I’m sitting at the kitchen island in a borrowed folding chair, but the sun is shining and I worked up a sweat on this morning’s run.  Still no word on a Portland driver to bring our stuff. It will be nice to have my soft, comfy office chair and desk to do my blogging. There is nothing but a yoga mat in my home office that allows me to do my daily exercises off the hard tile surface. We opted for no carpeting, as is traditional here in Florida, so there’s very little color in our house until the decorative rugs and wall hangings finally arrive. A single fry chair serves as our patio furniture by the pool. 

We’re just grateful to be here safely in lieu of my wife’s kidney stone issues. The reliable old Solara made the drive without a single hiccup. Yesterday, I drove it with the top down, soaking in the sunshine. To reward its juggernaut cross-country efforts, I made an appointment to get it’s dented body repaired. It will eventually look like a collector’s showpiece in the new garage with the fancy epoxy floor. The surface was a bonus from our project manager to cover-up some flaws in the concrete. My wife’s Lexus was reunited with the Solara for the first time in six months yesterday, having each completed the 3,000-plus mile journey. We drove the Lexus down last summer and stored it at my son’s house. Now, they’re side-by-side for the first time in our new garage. 

It’s our first weekend of living in Florida and we’d love to go to the nearby beach, but my wife’s swimsuits are still in Portland storage along with everything else. She’s ordered a new one, in addition to the bed that we bought yesterday. We need one anyway for the guest room and are tired of sleeping on the inflatable. With a new bed and swimsuit, I’m sure my wife will start to feel better, considering all the stress and discomfort surrounding our missing belongings. She also gets her first vaccine shot today, something we weren’t able to get accomplished in Oregon. Welcome to Florida.