It’s Sunday morning and what are we doing? We’re in line,as you can see by the picture.Where? We are at a car dealership some thirteen miles from the house.
Yes, It’s 7:35am on a Sunday morning and we are in line at a car dealership waiting for a flu shot.
When we were in the city, our local community hospital gave out flu shots, and you called up, made an appointment, came in, got your flu shot.
Down here, they have a drive-thru flu clinic,which is sponsored by the country’s department of health. They run it from 8am thru 1pm. Evidently, it’s so popular that you have to show up early to get on through.This way you have some Sunday left to do something with.
Ah, the joys of relocation.
This time last year I was lamenting the fact that we had to get up tomorrow morning at 2am and make sure we were packed up to head back to the city. To add insult to injury, after we would unpack the car and walk the girls, we’d have, maybe, a half hour to lay down before I’d have to leave for work.
How times have changed.
I am watching folks in the neighbor hood throw their trash away in their cans, close their windows, pack their cars and kids up and head up Delsea Drive or the Garden State Parkway. It’s a step backward into the area I have come to love during the weekday, the area called QUIET.
Sure, It doesn’t hurt that I have two days off until I have to go back to the bakery, but, hey, it’s the first official weekend holiday of summer. I am not going to bed at 9:30. I am having an adult beverage.I can sleep in tomorrow.
It’s been a while since I wrote an Undisclosed update.
I think I wrote more about Undisclosed, I think, before I retired, but since I have been down here full-time, I haven’t really thought about it as” Undisclosed”, although it is still that.It’s weird,because it’s home to boot.
We are adjusting to full-time life here, and we are happy.The girls really are happy because, for now, I am here full-time, that is, not working, so they get a ton of attention.Jim likes to tease me about being a happy homemaker,but after 30 years of waiting on cold street corners and windy train platforms to go to town,there are plenty things to keep me happy.
We both are trying to figure out about working.It is weird,because it is something we know that can’t be full-time, because there basically NO full-time positions here.We’ll decide, somewhere along the way, if there is something we can do.As the weather gets warmer, it’s less of a thought because there are things to get done around here, and when it is nice out, who wants to be outside.
Life is good.
The problem with weekends is that they are too short.
We have gotten the car packed up and probably will try to hit the road around 1:30p.m.-2p.m.,as we would like to get back down to home before sunset.It is incredible when you try to bypass a major urban area and plot for back roads,well, you see the mileage decrease but the time is somewhat comparable.We actually are planning to try a new route home, so it would be so nice to see where we are going.
It has been a blast hanging out with Juls and Tim, and the bonus is that the fit bit zip daily goals have been met, thanks to being on the side of a mountain. If anything, they should add more kudos on because you are actually hiking up the side of a mountain when you are coming back up to the house.After fifty plus years of being in the city, and being used to the background noise to the point of it being white noise, well,between Undisclosed and here, the quiet with an occasional passing car really rocks.I get to pray, meditate, clear my thoughts, and generally be at peace.
After all, life is too short.
Ever trip we have had going down here to Undisclosed we have had one basic route.We would try to take the drive to bypass expressway traffic.
As much as I want to leave the city, the route on the way out was always so nice.The Boathouse row is especially nice at night when the houses are lit up. It is so gingerbread that is screams to take a picture.The other site we take in is the Art Museum, home of many wonderful paintings, but most importantly, the steps that Rocky took in the movie.
Nice to have the pictures for the memories.
So anyone who has moved at all during their life knows the stress of moving. As many times as I would move, and I would pray I’d never have to do it again.
No, the stress with moving is a walk in the park: try tying in the art of wrapping up your entire life in retirement and moving from an urban area to a place where I stand out on our deck at night and I hear crickets or birds and night sounds you’d never know exist in the city. We have come to the point where are in the home stretch and the anxiety is overwhelming.
Comcast is a current nail in our foot.Jim’s comcast email has disappeared. He has spent over 8 1/2 hours on the phone with Comcast, who evidently have decided they know how to do anything, lets assign people trouble tickets, and tell them their problem will be solved in 72 hours. Not good.Try to complain to Xfinity, you know the “kinder, gentler Comcast name”, well, they don’t care.There is no one to complain to and with their outsourcing of workers, they have no qualms at hanging up on you.I work in a Customers Service unit and if I even thought of trying what they( Comcast) are doing, I wouldn’t have to worry about retiring.
So I will wrap this post up praying for a miracle regarding Comcast, and hopefully, some peace of mind along the way.If you want to share any Comcast customer service, er, rather, lack of service stories, feel free to leave them in the comments.
They say that there is often sympathetic pain when a family member is suffering.
Zush has her issue with the cyst on her rear left leg. Me? My lower spine is knotted up tighter than a Philadelphia soft pretzel. I had been sleeping off and on since four o’clock this afternoon .My brother-in-law and Jim’s nephew Tom were over and I was completely oblivious to it,
Now I am up and having a little rice pudding for dinner, typing the post, and then a shower and bed, only to be up at three to head back up to the city.It truly will be sweet once the two of us are back on all our wheels again.
Here’s hoping your night is good, your week is better and the weekend comes really quickly!