In 10 days we’ll start our long journey to Florida, with a stop in Indiana for a few days. Closing, packing, and loading will all take place in this timeframe, along with a couple of construction inspections. A dinner with friends, Leadership Meeting, Zoom calls, and doctor appointments will also keep me busy. Ten more runs, showers, dinners, and lunches left in Portland. I say goodbye to another familiar face or landmark every day. However, gray skies and showers make the move easier, knowing that sand, sun, and surf are just 3,000 miles away.

Another ding in the car happened while I was away watching basketball in Indianapolis. More Band Aids required for it to make the long drive ahead. The multi-dented Solara will be loaded to the gills with the three of us, while Mother Marriott awaits our arrivals in Ogdon, Burlington, St. Louis, and Atlanta. I’m already tired just thinking about it. Day after day after driving through Oregon, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, and Florida.  A new home awaits. 

I took my shaky hands to the neurologist this morning. It was a bit embarrassing to be with friends this past weekend, unable to do a toast without spilling my beer. The plastic cups were particularly difficult to get a grip on. However, the doctor confirmed that it was simply an essential tremor, likely a genetic inheritance and not Parkinson’s. As I age, the shakiness will likely increase, so a decision on using medication will be in my future. Shaky hands are a clear indication of getting older, along with slower running times, and forgetfulness. I will soon be seventy – it’s not for sissies! (See Post #1495). These next 10 days will take a lot out of me.