Tomorrow, Tomorrow
I leave tomorrow a.m. at 8:18 out of Tri-City Airport en route to Florida. I’ll be down there by 12:50. I’ll pick up my rental Buick Lucerne from Alamo and head “home” to Kings Point.
I’m packed and ready to go. John won’t be going with me so I’m already feeling very insecure and lonesome. He’s my strength.
I’ll be down there for nine days. I’m sure I’ll be busy with responsibilities taking care of my mother (who has alzheimers), but I’ll also socialize. Mom had a bad fall so I need to check on her. We have lots of Kings Point friends that I’m anxious to see again. There’s Loretta (our super sweet next door neighbor), Sandy (who has been wonderful to me), Ruth – the Webmaster (a kindred spirit), Linda – the Brit (who is nice as can be), Pat & Paul (our all-inclusive friends), Dale & Trudy (helpful neighbors who are always there for us), Bob the Worm King (our true and genuine friend who we dearly love), Paula (Bob’s significant other), along with lots of others.
I have a mentally prepared schedule that will keep me active most of the time. And I also have a lot of workshop preparation to do for the Evart Funfest. My responsibility for the Funfest is a huge so my solitary evenings will give me the opportunity to work on getting it ready to go to the printer for that event July 19th.
I also love to read by the pool, so I have a bunch of books to absorb me.
During the day, my golf cart will be on-the-go as I visit Mom, shop, and head to the South Club for lots of sun time.
Thursdays are Rockin’ Rondevous loud get-togethers in the South Club, Fridays noons are pool parties at the South Club with burgers and beer, and there are other activities which I plan to attend. There’s a “rummage sale” event on Wednesday and Saturday mornings. On the 8th there’s a big “34th Birthday Party” for Kings Point.
I love Kings Point, and it’s all an “adventure” but I’d have a better time if John could be with me.
Oh, well… I guess we only go-round once, so I better enjoy this opportunity to see what it’s like to be “alone” in Florida. A first for me.
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