Life is

So I've been trying not to go more than a week without posting something, but here we are a few days short (or should I say long?) of the mark. Baby is asleep now, and I really should be cleaning my house. I'm not.

Matt's concert last night went great, I thought - there was a good variety of well-played music, and even an impromptu (and LENGTHY) encore from the small group that was featured during one of the pieces. I guess life is full of surprises...

Sort of like the unexpected phone call I got yesterday that the only man I have ever called Grandpa (and more often UDell) is in the hospital. A case of pneumonia prompted chest x-rays, which led to a biopsy of spots on his lungs and...well, I won't give all the details, but we ended up visiting him in the ICU yesterday afternoon. Separately, while one of us stayed with the boy, because "there are bugs in the ICU that would wipe out a three-month-old in less than 24 hours," according to the smiling nurse. Life is a little scary sometimes.

Still no word on what's ailing him, just more tests and waiting and praying that my grandmother doesn't outlive another husband. I realized this morning that when my 'real' grandpa died, he was just a year older than my dad is now. My mother was the age of my oldest sister when she lost him. Makes life seem way too short.

In spite of yesterday's sad news which should have given me some perspective, I still managed to be distraught about a couple of loaves of failed bread (Anne, you're not alone!) and the fact that my baby screamed for the babysitter. Speaking of which, I can hear him waking up now...I guess life just is what it is.

Even so, I was happily exhausted when I fell into bed last night after a day full of visiting, baking, enjoying and entertaining. My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was "Life is wonderful."