4 Wahls in Florida

Here we are in Sunny Florida. Well, that’s Sunny Hills, Florida, which is north of Panama City. The trip to Nanny’s on Monday was pretty smooth. We bought a two-screen portable DVD player to help keep the kids happy, and it’s already paid for itself as far as I’m concerned. I kept a pain relief gel on my legs over the day and that kept my knees happy.

We got in late Monday night and Nanny was happy to see us. George was in Chipley, so we went up to fetch him so he didn’t have to drive the truck down and we all got to bed around midnight. After I broke the key off in the back door.

Tuesday was a catch-up day. I failed to fix the door, but I’m still working on it. Took care of a couple of small things and we got George his prescriptions and picked up a cake that Nanny ordered for her birthday. In the evening we went and visited with Beth and Allen, Nanny’s real estate agent and her husband. They are a great couple, and they have done a lot to help Nanny out. They were gracious hosts with a great artichoke dip recipe. There was good conversation and good clean entertainment as the lady next door tried to talk a cat out tree with a pressure washer.

Kitties don’t like water, so Kitty did what came naturally and went up, away from the source of water. Well, after she gave up and put away the Power Washer of Doom, The kids and I went to survey the situation. Kitty talked to us and although none of us speak kitty we were pretty sure that she was trying to tell us that she wasn’t happy being up in the tree. Well, I had a couple of drinks in me but was pretty sure I could get up the tree and down with Kitty. Up the tree I went and when I got up there, at 25-30 feet, I understood why Kitty was nervous. She was cooperative though, and after we got acquainted I got her by the scruff of the neck and she was pretty cooperative in attaching herself to whichever branch I set her on, including my thigh for the last few feet. Considering where the front claws were, I requested that Mom allow me to detach her from my leg. Mom thought I was a hero and I was invited to the luau and all that, but when I walked back into Beth’s, they told me that I couldn’t have another margarita. I reasoned that having arrived back on the ground without any more harm than a flesh wound to myself, I was fine, but I was polite and didn’t insist on another.

Today is going to be filled with some running around and more visiting and hopefully we can get in some recreational time. My dial-up access isn’t great, but I’ll try to keep you posted.