Today the wife and I went to our first official appointment with her physician since she's been pregnant. She's a great woman who listens and gets folks to talkin'. She also is a wonderful teacher who is more than happy to answer any question one might have should they be fixin' to make a baby. We're fixin' to have ours in September around Labor Day. Everything is going just fine so far, and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat through the doctor's little transistor radio. Pretty dang cool. I had a transistor radio when I was a kid and I was lucky that it picked up "We Built This City" by Starship on KFRX. The 1980s in Lincoln, Nebraska summed up in two words: Fucking Awesome.
I kind of wonder about having a kid on Labor Day, should that happen. I mean, I'm lazy enough as it is so the poor kid's going to have genetics working against him/her. THEN there will be the added factor of being born on a holiday that celebrates chilling out, eating hamburgers, and having a few beers. I'm afraid we'll have to hire a motivational speaker to get this kid to change his underwear. As a high school graduation present.
Not everyone knows, but we've been presented with a fairly sweet real estate opportunity. This would involve selling our current house, which I thought we had no chance in hell of doing. I was wrong and we got an offer today. A reasonable one. The nursing home down the street from me would eventually like to replace the block that I live on with assisted living townhouses (I think). While it would involve losing three 1920s era bungalows, it would provide a nice neighborhood with more stability as all but three of the homes on my block are rentals. Anyway, color me effin' stoked. I'm knocking on wood and crossing my fingers that this continues to go through.
My current home has been good to us, albeit something of a fixer-upper. I've learned a lot about myself in the last couple of years and chief among those things is the fact that I am the farthest thing from a handy man. My strengths include: hugging, cooking, playing guitar (thanks to everyone that came out to the Zoo Bar last night!), and drinking crappy alcohol. This in no way qualifies me to weld pipe for a new toilet and actually kind of scared the shit out of me. Thank God for father in laws.
Here's to not having the shit scared out of me while installing a new toilet. Cheers!