I'm in Seattle and am having a flashback to those days in January 2007 when I lingered in Seattle waiting for Lulu Bell's birth. I was technically 'working' at my job in Houston so I had my laptop and cell phone by the couch (yes, I was sleeping in the living room on a long and very comfortable sofa). And boy, did that phone begin to ring every morning at 6:00 a.m. Seattle time and 8:00 a.m. Houston time. I'd conduct the business of the management district for several hours. Got in a half-days work. I told my board chairman, that if I flew back to Houston, Caroline would immediately go into labor and I'd turn back immediately. Every Wednesday morning, Steve and Caroline and I would visit her obstetrician who always said, "It could be any day now."
Well, emails are popping up again this morning in response to missives I sent late last night. All wrap-up stuff for the Houston Permitting Center. How can their still be details and odd jobs that need attending? Because it is not over until it's over. The artwork is complete, but those wrap-up items....
Yes, I am here in Seattle and my sleep hours have, of course, not yet adjusted to the time change. I was up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m., but I chose not to turn over and fall back asleep, because I had a rush of ideas for a proposal for Lawndale and words were tumbling out so fast that I rushed for pen and paper. Didn't want to lose any part of it, like one does if it's really a dream.
Jeanne picked me up at the airport at 9:00 last night. Got a good price on Alaska Airlines on their 6:40 p.m. flight out of Houston. Temperatures here in the 60s. Did I bring the right clothes? There's a 40 degree difference from that oven heat in Houston.
Jeanne will bring sweet Kelan over here at 9:00 this morning because she has a meeting for her new pre-school teaching job and Kelan and I will drive to Dad's for the first day's visit. And then we may stop at Toys R Us for his birthday present. My grandchildren are often found wanting at gift times. I seem to have few ideas for presents, except for books or for now, acting on Caroline's idea last holiday season that I take each child individually on a special 'field trip.' Charlie and I went to the Tacoma zoo and Lulu Bell and I went to the top of the Space Needle. I think special excursions are a fine idea. No grandchild of mine really needs more toys and random objects, especially as I don't choose toys and random objects very well. One-on-one times are terrific.
So back to that rushing tumult of ideas for Lawndale.