So yesterday I called the local Ford dealer and made an appointment for first thing this morning. Judy had a package for me to mail, so I grabbed the box, my cell phone and headed out the door. I drove 15 miles to the dealer, and as they are writing up the service order I realize.... yes, I walked out without my wallet. So I had to reschedule for tomorrow morning, drove back to the coach to get my wallet, then back to the post office since the package had to get in the mail today in order to be in Portland, Oregon in time for granddaughter Mia's 5th birthday on Friday.
Okay, now that I have that little story out of the way. Which, by the way, I tell only to make a good friend of ours who just went grocery shopping without her wallet feel better. At least my wife didn't write about my misadventure like her hubby did!!
Now on to the good stuff. I need to back up almost a week. Last Wednesday we were still at Hillsborough River State Park. We needed to pick up our mail in Zephyrhills, make a quick Walmart stop and finish up some food research at Parkesdale farm market.
So we drove almost 8 miles to Zephyrhills, and guess what? I had forgotten my wallet. Since the mail was sent in my name, and I knew the Post Office wouldn't cut me any slack, we had to retrace our path and pick up the wallet. So I have now messed up twice in a week. At this rate Judy will start treating me like my Mom did, pinning the milk money to my shirt before heading off to school. Anyway, the mail was at the Post Office, Judy made her return at Walmart and we went to Parkesdale for lunch. Strawberry shortcake for me, a bowl of strawberries with whipped topping for Judy and we shared a milk shake in honor of brother-in-law Bud.
Thursday morning we headed to the Ocala Sun RV Resort. We had 3 days to kill before our next State Park reservation. I'm still trying to figure out why some places call themselves a resort. When you park on the grass, with neighbors 5 feet on either side, it doesn't seem very resort like to me but at least they had Passport America rates. I hope I don't offend anyone but I don't understand how people can stand being in this kind of RV park all winter. It would drive me crazy.
Sunday morning we headed 60 miles north to O'Leno State Park. But first we needed to stop and add some diesel to the tank. I prepared myself for the difficult task of putting four dollar a gallon fuel in our home, and go in to prepay three hundred dollars worth. To rub salt in the wound, my credit card was denied. This happened to us on our way into Florida back in January, when we needed to buy fuel, and now again. A quick phone call straightened things out and we were soon on our way. We settled into our site and are enjoying our stay here, although Mollie is a little stressed from all the squirrels.
After my mess up this morning, Judy decided that I needed a good hike to get me back on track. So the three of us headed off for a couple of miles. We did the river loop around a section of the Santa Fe River.
It's interesting because the river disappears underground for almost 3 miles. The dogwoods are in bloom and the temps were in the mid 70's.
All's well that ends well. I think that's how the saying goes. But I really can't remember.
Until later.
6 comments:
Nice post John. I admire a man that can boast having C.R.S. in print.
I did the same thing today at Ace Hardware. Luckily I had a credit card in the truck.
I'm constantly leaving my wallet when I switch bags. Somehow I always end up seeing the same cashier when it happens, too. Oh, and Herbie does the same thing as Mollie! He'll plop down on the ground and bark at you when he's done walking.
Great post John! I do feel better that I am not alone with the wallet deal. When I got back to the coach, Bob immediately gave me $20 to stash in the Explorer for any future issues. The diesel price here in to Rio Grande Valley ranges from $3.69 to $3.89 so I expect the $4.00 price is coming, just in time for all the snowbirds heading north this month.
I.M. a thinkin' that all this here food reseerch you is a doin' has got so many facts a cramped into yer brain that ya ain't got no room left fer memberin' yer wallat and such.
I don't got to worry bout fergittin' my wallet cause i dont carry one. That's Nilda's job, and it makes it easy to know when she ain't a got it, her a luggin' around that purse of hers thats nye on big enuf to hold a hole pig. She don't cotton to them little one that is the size of the pigs ears as the sayin' goes. Maybe ya oughta get the wife one liken that and solve yer problem, and send her off on all them arrowends yer a doing while you do some food reseersh.
I.M.
Oh, that so much sounds like something I would do. In fact, I've been having more than my share of senior moments lately.
Great pictures of your walk. Love that trail!
We rarely drive away from the camper when we don't have to go back and get something we forgot. I don't expect to get smarter as I get older. Duane
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