Time to see Dad. Assuming the TSA sorta did their job back on Saturday 1/19 (don't get me started on this shutdown crap-a-roni) - I should have boarded a plane and flown to Philly. My sister would have picked me up at the airport and then driven to Dad's in the suburbs. Fingers crossed that the weather cooperated. Even more, I hope we get to Pudgies for a Philly cheesesteak sandwich - the best around.
By Sunday 1/20 - snow-maggedon might have occurred. This picture is from several years ago - my sister took it on her balcony. Fear not folks. I shall be indoors at my dad's and toasty warm. He's a little hot house flower these days and keeps his heat cranked. And supposedly my brother hired a guy for the season to plow my dad's driveway.
Traveling in January is a serious crap shoot, but I didn't get back east at end of last year, so it was time. Time for some laughs with dad. Time to just sit at the old kitchen table and watch dad shuffle papers. Time to watch dad snooze in his recliner (hint - always make sure you have control of the remote)
Hope you are having a good Wednesday. I am. I'm not working!!!
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.