[Still getting used to the trackpad...]

I'm never very good with a trackpad. That's one of the big reasons I got a ThinkPad, I love the nub.

Apparently the Chromebook gives you 2 posts for the price of one!

(I kid! My Dad asked for a Chromebook for his last birthday, so that's what the kids got him. I thought he was crazy for not wanting a tablet instead, but he really loves it.)

I've had a Chromebook for over a year now, and I think it's great. Trackpad is a pain though.

I like tablets a lot for some things, but it really doesn't replace a laptop for me. When it comes time to create content instead of consuming it, I always reach for the laptop instead.

Put a keyboard on a tablet, and I don't have a problem creating content on it--I cannot work out why I'd want a netbook or Chromebook over an Asus Transformer. They're quite similar.

Consuela - that's the takeaway I got from the story too. Although, I'm very happy he found his pup again.

Put a keyboard on a tablet

That's what annoys me, though - the keyboard is a separate piece I have to carry around and keep track of.

Do you HAVE to use the trackpad on the Chromebook, or can you put a mouse on it? (Yes, I know... the mouse is a separate piece.)

Am I right that you can't save anything to the Chromebook? You have to save everything to Google Docs or the Cloud (neither of which I've ever used before)?

I hate trackpads, and that's with using one everyday on my Mac Air, so it's not just 'an occasional thing that if I'd give it only a little chance I'd get used to it.' Whatever brain/hand-eye-coordination thingie you need to like one of those, I don't have it.

I like tablets a lot for some things, but it really doesn't replace a laptop for me.

Yeah, but my Dad also has a regular laptop. I tried to sell him on a Windows or Android tablet but he really wanted a keyboard.

My dog, my family are so difficult to deal with. My mom, dad and my sister are in town b/c my dad has a medical appointment. My mom has dementia, and my dad has a really bad hip and can't walk that far.

Last night my parents got lost in their hotel. They came downstairs to see me off, even though I told them it wasn't necessary, and in the five minutes they were out of it, they forgot what their room number was. I was home before the got back to their room.

The place of my dad's medical appointment is a block away from my work. I am around it a lot since it also has the closest Starbuck's and a pharmacy. It's on a super busy intersection with not a lot of parking and two busy bus stops. I called my dad and offered to go there and meet them and help getting my mom and dad into the building, while my sister found a place to park. My dad said sure. I made arrangements with my boss to leave.

My sister calls me back, gets huffy because I warned her that it's going to be bad weather tonight for their drive back. Then hems and haws about when I should meet them to help get my dad to his appointment, and finally tells me she doesn't want my help. I don't know why I bother sometimes.