Rose's Cantina

Embed from Getty Images I love going to the Ottawa Hospital. It's like going to Cheers! where everybody knows your name. If you get lost, a nice volunteer or even a doctor, will actually walk you to your destination. If you lose your parking ticket, you merely have to summon a nice young man who will help you out. It's not the same at the Ottawa Civic, where I went with Jennette today, not the same at all. First of all, you can't find parking. Second, they tell you to follow the blue dots and they're actually purple. And nobody helps you. Not even the volunteers who seem to scatter when someone shoots them a quizzical look. I've actually been flummoxed going there and often thought of calling an ambulance and paying the $45 fee, or hitching a ride on the orange helicopter. I'd probably be sent to jail for mischief, but hey! it isn't against the law to fantasize. Sometimes you just have to go to the Civic, and there's no getting out of...

What a wonderful baby Wheels is. She broke Shyla's water this morning two minutes before Nick's shift ended at Walmart. It was 7 a.m.; a civilized time. On Scott's day off. An ambulance was dispatched. They asked us for towels and a shoe lace -- just in case. Question: don't you think the paramedics should come equipped with their own shoe laces? Also, how come we didn't have to boil water? These are questions that will keep me up at night. We drove behind the ambulance and found free parking. It's a Sunday! We left Shyla and Nick so we could come home and do Nick's laundry because he'd left it until the last minute. He also forgot the video camera I'd bought him just for this occasions. So there will be stills only. Some things never change. Breakfast, laundry, making a nice dinner for the family. Awaiting the news. God, it's great being a grandparent. Bragging rights with no heavy lifting.