Six of one, half dozen of the other

This morning, I woke up, painted a wall, sawed up some more fence pieces and cleaned up for a trip to Richardson.  I was there around lunchtime, and I got a chance to sit around and shoot the bull with Jeff.  Jack was in the room the whole time, and Alex joined us after a while.  Andrew even emerged in time.  It was good to have the whole bunch together.

After we hung around and ate a little, Jeff wanted to visit our cousin Holly and her three one-month-old babies.  We headed over there for a while.  Jeff had a unique conversation with Holly, since they are both parents of multiples.  Jeff started talking about how terrified he was when he found out he and Kitty were having twins.  Holly said she was pretty scared when she found out there would be three.  I checked out the new minivan.  I had to leave early to meet Danny at my house, but the guys stuck around.  Jeff's three kids got to hold Holly's three kids.  Too cute, if you ask me:

Six kids.  Three of my brother's kids; three of my cousin's kids.  It's probably due in part to the fact that Jeff's kids are so big, but the babies look really small.  Also, the triplets showed up a little early, but still, Jeff's teenagers are pretty big dudes.  

Traffic from Holly's house to mine was a nightmare.  There was a signal light out on a very busy thoroughfare on the way, so the drive took an hour.  Danny was at my house when I was still stuck about 30 minutes away.  I called him to tell him he should head on home, and the thing I needed help with could wait.  He offered to take the pile of firewood (cut up fence pieces) away to his friend's backyard fire pit, since he was there anyhow.  It was a very big help, since I really don't know how to get rid of stuff that the city won't pick up.  Still, I felt bad that I couldn't make it in time.  The access lane back on to the highway kept Danny waiting for an excessive time.  I felt bad about it.  I called him to thank him again and apologize for pulling him away from his commute and sticking him in this wicked traffic.  That's when he said his air conditioner seemed to be going out.  Crap.  Now, I am a really terrible person.  I tacked a ton of time on to his drive home, and his air conditioner went all wonky on the hottest day of the year so far. Double crap.  All in the effort to help his sister, who couldn't even be at the house.  I suck.

When I did get home, I sat down to write Alejandro an email.  I wanted to tell him where I am with fixing my place up for sale.  I have made the executive decision to take time this week for family stuff.  I want to see my people while they're visiting, even though I should probably be painting and cleaning.  That can wait.  How often do I get both brothers and a whole load of aunts and uncles around?  So, that's the plan.  We close on the house tomorrow.  I have a U-Haul Wednesday morning.  I will probably be able to sleep in my own bed in my new house Wednesday night.  Hooray!  Now, I just have to get all of my furniture ready...