here’s a link of some photos I’ve been updating to Facebook…

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2040976&l=d72a6&id=59201194

a great poem from the Writer’s Almanac a few days ago.

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

-“The Patience of Ordinary Things,” by Pat Schneider

countdown

October 22, 2008

Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker

I’ve added this ticker to this blog’s “About” page and to Facebook. Hard to believe sometimes that we’re in the home stretch!

strike a pose

October 22, 2008

The painting on the right was hanging in our room at the Decorah B&B we stayed at for our anniversary. Marshall asked me how they managed to get a childhood picture of me!

Minus the lipstick, eyeshadow, and halo, the image did remind me of a photo in one of my mom’s albums.

We are so curious to see what kind of hair our little man will have. And how soon he will have it. It took Marsh and I a couple of years to pass the peach fuzz stage…

I recently learned two things about Marshall that I’ve never learned before: one, that he was born four weeks premature. Two, both of his grandfathers suffered from heart attacks. I’m glad I didn’t know the latter until Marshall came home for a lunch break today. I was getting dropped off after an awesome lunch at La Baguette with “Family Friend” Arthur and had a box of peach tarts nestled under my arm, ready to go inside and work a couple more hours, when Marshall’s massive white work truck approached us. Arthur asked how his first day on the job was going, and he said it had been great, despite the two hours he had just spent in the hospital!

Late this morning, Marshall was walking through the first property he’ll be working on at his new job and tried to ignore some severe chest pain. He warned my dad that if he suddenly fell over, this was why. (sheesh! Glad I wasn’t there to hear him say that.) They soon decided to head to the hospital, and yes, after some X-rays and other tests, it turns out that my honey sprained some cartilage between a rib and his sternum.

How bizarre for this to happen on the first day of his new job. He’s done a lot of heavy lifting this past week with us moving and all, but believes he didn’t push himself too far, and when I think of the crazy stunts he’s done at TreeHouse and other stuff like that, it’s just puzzling to have this happen now—especially considering he first felt pain only when he sat up after resting on the couch this morning.

Of course I am one relieved wifey that that precious heart of his is fine. I don’t know what the healing time is but there is plenty of setting-up and officey stuff for him to work on as his body recovers.

In other news—Bluebird is a nest of boxes right now, but we are slowly unfurling our life-things throughout the place like blankets. We can’t wait to lie down amongst them and hear them welcome us home.