Random thoughts on a happy milestone

So here I am, sitting in my daughter's house checking e-mail when her cat Franklin starts to eat the packing tape. Yes, you read that right. Franklin eats tape. Julia and Mike warned me that he would if I left it out. He's a crazy cat. Sometimes he doesn't like me and hisses at me. When he does that the other cat, Winston, comes to my defense. Yay Winston!

So why am I at Julia's house with packing tape? Because I'm helping her pack. Julia and Mike have bought a house on the other side of town and since they are both working, I'm helping pack. This is very fun, especially since the main reason they have joined the ranks of the mortgage-encumbered is because they are expecting my first grandchild. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway) I am VERY EXCITED.

I've had this news for a while (since Mother's Day weekend, in fact) but I didn't want to talk about it too soon. But they've heard the heartbeat now and so I feel there is an official baby to talk about. So I'm talking. It somehow seems fitting that in my 50th year (though by the time the baby comes I'll have passed my birthday) I should be anticipating grandmotherhood. So far, everyone I know who is a grandparent says it's wonderful. I have yet to have anyone tell me that being a grandparent is not all it's cracked up to be. So that's good -- not that I was worried or anything.

I guess I should get back to work before Franklin eats all the tape.