You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin' an' racked wid pain -
Tote that barge, lift that bale
Get a little drunk and
You lands in jail...
We went to Venice to help Susan with her Taxes on Thursday. Susan's husband died suddenly a year ago December. She's the classic innocent spouse who needs a friend. Then on Saturday night we had dinner and drinks with Mike and Argie at Frenchies on Clearwater beach. The sand is still there, but the old Florida sleazy motels have been replaced by giant condos and motels.
The last two days have been spent toting bales in the storage unit. We gave our plumber all our beds, lawn furniture, sofas and rattan furniture. This has enabled us to move from a 10x30 unit to a 10x10 unit, a $220 a month savings. There were an incredible number of 90 pound boxes of books that I had to hump up to as much as eight feet high. I'm tired. Would you like to be the boss for awhile?
Two more days and we head for Spain for three weeks, then a summer touring the USA again, There are still places we haven't seen. I want to stand on my head in Mono Lake, like the Pink Floyd album.