For the second time in three weeks, my Midwestern road trip continues; today it’s off to Des Moines for my friend Steve’s wedding and to box and ship my side of the family’s items held over from my parent’s home in Omaha. Most of it will be sent to Ellen and Reid. Some will be shipped to Charlotte.
I sent a letter – the fifth mailed to him since last July – to my friend Bob to apprise him of the trip details. He’s on the mend from yet another surgery for a self-inflicted texting injury, his second bout with this over-use malady (de Quervain Syndrome, aka mother’s wrist). Apparently he can open envelopes but not much else.
April 27, 2011
Bob: By this time next week Jane Hemminger will have had her fix, albeit temporarily, of party hosting. Her invitation was just a scream. I have to shake my head every time something arrives in the mailbox or the front door that has her name attached to it. I tried gently to stave off this event, but Dave dissuaded me knowing that it wasn’t a battle worth escalating all the way up to her. It will be fun to see everyone although I don’t know who those people will be just yet.
I blast into town late Thursday and commence with packing boxes right away. That will consume more of Thursday night and well into Friday. I don’t know precisely how much stuff there is to send but no doubt it is a pile. It is a guarantee that none of it is Harley stuff. Kathy has whittled down things as she’s prepped the house for sale although she has had some viewings but no takers.
Your Key West vacation with your girls sounded like it was a hell of a lot of fun. You have this knack for finding just the right travel outlets. Coincidentally that is the one place Felicia says she would like to go but as of yet I’ve not summoned the effort to search for airfares and lodging. When I’m in DSM you will have to remind me of just how in the hell you found the place you stayed at. That sounds like a pretty good gig. I’ve been grossly negligent in using my timeshare points to rustle up places such as the place you stayed. This is where your life trumps mine in that you travel around all the time on these little adventures and you use all the Internet sources at your disposal to find deals and doings. Me, I still look for newspaper coupons. You’ll have to be my life coach.
So, when is this text-induced surgery (your second) supposed to take place, and how long will you be on the shelf? You are reminded that this is prime golf season that you will be taking off. Are you sure this couldn’t wait until the colder months so you could ride the bike and swing the clubs? I don’t even need surgery to put my clubs away. My swing continues to deteriorate and the game isn’t as much fun as it used to be. The problem is completely between my ears. A friend in my singles golf group says to just let it go and to let it be what it will be. She’s probably onto something with that. I need a golf shrink. But it just kills me to have such anxiety issues. Ask whoever is doing your slicing if a two-for-one deal might be available. We could be on adjoining tables, you getting your wrist whacked and me getting a frontal lobotomy. Maybe that’s the cure I’m looking for.
I’ve wondered how things are progressing on your home front. Let me know how all that is going. Your ready supply of $1 bills has been shrinking by the week but hopefully I’ll be able to make a deposit into your account in the relatively near future. Well, I’d best sign off for now but you’ll get me soon enough next week. I’ll text you when I land, and let’s hit Grounds and the Wave early Friday morning before I get to boxing in earnest.