Ah -- but for a bit of a lingering cough, the Plague seems mostly gone. I'll keep masking until next week, but it is such a relief to have that nastiness pass. All the cliches come to the forefront -- without good health, you have nothing. Cliches are true.
Meanwhile, I took a short drive with D1 the other night, to drop off packages and pick up dinner, and we faced the fact that she and Jonathan and the enormous puppy are moving next week. It's been a near 9 !! month stay.
We were so happy that there was truly just a minimum of tensosity, to use my late friend's neologism. And truth be known, I've really bonded with the enormous and annoying dog. But I have zero doubt we'll be watching her, a lot, as the millennials always travel. Betsy is very welcome here now.
The kids are planning their honeymoon -- more than 2.5 years after their wedding. Again -- damned Plague. Betsy is already looking forward to a fortnight or so back here in Pinecrest, in July.
Wifey and I were supposed to be getting ready to leave for MIA early this afternoon -- a trip to D.C. Whomp. We have until February to use the credit on the tickets -- hopefully some new strain of the Plague lets us travel again.
So this weekend will be one of tumult here. D1 and Joey are bringing the Little Man Sunday -- they're confident that I'll no longer be a threat by then. And I imagine there'll be a LOT of packing -- Monday is moving day.
They're going to a really cool part of Miami Beach -- Sunset Harbor -- away from the crazy tourist part of South Beach. They have many friends there -- you can walk to food stores and restaurants -- and Lincoln Road and the Beach are within walking distance, too.
Our family friend Mike, budding young superstar lawyer, lives there with his wife Sari, D1's good friend, and their toddler. He told Jonathan that fears of traffic leaving the 'hood to get back to the main land are unfounded -- he commutes daily to Downtown -- and the good thing about being on the west side of the Beach is a quick jump to the causeway.
Wifey is already saying SHE wants to move there, too -- part of the pattern I have noticed of women of a certain age. They don't really have a clear view of what they want -- but they want CHANGE, damn it!
Conversely, we aging men want stuff the same -- familiar like we like it.
Wifey may get some of her wish -- if D2 and Jonathan's Grove townhouse gets finished, there may be a few months left on a lease. I told Wifey she and BFF Edna could move their. The two have fantasized since they were in junior high school that someday they would be old ladies together on the Beach. Maybe they'll get a taste of it now.
In the mean time, I plan to keep savoring the days. It sure feels good to feel good again.
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