Well, yesterday was just an incredible day. Or days depending on how you look at it.

Friday night I watched a Powell & Pressburger film, Stairway to Heaven, as it was released here, although the original title which appears in the credits is A Matter of Life and Death. Kinda surprised that AFI asked us ti watch this hard-to-find flick over other, more well-known picture such as The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp or Black Narcissus. The flick I saw was very enjoyable, clever, but a little lightweight.

Spent the rest of a late night cleaning some dishes for our yard sale. G came home around 2 am after a night out with her friends. We hit the hay around 2:30 and at about 2:40 my friend Jimbo called to let me know our good friend Michael Butz's baby was on the way -- a slightly alarming 5 weeks early. Jimbo, his fiancee Venus and I headed down to the hospital, brought Michael and his wife Gabi some food, a video camera, etc. We kept Michael company for a while and helped calm him down.

The hours passed by. Jimbo and I napped a little on the floor of the waiting room. G and some other friends came by later in the morning. Then at 11:02 -- exactly the time I had predicted in our pool -- little Micro Butz was born. That;s not his official name -- that's not been decided yet. He is very very small but healthy -- he was having some breathing problems for a little bit but he has stabilized. Because he is premature he will be in the ICU for a few days. We visited him today. Mama and Papa are doing great, and the little guy is soooo teeny tiny, only 5 1/4 pounds. So soft and fragile-seeming. It must be killing them not to be able to hold him much. They say he will be out soon though. Altogether a wonderful thing and even though it meant the baby came early we were so glad to be able to be here for our friends.

Of course, this meant our yard sale was completely kaput. Ditto our farewell get-together at the local pub as everyone we knew was pretty much exhausted. But, for the best, surely.

Got back to the house yesterday around 3 pm and slept, slept, slept. I was thoroughly exhausted. G and I got up around 7, went to the pub for supper, and were briefly joined by 2 friends. Went to sleep around 1:30 last night, up for breakfast at Wishbone today and then off to visit the Butz family at the hospital to wish Michael a happy Father's Day. All are well, The baby is getting stronger and we're so happy for them.

We now return to our regularly scheduled packing of all out stuff.