Convenience

 Since I'm OCD, once I undertook the task of getting our 2013 estate documents to our new lawyer Mark, I immediately found an appropriately sized box in the garage, and packed them away. Next -- getting them to Hollywood.

Back when I was in practice, we'd use courier services. Even more than a decade ago, they were expensive -- I seem to recall being charged close to $100 to have a file brought to Broward. I knew I could use UPS, but that would require a trip to the UPS store, and then I recalled: Uber!

Some months ago, Wifey was visiting D2 and Jonathan, after an afternoon with D1, and could NOT find her key fob anywhere. She looked all over -- even at Little Man's school, where she and D2 had fetched him -- no fob.

I forgot whose suggestion it was, but I called Uber -- they rushed another fob to D2 and Jonathan's house lickety split -- for, I think, less than $20. Wifey drove home.

The next day, Jonathan asked D2 why there was a Lexus key fob behind the milk in their refrigerator. Ah -- since Wifey had put it there to remember where it was, only to forget what she had done to not forget!We had already hired a locksmith to do a new fob, which he did at our house, so now the THIRD fob lives at D2's house. The smart money is that it will be needed again sooner than later.

But then I called Uber -- for a schlep of our document box up to Hollywood. Sure enough, 25 minutes later, a guy about my age, American, drove up and had me put my box on top of another -- and an hour later it was delivered. With my $15 monthly Uber credit -- total cost was $20 -- with a tip!

Oh what a brave, new world!

Now Mark can review them, to see what to re-do and what to amend. Either way -- I hope to NOT have use for these docs for a good long while.

Meanwhile, the Days of Awe continue -- the Gators are here Saturday night! Jonathan was to go with me, but he was called away for IVF duty, and so I invited crazy Joel. It ought to be a terrific tailgate -- hopefully the game is a win for our boys going away, as they say.

The OTHER Days of Awe start next week. Tuesday night we've decided to visit a local pasta place for, as D1 calls it, Rosh a Pasta. The next evening, both Ds are busy.

Rabbi Yossi texted me to ask me to attend the first High Holidays in the Center I helped build with contributions. First, I got to grind him about the fact that Chabad is now charging annual membership -- like every other congregation -- I said I wasn't a member. He answered I was grandfathered in.

But the truth is, since before Covid, I prefer to watch services online, in my underwear. I connect with the Big Man better out of shul than in it.

Yossi pressed. I told him to consider me like Moses -- I helped him get to the promised land, but wasn't permitted to actually enter. He appreciated the biblical reference but still thought I was a putz. He's right.

Little Man, meanwhile, anxiously awaits the sweets traditionally eaten to symbolize a sweet new year. These should be in abundance next week.

And among the many blessings -- well -- Uber and delivered groceries -- Wifey and I are addicts. We do enjoy the convenience...