Posted 3:24 AM by sport

Oy... last night's entry should indicate how tired and all-around non compos mentis I am...

First off: "2 years ago while recuperating from a broken hip, I had to break the news..."
Dad had the broken hip, not me.

And the whiskey is "Jameson" not "Jamison." I write this in shame. Irishmen should mind their grammar and their booze; it's our twin birthright.

Which, of course,brings me to the important stuff. Miles improves steadily. Lily had a downturn, then an upswing and now she's "on the quo," as they say ...uh... nowhere. I am far less acquainted with Dadhood than I am with words and whiskey, but I think I'm gonna like this. A LOT. When Lily gets obstreperous I softly sing "Hi Lili Hi Lo" and she chills right out. Miles doesn't seem to get obstreperous. (I tried to provoke him a bit and he snarled "whaddya think, I was born yesterday?") I have not yet tried singing the Who double header of "Pictures of Lily" / "I Can See for Miles," but as for now, the Kids are all right. All the Syd Barrett they've recently been hearing me play has not seemed to have any ill effect. Shelley has bonded with both of them like gangbusters.
The hospital staff is incredible. Nobody has pissed me off yet at all.
Both babies have long, elegant fingers. Too early to say which instruments, but I'm hoping for a bassoon at least.

Calls and emails have begun to dribble in. Thanks, friends. It is wonderful to talk to yez now that something GOOD has happened here and I ain't just pouring whines. I'll begin the long task of responding to all the accumulated email messages. We want to get more regularly involved with many of you so that these kids can enjoy the abundance of "Aunts" 'Uncles" and "Cousins" that I had in Holy Brooklyn. I wanna write songs and make comics and have parties and laugh a lot. Hearing Lily for the first time reawakened my soul. I can FEEL Pete in Miles. Holy shit.

Shelley is doing fine herself, and should soon be home to heal in anticipation of the babies' eventual deliverance from preemiedom. The baby shower that Shelley's condition forbade will have to be retooled into a "meet the kinder" bash once all is settled down. You can buy us stuff, sure... thanks for asking.

I am fucking wobbly. Good night. Tomorrow is a big day... lots of family converging on Stony Brook for a peek at the dynamic duo.
Wheeeeee!