Before I do anything else, I want to wish our dear friend Jan White a happy birthday. I’ve said it before, I am sure there is a special place in heaven for a woman like Jan, because she is a saint. I mean, not only does she put up with her hubby Greg, she even tolerates the two of us when we get together.
And trust me, if you know Greg and I, that takes some doing! I hope you have a great day Jan, even if you are stuck gate guarding. We look forward to seeing you when we reconnect in a few months.
I spent most of Sunday finishing up the new edition of the Gypsy Journal and printed it out for Miss Terry to proof. Yesterday she got that job done, as well as doing several loads of laundry, and making a delicious dinner. I was making the necessary changes as she went along, and then when all of that was done I made the PDF and uploaded it to our web server.
Today I will send out the link to our subscribers, and then I am going to have a play day. I’m not sure what we’ll do, maybe wander down to Sunglow Pier and see how the fishing is going, or maybe visit a dealer and drool over pontoon boats. Or maybe we’ll hit a few furniture stores and test drive some recliners for our new home.
I want to stop at an auto parts store and find some sort of floor console for the pickup. It has a fold down arm rest up front with a storage area, but it is not very well ergonomically designed and hard to access. With the arm rest up, when I set my cell phone on the seat it slides and ends up on the floor behind the front seats.
Last night I went online and changed our voting address from our address in Bushnell, using the Escapees mail service, to our new address in Edgewater. We need to make a stop at the drivers license office and tax office in Edgewater to change the addresses on our drivers licenses and vehicle registrations.
Which reminds me, I also have to change the address on my Florida CCW permit. There is a lot of work involved in moving, and we have not even started lugging stuff out of the motorhome and into the house yet!
Thought For The Day – First rule of cleaning while listening to music; the toilet brush is never the microphone… never.