to go to the hospital. They start her induction tonight, and give her a shot in the morning to begin labor. I may get to see my grandson before I hop on the plane home tomorrow, maybe not. In any case, we're going to go feed their cats and do some chores at their place before joining them at the hospital for a while. Then I'll hop my flight and leave Deanne to help out as she can.

Brian's mom is also coming, which will be a help. It may also stress out everybody even more to have two moms attempting to help at the same time. We'll see. I told Anna that if she felt she were being driven crazy, she had the right to tell either or both of them to go home.

Anyway, it's all in God's hands now. Some time tomorrow, I'll be a grandfather. It's been decided that I am to inherit my father's nickname of Grandbear. I'll wear it with pride.

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