I Did It

Just The Echos Are Left  

Just one more trip, and I have a flat tire. Well, not completely flat, just a low-tire warning as I got on I-95. Can I just ignore it? Yes. No. Yes. No, that's crazy. What if it goes flat before I get to Fort Lauderdale, and I have to sit on the roadside waiting for AAA? Sigh.

I didn't want to take the exit to Miami Beach or the one to the airport. Next one is Martin Luther King Avenue. Fine. Rats, a residential neighborhood with no gas stations at the exit ramps. Fortunately, there is a convenience store on the north side with an air/vacuum machine out front. I inflated the low tire (found the screw embedded in the middle of the tread) and drove on.

Before going to the tire store, I took another load to storage and retrieved 2 cases of wine glasses (one of which my son will use when he completes the rack he is building; the other he can pass along) and 2 boxes of champagne flutes that I'm donating to Poverello House Thrift Shop. Back home, I loaded the rest of the donation items, a chlorine container, the internet connectors, and 4 boxes that are just too big for our recycling. Two of the boxes were from bikes we bought 15 years ago and stored in our garage since then. For what, exactly?

Off to the pool store, back home to throw the chlorine in the pool. Then stopped by my friend's house to drop off the boxes for her recycling bin and on to the tire store. While they fix my tire, I carried the internet connectors to UPS which will ship them back to ATT since we have cable at the apartment. My friend picked me up, and back at her house, we decided it was too hot to cut up cardboard boxes. Dear friend will do them in the cool of the morning.

A nice break chatting while we wait for the tire store to call. I hadn't entered these 2 hours in my schedule, but a treasure to sit with my longest  (we don’t say oldest) friend in Fort Lauderdale. I haven't discovered how I will cope with the loss of being close. 

Tire fixed, I made the thrift store drop-off, then back to the house, picked up the chlorine bottles and 2 car carriers we had and returned them to the pool store. I just wanted them gone. Owner insisted on returning our deposit made at least 20 years ago. I'll recommend them to the new house owner.

It was time for the final, final, final packing of the car. And I did it. Like a 3-dimensional jigsaw puzzle, I got it all in and left a place Grant could tuck in the kitchen shelf package we'd had sent to his office. At 5:30, I headed south.

Flamingos Are Ready For The Move