April 4, 10:00 a.m. - stepDaughter Holly and Brian's son may now be here on the planet OUTside of Mom. My Wife Pat will be going to Charlottesville in a few hours. That's when I will get the news.

I have a bad headache. I ache all over, actually. The sofa situation yesterday battered me. Pat saw my knuckle last night and said "OW!" My right arm's back in the elastic support. My low back is gimpy and I'm moving slow. I don't think my headache is from my skull being suddenly jammed between the wood of the sofa and my Scion door jam (an appropriate term)... at least I hope not. I'm a mess.

I think of our new Grandson, and HIS first shock of entering this atmosphere... with its cold and hot temperatures, bright lights, loud sounds, strangers, hunger, messes, his inability to traverse terra firma, foreign languages, foreign sights, his bumps and scrapes... and I think "Welcome, boy. Take these. They are called 'band-aids'. Keep some near by at all times."

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DON'T YOU WISH you could remember that weird, frightening first day of YOURS? I do... or at least I think I do.