And then there was this (from Mom to Dad):
I was checking the ‘69 calendar. It seems I’m a bit overdue for the World series. Only 4 days since I should have had one if I were still on the pills. I’m saying that my system is used to being off of the pills, I feel symptoms of a “series” - it’s just a matter of waiting for it to show up. Wouldn’t it be too much if? That we don’t need at a time like this. I’ll keep you posted.
If you only had to read that once, then good for you. I had to read it 3 or 4 times, so very confused and all the while figuring the math and think that the World Series would have been well over by the time this letter was written on November 16. But then it dawned on me. Yes, it would have been too much, and definitely not what they needed. Spoiler alert: she wasn't pregnant.
But it's just one of those things I'd love to ask her. What was that like? What was it like to be sitting there for 4 days, thinking that you could possibly be pregnant, your husband a million miles away and the future so uncertain. At a time when minutes probably dragged by already, they must have become glacial.
In other, more modern news, kitchen construction is underway here in the EFPN (Eventually Fashionable Petworth Neighborhood).
|The first two pics are from when we first moved in. Just for reference.|
|I didn't get my act together to snap any photos this morning.|
|Just a little different.|
|There's no going back now.|