Things never seem to be "normal" in my home. When I finished my IronMan and everybody asked "so, what's next?", I had to make up a variety of silly answers:
- "The IronMan was my turn; now it's your turn to do something!"
- "I'm going to be Department Chair."
(This last one is funny for academics, who think of being department chair as some kind of penal servitude).
But now I have a better answer. What's next? I'm going to be a grandma! K-daughter tells me that my grandchild is due to arrive sometime in March, right around the time of my 49th birthday.
There is so much more to say. More like, K-daughter has moved out of our home and in with her boyfriend. More like, telling me was apparently the scariest part of the pregnancy so far. More like, progress toward the college degree is highly non-linear, and likely to be more so.
But for now, I'll just publicly say I'm looking forward to being Miser Nana. My first grandchild is on the way.