2003, at New York-Presbyterian Children’s Hospital (echoed on computer screensaver below)
Photo by Lee Rosenbaum
A few of my devoted art-lings may have been wondering about my utter disappearance from CultureGrrl and @CultureGrrl during the past few days. Here’s why I’ve abandoned the keyboard, even though I had a lot of posts in mind:
The only works of art I’ve been seeing since Monday evening are the Sol LeWitt mural, above, at New York-Presbyterian Children’s Hospital and my fabulous first grandchild, who was born there Monday evening. Already precocious, he arrived almost a month earlier than expected, but in full cry and perfect condition, at a robust 6 pounds, 2 ounces.
If all goes according to plan (which it already hasn’t), the birth of CultureSon‘s son will be followed close upon by the wedding of CultureDaughter. So the likelihood that this first-time grandmother/mother-of-the-bride will be doing much (if any) blogging or tweeting in the next couple of weeks is slim to nil.
As you may remember, I was anticipating CultureDaughter’s wedding in this post, saying said that it was to be followed by another “Big Event,” which I (superstitiously) didn’t identify—my grandson’s birth. Little did I know that the expected order of things would be reversed.
As the cosmic joke goes: “If you want to make God laugh, tell him you’ve made plans.” Who knew, when we all got together for a celebratory Mother’s Day brunch at the plush Chez Josephine on Sunday, that we’d be reconvening the very next day in the maternity recovery room, enthralled by a new member of our family?