Dear internets,

I suppose it’s time I let you know… I’m going to have a baby, come next spring.


* Not too sick, but lots of stomachaches in the evenings in the first three months. It’s kinda better now.

* Yes, we’ll probably find out the sex.

* May 14th.

So, well… now you know.


We got married on October 25th, 2009.


“our wedding minister’s blog entry about our wedding.”:

“our photographer’s blog entry about our wedding.”:

Katherine Mary MacDonald Rosberry, 1918 – 2009

Katherine Mary MacDonald Rosberry, 90, died on July 31, 2009 in Adamstown, MD. She was born December 16, 1918 in Boston, MA, the daughter of Effie MacLeod MacDonald and Robert James MacDonald.

Kay earned a degree in home economics from Simmons College in Boston and worked until her marriage advising young mothers on nutrition. Thereafter, she put her knowledge into practice raising four healthy children on home grown fruits and vegetables. She also volunteered to teach young mothers how to sew clothing and curtains and how to prepare thrifty meals.

Kay loved her flower gardens, wild birds, and road trips up and down the East coast. She and Fred visited friends and family from Florida to Nova Scotia.

Until her move to Buckingham

on the family grapevine

the family grapevine is carried over the telephone wires.

now that my mom has moved away, she calls to chat every few weeks. we never did that before.

i’m now on the family grapevine, for reals.

i can tell you what’s happening with everyone. some of it is pretty amazing. some of it is pretty sad.

i can tell you… but i’m not going to. because, you know. it’s family stuff.


J and I got engaged a month ago.

The ring

I’ve been meaning to tell you all.

First, I had to tell certain people in person.

Then I was very busy.

Now I am telling you.

There’s no date, no plan. We’re discussing possible locations, but nothing has been decided.

He’s actively seeking a job in this area. Know of a position in IT auditing? Please let us know.

The beautiful ring? J designed it, and then he carved the wax it was cast from. I will let him tell you more. It’s amazing. So is he.

Logging out and getting on

In 1982, my mom landed this awesome job with a local software company. She was working on an English degree at the local state university, and as part of her technical writing course she had to interview someone working in the field.

Somehow it was that she wound up interviewing a woman named Alice who worked at this local software company. Once she was done interviewing Alice, Alice then started interviewing my mom– for a job. Which she gave her.

So my mom has worked there for 26 years. In 1985 or so, she arranged for me to have a summer job there. I went on to have one or two more summer jobs at this company, then wound up being hired full time in January of 1990.

So for the last 18 years, I’ve worked full time at the same place, and my mom has always been there, too. We almost never interacted professionally, but we had conversations online and saw each other from time to time. When I wound up in the company health care center with a broken arm, and couldn’t raise any of my co-workers on the phone, I called my mom and she was there.

This morning I pulled into the parking lot of a building I don’t normally visit. I had to go into a meeting of colleagues from around the globe and stand up in front of them and be introduced. As I was parking, my iPod tossed up the following song lyric:

“…no one knows you better…”

and I burst into tears. Then I pulled it together, drank my coffee, stood up in front of those people and did my bit.

4:30pm was her retirement party. As I hoped, it was a jolly affair. People were happy to see each other, some who had not seen my brother Daniel since he was a baby. Everyone was there and it was a nice time.

After it all dispersed, I helped mom clear out some things from her office. “You’re about to watch me log off for the last time!” she said, dramatically. “Do you think I should set an Out Of Office message?” I provided some amusing ideas for what the message should say. “I’m out of the office and won’t be checking my mail. EVER.”

Me, mom and Wayne went to the fancypants hotel on campus for a drink. It was nice. It was just like always. I think it is easier for me than for some of her co-workers who have known her since the beginning. I know I’ll be seeing her regularly. They don’t know when they’ll see her again.

So there it is. After almost two decades, my mom won’t be there at work. And eventually, after she moves to the beach, she won’t be in town, either. As Wayne said, “Logging out, and getting on!”

The Graduate

I woke up at 5am (an hour earlier than I intended).

We arrived on campus at 8am, too late to get good seats.

We left at 1:30pm after hearing the names of over a thousand people read out loud, plus two prayers, an amusing speech by New York Times columnist David Brooks, and assorted other information.

thumbs up!

“Well, mom,” I said, “You’ve finally produced a college graduate.”

Click the thumbs up photo to see more pictures.

dry and ready

that doesn’t only describe a dredel, but also the spacepod, who remained dry inside during today’s inhospitable downpour. that may be one of the best christmas presents i could have given myself. a dry and ready spacepod.

i’m home now, pending round 2 of today’s cat care duties, watching “a local”: hand “cat cora’s ass”:,2495,FOOD_20476_3638760,00.html to her on a plate. since i can’t stand cat cora anyway, this makes me happy. perhaps the next time j is in town, i will take him to the angus barn.

i received many nice things, including a new santoku knife. dan seemed to be quite fascinated with his new ipod, which mom and i went in on together. i have to admit that the starflucks card that the boys gave me is actually one of my favorite presents.

dinner was fabulous although i’ll admit to a little guilty disappointment that neither ham nor macaroni and cheese were involved. in fact, i believe i will make these things for myself in the next few days since i was hoping to eat them today. the standing rib roast was some of the best beef i’ve ever eaten, however.

upon arrival at gran’s we encountered my stepbrother who left quickly after we arrived. he was still in scrubs and was no doubt not lying when he claimed to be tired from working all day, but i’m pretty sure he also didn’t want to deal with the whole lot of us. oh well; it was good to see him, however briefly.

i helped mom cast on a scarf while we had a nice visit with gran who is still pretty damn sharp at 97, although physically quite miserable.

throughout the day as i drove here and there i listened to “sarah’s annual divaville xmas show”: which was one of the highlights of the day.


there’s a lot to be said for having family in town.

“i don’t have to travel.”:

in fact, due to spacepod’s sudden decision to go to lonnie’s auto spa for the holiday, i got curbside pickup and drop off from various family members. i didn’t even have to drive to get to dinner.

i get to watch the bond-a-thon in my own living room, with a nice fire, instead of in “the cave” with my brothers down in the basement.

i don’t have to cook (much) or do dishes.


my mom is awesome, episode #512

mom: here, do you want to pick the wine? (hands me the wine list)

me: i probably shouldn’t have any wine.

mom: why?

me: because i’m trying to lose weight.

mom: well, i think that you should ALWAYS have wine.


in other family news, one of my brothers “kind of actually” has a girlfriend and wants the ‘rents to meet her. aww.