Doing Fine

It is amazing how busy we can be when we have nothing to do! We are being hindered by weather or we would be even busier. We are now settled in or at least as much as we can be. Today we are getting ready to take the motorhome to Moscow Iowa tomorrow to get the leveling legs repaired. We will be heading out bright and early in the morning. 

 Keri and I were able to get our first walk of the season done on the bike trail. We have a two + mile routine whereby we go to the 1-mile marker on the trail and then return. This is the same routine I did for a few years with my friend Colleen who now lives fulltime in Florida. It felt wonderful to get out there and move right along.

Another first is that we went to the Mexican restaurant for the first time since Covid-19. They are open for business with restrictions. They were not busy with sit-down diners but still extremely busy with take-outs. They all wore masks and we did too except while eating. It was a real treat and at least for us it was the first time we had eaten out since my birthday on March 6th when we ate at Dirty Al's in McAllen Texas. Butch broke his leg the next day so there was a double reason we didn't eat out. By the time he was released from the hospital the entire country was in lockdown. We hadn't eaten out much anyway but you know how it is when you cannot do something. Sometimes and I stress sometimes you want to even more. I am not one of those people really but it was nice eating out last night.

Butch is taking off without his cane more frequently these days and he is now preferring the single-legged cane over the 4 pronged one.  So this is progress. He still looks a bit like Grandpa McCoy on occasion but he attributes that to lack of confidence and it is happening less all the time.

Today is our day 14 of being at home in Iowa. We will now be adjusting to dealing with the outside world. There are still way too many people who either do not know what 6 ft apart looks like or are simply unwilling to take care. Very frustrating. I don't know what it is currently like in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas but when we left it was much, much better than what we have observed in Iowa. The belligerence adds another level of frustration and we detect that far too often for comfort. It manifests itself with eye-rolls upon seeing our masks along with smirks added to a refusal to give us enough space. It is mild aggression so far but disheartening to witness.

Butch has started his war with the squirrels. Life would not be the same without this bit.

 Till next time...