"My Heart’s Tonight in Texas"
Well, our good friends Jen Larson and Terry McGill recorded this for us a while back, and unfortunately we’ve misplaced the tiny SD card the file was on. This is a just a placeholder till we find it. Let me assure you, Jen and Terry’s version is pretty awesome and we profusely apologize to them for vacuuming up the card or whatever we did with it.
We’re expecting kiddo #2 to arrive on Thursday, so that’s been occupying our thoughts lo these nine months…we took the hospital tour yesterday and I have to say it’s one of the few moments in my adult life that I’ve had second thoughts about settling in New York. The shared rooms are adequate for two patients only if both of you are the size of tongue depressors. (For an extra $200/night you can have a private room, which gives you about as much space to ramble as an MRI machine). The decor was an interesting shade of pink-mauve-brown flowered wallpaper that made me think of airport hotel we stayed in once in Jacksonville, a Clarion in which the “L” had fallen off the sign, so we nicknamed it the Carrion. The wallpaper made me think, well, I guess it’s easier to sponge blood off things that are already kind of bodily-fluid-colored. Plus—and this is a bummer—when you take the tour, they hand you a menu for “enhanced” food options: For an extra $115 a day, you can eat food that looks merely good instead of the free food that I’m afraid I don’t even know what it’s going to be. I mean, how bad is the free food that you would even consider $115/day? Also, the view—the view was of the HVAC system. Maybe they will try to upsell us to a view of a burned-out Honda Civic.
So I guess I’m a little apprehensive. We had a brief emergency trip to the maternity ward at a hospital in Delaware this summer and i was SO IMPRESSED with how nice and spacious and calm the hospital was, and how they still had my records on file from a visit I made to the ER in 1992. Delaware, man. It reminds me a little of Holland—small, efficient, easy to navigate. I mean, I don’t know how funky Delaware is, David Bromberg aside, and I wouldn’t say the citizens are especially hilarious—again, a little like Holland—but if you want your medical records accessible and to get though the DMV in six minutes flat, Delaware’s your man. It is administratively on the ball. The nurse on our hospital tour yesterday kept emitting these rueful little chuckles, like “The L and D doors don’t really open all that easily…we actually had a situation”—rueful chuckle— “where a woman was in labor and couldn’t get in the door”—rueful chuckle— “heh, yeah, that was a bad scene.”
So, friends, wish us luck. My heart’s tonight in Delaware.