WE’RE STILL HERE—MORE OR LESS. We had to abandon the condo we’d been in since April, but only to move to the next building. It’s the same layout with different furnishings—a step up in some ways and down in others—but we beggars can’t be choosers.
Same Church—Different Pew
One day is pretty much like another with physical therapy on Monday and Wednesday and regular grocery runs. We did take a little road trip up to Rapid City, SD on Thursday to re-establish our SD residency and to renew our drivers licenses, if you call 400 miles “little.” Connie drove the entire distance both ways, partly because the car is rented in her name but mostly because she likes the drive—she used to make it on her motorcycle to visit John One when he was stationed near Rapid City.
400 miles and a one-night stay
We scheduled our appointments during the Covid-insipred grace period of John’s expiration and within six-months of Connie’s expiration date so both of us could get new licenses at the same time. It’s a bargain at $28 for five years but a shock to realize I will be 78 the next time they’re due.
I hope I outlast the license
We bit the bullet and committed to another AirB&B, this one on Florida's Space Coast for the month of October. It’s a 2BR condo on Cocoa Beach near Patrick Air Force Base and convenient to our friends Rod and Lois. It comes with tennis racquets and beachy toys so, barring the whirly-girl storms, we should have a nice time. The second bedroom will probably go unused unless we can convince some Covidly-optimistic friends to visit.
Space Coast, here we come
So all we have to do now is exchange rental cars tomorrow and book flights to Orlando and we are set until Halloween.
