One of Yellow Dog's aunts just sent us this book:

That font means business, let me tell you! I can't decide if it's more Motley Crue or Munsters. What I have decided is that it is so finger-shakingly full of NEVER DO THIS advice that I am inclined towards behavior opposite of that which it suggests. It does contain some useful information, but it's almost impossible to read it thoughtfully without, say, an entire salt lick for balancing purposes. Plus, it was written 13 years ago. Sure, sure, that's not all that long, but information regarding child safety changes on at least a yearly basis and that Chinese takeout font is forever. Luckily, this book is on loan; we have to return it. The question is...how quickly can we return it and still have it seem like we read it with fervor?
In other cautionary news, I need to call my grandparents but am nervous about it because my grandfather had surgery today. Surgery that he was supposed to have months ago but kept having to delay because he either had a stroke or a cold (both of these things happened; it's not that I can't remember). Oh, what type of surgery? The type where one of his own heart valves is replaced with that of a pig heart valve, that's what kind. Pretty darn interesting and medically effective, but there is a chance that he could die. (Granted, he is nearly 83-years-old so that possibility is there with almost anything.) I feel like everything is probably fine, but I'm a little apprehensive about calling their house--even though I'm likely to get the answering machine--and finding out that the surgery was unsuccessful.
I was talking to my mother about this and she's clearly feeling much better about it than she was a few weeks ago because she calmly said "but you're having a baby, so if he does die then there's a new life and it all balances out."
Sure, sure, but, as I replied "I'm still planning on having this kid if and when he survives the surgery."
In further proof that my mother is doing better she said "Well, in that case he'll just have to lose some weight."
I'm always surprised when this side of my mother's humor surfaces because it is not her way. I do believe this guy has helped her cultivate it.
Okay. I'm ready. Time to cultivate a long distance phone call and reap some medical information.
Posted by Ida at December 6, 2007 04:05 PM