This last summer we drove to The Villages with many reservations due to Steve's clotting issues. We were assured that with proper time to stop and walk around he should be OK and they really could not link the long drive to his medical history. We made it down there fine and it was quite a nice drive after not doing it for a long time. One the way home we made two stop overs as we are now too OLD to do it in one night. We always tell each other that we are NOT going to stay in a cheap dive and look for nice places but it never seems to happen. Having Mr. Moe with us makes things more difficult as a lot of hotels will not take him. I told Steve that I'll hide him under my coat, so who's to know? As I've always said, it's never illegal unless you get caught. That doesn't sit well with Steve so we stay where they will let us have Mr. Moe. So we stopped someplace north of Atlanta on the way back and as is always the plan, I get Mr. Moe settled in and Steve goes to a local fast food place to get dinner. This time he brought back sub sandwiches which I just love. I could eat at Subway everyday. Steve got back with the sandwiches made by Big Buba (face of a 12 year old, body of an bull moose) but there was no table in this plush suite we rented. We had to improvise so we used the ironing board. At least it did have a table cloth and even a pad under it. The problem was that only one person at a time could eat on this lovely piece of furniture and your plastic cup had a tendency to tip over so you had to be careful. This was also the place where the holder for the shower head was broken so I had to hold it while I soaped up while still hanging on in this tub. The bottom was like that of a canoe. I thought, just what we need is for me to slip in this canoe and break a hip. Needless to say, there was more water on the floor than in the tub. It was quite an ordeal but proved that the old fossil is still bendable.
No comments:
Post a Comment