Have you ever read The Time Traveler's Wife? Or seen that movie, the one with Joseph Gordon Levitt jumping through time and space? Sometimes, this trip is like that. And I find myself once again plonked somewhere completely different, and even though I know it's going to happen, it's still strange.
This morning was rainy and grim in one part of the country, this afternoon was sunny and hot in another. I spent most of the afternoon on the patio, eating rock cakes and watching my 2-year-old naked cousin frolic in a sprinkler. She still has the baby-tummy that sticks out over her toes, and she walks like a mini-drunk, in adorable tottering steps. From old life to new, I guess.
My grandpa turned out to ok, by the way. His heart is working fine, and apparently is causing no alarm, which is a relief to all of us. It's scary to have your world rocked that way though, sending tremors through your everyday life. Touch wood that he keeps on going strong.
Better go, I've been summoned to help bath the baby. I can hear the giggling already through my open window.
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