The “Box Score” is now down to under twenty, as we continue to unpack and organize nine days after delivery. It seems never ending, yet every day the garage gets a little less cluttered. Yesterday was my first visit with my new doctor who found my blood pressure to be up and suggested that I take fewer Advil. I’ve been so sore from moving that I’ve been eating them like candy. Today, we deal with the BMV on plates and licenses for both cars. My wife already made one attempt but failed to have all the right forms. With every state I’ve moved to, this always proves to be the biggest hassle. My car has been in the body shop for the last two weeks. There hasn’t been space for it in the garage anyways. I used an Uber yesterday, as my wife tried to deal with Comcast and needed our only car for another long, fruitless wait.

We kick off the Memorial weekend with dinner tonight at the Crow’s Nest. Tomorrow is an ice skating party in celebration of my oldest granddaughter’s birthday. Trust me, you won’t find us on skates. It will probably be a refreshing break from the heat, as we watch from the sidelines. Our new busy lifestyle here in Florida has something on the calendar every day. This in sharp contrast to our apartment stint in Portland and the lack of activity due to Covid. We’re slowly getting organized in our new home, and even got a chance to grill outside for the first time in over a year. Dining on the lanai has become a new evening tradition.

I’m unpacking primarily pictures that will all need to be painstakingly hung on the walls. Every cardboard box is filled with packing paper. Four or five boxes can easily create a mountain of scrap that needs to be clandestinely moved to the dumpsters each night. A lot of effort was put into protecting each of our possessions from damage, but it’s hard to keep up with the spoils. I appreciate the fact that we had very little damage in the move, even though it took a long time to get here. It will easily be another week before everything is in its right place.