Home Again, Home Again.

Dunno ‘bout you but all the pilots I’ve ever seen have been tall, fit, crisply besuited, tastefully greying men who look like their egos might very easily be larger than Andre the Giant on extra special mega-steroids. Female pilots? Never. Well, boyhowdy, I had a first on this flight—yes, the captain of ‘this is the captain speaking’ fame was a woman. Awesome!  

This trip was the first where I toted, geekily, both iPad and laptop. Why bring the laptop when I've got an iPad? Blogging on the iPad blows major hellhound chunks. It can be done BUT it's très limiting. Also, my laptop has the Adobe Suite on it so I can work while on the road. I'm a freelancer—I work when I can.  

My iPad's aging and not gracefully. It's not the young, strong, smooth thing of yore but then, who is. None of the extra apps work anymore, screens grow large and shrink small without warning, I get bounced back to previous ones all of a sudden and my keyboard attachment croaked. The tablet’s either near death or there’s a ghost in the machine.

So why bring it along? I can connect to the intertubes without WiFi on the iPad. Boston and Pittsburgh airports claim to offer free WiFi but I think that those are solid works of fiction. That and I never know when the dodgy but occasionally useful voice to text app’s gonna come in handy.

Almost to the airport and then HOME

Pop, in his Kool Aid T, explaining something serious to Jen

I’ll have both with me again on my next trip, coming up shortly (a few days in Montreal with Jen). There MUST be a better way.

And now we are home again, home again jiggity jig.

The Amazing Bob, Rocco and Coco survived just fine without me *sniff* which is a good thing. They're happy I'm back though. Everyone needed pats, treats and naps. OK TAB was down with kisses, hugs and treats but he ixnayed the nappage. It's good to be home.

I’d truly love for Daddy to move to a joint up here in Quincy. I feel I'm being selfish. He has a fan base where he is now—friends. He'd have to start all over again—always hard to do but, certainly, more challenging at 79 than at 29. But BUT, if he was here versus a flight (relatively short but still) and a long drive (TWO hours!) away, Celeste and I could see him every week—daily even. Helen and the girls could see him every month. Jen, TAB and Oni could see him every week. He'd have chess partners and challenging convo ALL the damn time!

Add to this, the health care in the Boston area is light years beyond the quality of care available in Indiana, Pennsylvania. Hells, I'm convinced that the Indiana docs use leeches to treat cancer, emphysema and chronic heart failure. Anything beyond a hangnail and you better head into Pittsburgh, 70 miles away. Can’t diagnose yourself to know whether you’re beyond the Indiana area doctor’s skills? So sorry, you’re shit outta luck.

I’m gonna start researching options. Ultimately where he lives is his choice not mine. *sigh*