We were up earlier than usual yesterday because Terry had an appointment at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, about 90 miles north of us. It being the day after the Independence Day holiday, we thought there might be a lot of traffic on Interstate 95, so we left a half-hour earlier than we normally do. There was a considerable amount of traffic, but probably not much more than we normally experience, so it could have been worse.
Of course that didn’t make it easy because we seem to have two kinds of drivers on the highways here in Florida. The speed limit is 70, and most traffic is rolling along about 10 miles over that in the two right lanes, but there are always those folks doing 60 or 65, as well as the guys in a hurry who are running 80 or 85, weaving from lane to lane without signaling, and putting everybody else in danger. Meanwhile, in the left lane, you have people who are also running at 80 or 85, and fools are coming up on their bumper at 95 or more, tailgating them and trying to force them to get over, even though there are cars in front of them that they’ll try to do the same thing to. It’s never a relaxing drive.
We ran into a few showers on the way up, but nothing much, and got to the hospital in plenty of time for Terry’s appointment. She had already checked in online, and as it turned out, we had barely sat down when they called her back. Sometimes it pays to arrive early.
This was a routine follow-up, which she does every three months or so, to keep track of the changes that the radiation enteritis has caused her. Terry was very happy to see her regular doctor, who has been off since Christmas because she herself is dealing with breast cancer. Terry has a very good rapport with her, which is always important. After a stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, we headed back home, with the same kind of traffic going as we had coming.
In a blog post a couple of weeks ago, I said that we had stopped at a pawn shop in Daytona Beach that had just taken in a huge collection of very high-quality used firearms from an estate. At that time, they weren’t priced yet, and there were a couple that I would not have minded owning. I told them which ones I was interested in and left my number, and they were supposed to call me, but they never did. So on the way home we stopped to see if they had made any progress. The girl at the counter told me that the owner of the shop had taken some of them home for his personal collection, and of course, that included two of the three I was interested in. The third one was overpriced by about $400, so I guess I won’t be getting any new toys this month.
I call them toys, but they are actually very good investments. I have quite a few guns that I paid $400 to $500 for a few years ago that have more than doubled in value since then. Try getting that kind of return on investment from the stock market.
Our last stop was at Hibachi Grill and Supreme Buffet in Daytona Beach for dinner, and then we headed home. While we were gone, Amazon delivered a couple of copies of the printed edition of The Hard Years, the fourth book in my Tinder Street family saga.
They also delivered two other books I had ordered, Andy & Don, which is about the friendship between Andy Griffith and Don Knotts and how they came together to create the wonderful characters in the beloved television sitcom The Andy Griffith Show, as well as Tide Up in Knotts, written by actor Don Knotts’ daughter Karen, about her life growing up as the daughter of such a popular actor. While Don Knotts did a great job playing the bumbling Deputy Barney Fife on television, he was a very interesting man who overcame many early difficulties in life to carve out a place for himself in television history. They got added to my very large To Be Read pile, which I hope to work my way through one of these days.
After catching up with a ton of e-mails, we watched a couple more episodes of season two of The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu, and then it was time to write the blog and get ready for bed.
It’s supposed to be hot and humid for the next few days, which is no surprise since we are in Florida in the summertime. But that’s okay, I’ve got a lot of writing to get done on my new book.
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.
Thought For The Day – Your children only get one childhood. Make it memorable.