Boston

 It is one of those cities I have found myself in over the years. Visited here when I was in college, visited with fellow officers when I was in Newport RI at Surface Warfare School. Visited an old girlfriend when I was at Prototype. Came here some times on business, because as we used to say, we could only sell something if we got on a plane to the east coast (as opposed to the Silicon Valley, where we resided). When it came time for Charlotte to go to college, she found Suffolk and then Leslie, and so spent her undergrad years here. I dropped her off and visited a few times. Then she came home for a while and then back for grad school.

So with a minor procedure in the works for her, I came out for the week to visit and help out. Yesterday she took me on the ghost tour bar hop that is her side gig, and I learned a lot about the haunted history of Boston. It was fun, even more so in that I could spend time with her. And like so many times in my life, here I sit in a coffee shop in a city with my own good company. In this case, waiting for her to be done, because with COVID I cannot really go up. The Dr. will call and I will go pick her up. Well, it is better than being masked in a waiting room. 

It is raining lightly and it is cold, very early December for the east coast. Yesterday was just cloudy and cold, the city decked in Christmas lights as we strolled round the sights and sounds of Beantown. This is my second surgery vacation, October was my mom’s eye surgery. I suspect this is one of the patterns of this stage of life, helping your young and single adult kids who still need family and your elderly parents, who are at the point where help becomes necessary. We are at the point where we are most able from a resource standpoint and still very hale. Not complaining, and very blessed, all of my family’s ailments are manageable 

My son and his family are moving to New Hampshire. Lots of reasons, all of them good. Seems the clan is migrating east. He landed a great house and a great job. Not surprising, really. CA is no longer the golden state, costs and crime and dysfunctional government, taxes and drought and fires, and a political class that really only cares for itself and cynical woke platitudes. As a point in fact, there is no human poop on the streets of Boston. 

Behind me is an interview in progress, something around brain tumors and a Prof and a kid. This coffee shop is medical central. The prof. Just shut this girl down, seems girl wants to study brain tumors and she is out of tumors and into nerves? I am glad to no longer be in that kind of entry process. Ugh.

Also, this prof is LOUD. I can clearly hear everything. We need to get her a Portable cone of silence.

Then again, this is interesting. In the past six months I have been experiencing intermittent pins and needles in my right hand and lower arm. I ignored it for a while, blaming some unknown trauma, but it may be time to have it checked out. I guess is it is a pinched nerve or some repetition damage from flying, well actually gripping the stick too hard. 

Not much else to report. The new drama in pandemic land is omicron, which seems to possibly be an example of overreaction and media “if it bleeds it leads” thinking. What is lost in the panic and noise is the statement by the South African Doctor who reported on this. She says it is new, but so far mild, and does not understand the panic reaction. I suspect we will see. Politics is a never ending goat rodeo, thanks to too many lunatics running the asylum. Trump may be nuts, but Biden is a perfect blend of arrogance, ignorance and incompetence as one can find. I cannot bring myself to comment on it, just as one never comments on a turd in a bowel.