I'm typing this on my new MacBook Air. It isn't really new, just new to me. My 2011 MacBook Pro had taken to shutting itself off whenever the move struck its fancy. Odd thing - it never struck mine. Sometimes it would restart on its own and sometimes I'd have to press and hold the power button until...I never figured out what the critical factor was that brought it back to life.
So this morning we went to the authorized Apple store in Springfield and I bought a certified used MacBook Air. It's got a smaller screen, but that's OK; I'll adjust. What's driving me crazy is getting it set up the way the old laptop was. I can't seem to get all those little settings back that we grow so accustomed to.
The important thing: I got all my data saved to two thumb drives early this morning just in case it turned off and wouldn't come back on. When I bought this I got a fancy cable of some sort that allowed me to transfer all the files directly. At least I think that's what happened. I won't know for sure until I go looking for something and it's not there. In that case I'll turn to the thumb drives.
This afternoon I talked with Nathan, my primary contact in Eastport. Plans are coming together and it looks like I may be doing some evening sessions in addition to Sunday mornings. I like that. I want to be busy, fully employed in their (and his) service. Besides, I do better with plenty to do; idleness drives me crazy.
I miss Keith Jackson. It dawned on me this morning that's why I'm having trouble watching more than an hour or so of Olympics at a time. The announcers are all so amped up, so intense, so hyper. Keith and his cohorts were into it without always talking like it was the last five seconds of the most important game of the century. In the middle of an event that takes two hours.
Even curling, for Pete's sake.
Some days I think more about dad than others and the last two have been more days.
On my run yesterday and again today I thanked God for calling dad home. It was a good and gracious thing to do. He's never been happier and he's all back.
The last time I saw him was outside mom's hospital room. Mark got him out of the rehab unit (broken hip) for a few hours so he could go see his "sweetie" on her birthday. We'd all been in her room together but the six of us went out into the hall so they could have some time together before dad had to go back to rehab.
When he came out of mom's room in the wheelchair he was using I kneeled down to say goodbye because we were leaving very early the next morning and I wouldn't see him before we left.
He said, "I realized today I'm never going to walk again."
In retrospect I think he meant he'd finally and reluctantly accepted the days of using his walker were over. From here on it would be only his electric cart or a wheelchair.
About 16 hours later he had what we think was a massive heart attack and died almost instantly.
He was wrong. He walked again. He's still walking.
T'ank you, Fadder
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