Welcome to the 404.
I’m at Gate C16, Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. The alarm at the nearby emergency exit is wailing. If it’s supposed to be loud enough that it can’t be disregarded, mission accomplished. Painful!
My return to Irvine has begun. I left my folks condo five hours ago. I won’t be home before five or six Pacific time. So, thirteen to fourteen hours door-to-door.
It’s a long trip, but not terrible. The ability to easily (and reasonably) move thousands of miles in a day is a very recent occurrence in human history. I’m happy to take advantage.
The alarm was just silenced.
I flew here from Fort Lauderdale in a middle seat, a consequence of changing my reservation the day before the flight. Flying nonstop was prohibitively expensive.
Why does it cost less to change planes, a process more costly to the airlines? I wish I knew, though the answer is probably, “Because we can.”
I slept most of the way, interrupted a few times as my head flopped to the side and pain briefly woke me. Airplane sleep isn’t as refreshing as bed sleep, but it is beneficial and the flight goes faster.
The young woman next to me never turned off her phone. When the flight attendant asked her to shut it down, she removed the one earplug visible from the aisle and threw the phone in a pocket. Sneaky.
We did not crash.
I’ll take a window seat on this next flight. With an “A” boarding pass, it’s guaranteed.
Back in Florida, my dad will be transferred to a rehab facility today. It will be a valuable stay.
He (proudly) walked to the bathroom yesterday. Big accomplishment. It also makes it clear he can become strong enough to help my mom and be more responsible for his own well being and hers.
His sciatica pain has diminished, though he still lets out a yelp every once on a while. With physical therapy he might be able to dial back the pain even more.
His intake of pain pills is down. He’s thinking more clearly. He’s the master of his own fate. With that comes optimism. That’s a huge advantage moving forward.
My mom’s situation is more difficult. Maintaining her status quo as long as possible is the best we can expect. With a walker, wheelchair and lots of physical assistance she’ll get by.
This probably won’t be my last visit before we’re able to reposition them to an assisted living facility near my sister in Milwaukee. Their bonus is three grandchildren and two great grandchildren close by. Living on their own in Florida is no longer a safe option.
This entry has rambled a bit. I hope you’ll excuse me. Lots to think about. Lots to do.
Back in my bed tonight. Back in SoCal. Back with Helaine.