Moot Thoughts & Musings

home. 9 pm. 90 degress F. 75% humidity. Lovin' it! (Especially when I come into my air conditioned apt).

I had an uineventful trip, thankfully. The second flight is a bit rough on belly body...both going and comeing. It's not nice sitting like that for hours on end. I bought a book in the Baltimore airport (from where I left), and I read the whole thing on the flight to Chicago. I didn't even skim or skip. See, that's why I just don't read fiction much. It was a great book, though--Curious Incident of a Dog at NIght or something like that. A sort of coming of age story of a 15 yr old kid with autism, told in the first person. It was really excellent.

I wore my brain out, so didn't feel like reading anything else after that. People were nice in Chicago. Ladies let me skip ahead of the line in the restroom. I didn't ask, but must've been wearing the desperation on my face. :-) I didn't have a long layover, got on the plane quickly, and once we got going ate the bit of supper I had bought and wrote a letter to my grandma.

My dad and I had a nice trip down to Baltmore. I was born there. There's a lot of family roots down there. We used to go visit my great-grandmother every weekend or so. Dad and I drove down Rt 1, the familiar road. I remember certain chunks of it so clearly. We drove by Grandmom's old place. It's so cute now, with new owners loving the old design and sprucing it up, giving polish to an old faithful shoe. Great-great-aunt Florence's house next-door, though, has been torn down, and suburbanite bit of pressboard (probably owned by a distant cousin) has taken its place. Dad and I stopped at the Fisherman's Wharf, the old favorite seafood grocery, and got crabcake sandwiches for lunch. So yummy.

And now I'm home. Gotta finish packing this week. For me, this means finishing the desk and dealing with the scariness of under-the-bed storage before tackling the kitchen.

Elvis is cool. He's jiving and squirming