My Hair Is Blond, Naturally

While out perusing garage sales this morning, I ran into an acquain- tance. I know her from the local preschool and she is also a pedia- trician here in town. She was out enjoying the sales too and we stopped to chat for a minute. "How is the baby?" she inquired. My mind did a little spin while I tried to determine how she would have known about the whole thing, but we live in a small town and news travels fast sometimes.

I told her the story and said he was looking much better now. The meningitis is gone, he'll still be in for a total of 14 days, and several other little things I can't remember. She listened and mentioned that she had kind of gotten the information "through the grape vine". Unlike my usual manner of not being a question asker, I asked which grape vine. "I got the transfer orders when they were moved to Strong," she said. My slow little brain continued to try and process what she was saying, but the lack of sleep and abundance of excitement this week prevented me putting the pieces together. She went on down the road one way, and I continued my treasure hunt in the opposite direction.

It wasn't until later when I had been home for a bit that I recalled Bethany switching Joshua's doctor this past winter and realized the baby would also be a patient in that group of pediatricians, the same group my friend was part of. When I talked to Bethany this afternoon I found myself feeling rather silly because this woman is the baby's pediatrician, which is precisely why she had a copy of the transfer order. (Does anyone else ever look in the mirror and say "duh!"?)

While wandering the sales, I found a cute book for Beth and her new little darling. It seems just yesterday she and her friends were singing this old song just for the fun of it. I thought she might enjoy singing it to her baby too, although I'm not sure about the "feather in my arms" part.