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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

A cold snap is upon us

Yes, once again, the Southeast is faced with record low temperatures overnight. I understand that there was frost inland but I think the low here was 37. None of the plants at The Club are dressed like ghosts which makes me believe we did not face freezing temps. 

Things around here are not covered with frost, but rather, with concrete dust. I just looked out toward my car from the balcony and saw it coated with the same dust. Perhaps when I get gas later, I should go to Shell on Fleming Island to get the car wash---as if that would help!

My downstairs neighbor just called me to ask if her housekeeper can park in my extra spot. Of course, she can, if Connie allows it. Apparently Connie told her she cannot park there but I say she can! Tracy told me earlier this a.m. that she has taped around some of her doors in an effort to keep the dust at bay. I feel badly for the poor cleaning lady, battling against the dust!

The guys just shut down the jackhammers for lunch and I realized how loud my radio is! There is also the work going on above me but that I barely notice because of the outside noise. Guess I can see why this repair was so long in coming---it is such a pain! My ears overheard a report the other day that the concrete leading up to the entrance courtyards by the doors is in good condition and will not need to be taken out. That is a cost/time savings right there, but they could not determine this until the tile and its barrier was removed. The guys seem to know how deeply to remove the layers.
                                              
After my shower,  I grabbed that battery-operated Swiffer Justin got for me, to just tidy up around my bed. No sooner did I begin the process, but the battery quit. It is now charging for another go at it. 

Justin had to launder the area rug I keep next to my bed after dropping his pizza slice on it the other night. Oops! After he had taken up the rug, I found a crumble of sausage under my bed, and the cord of my laptop had sauce on it. Ew! I put the sausage in the sink and washed my hands, and forgot about it. Well, yesterday when brushing my teeth, I had the water running, and there was this pinkish-hued item floating in the water. I thought, "Now what???" as I hastily swept through my mouth with my tongue. All was in place. I got up my nerve to pick it up and then remembered the errant sausage crumble from last night. Whew! I must be getting nervous about my upcoming dental procedure next week....

Just thought of something else to report---last night I was sitting here, perusing my receipt from Publix, from my Monday purchases. It seems the other lady and I did the right thing by taking the store-brand of ham, as it was on sale! I saved nearly $13 on my choice, and did not even know it. This showed up on the receipt. Nice! However, I was horrified to see that I paid $1.69 for that 20 oz. bottle of Sprite for baking said ham, when I could have gotten an entire 12 pack for $4. Easily I could have taken a case of Sprite Zero and enjoyed it. I went from smart shopper to foolish one in two seconds flat!

I came upon this poem...

Broken Chain

We little knew the day that God would call your name
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, Your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you, You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, And nothing seems to be the same.
But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again.


Ron Tanmer