Well, well, well, let's start off with the trip to my doctor's office down town connected to Tampa General Hospital, in South Tampa. My In-Laws traveled from Valrico to the North-West County to pick me up for doctor appointment, then we take highway to State Road 60 going East and on to doctor's clinic.
On the way down I witnessed an unusual amount of near auto accidents, I tend to listen to my Inner-Self and suspect my Dad-in-Law, was picking up on my premenitions, so he slowed down a bit and drove more on the High Alert running.
We made appointment with time and no accident. Thank God!
My appointment went sort of well...pain is better managed, yet the other symptoms are providing me with a bitter contest and my BAHA processor has not yet returned from being repaired and up-graded...so am having to go the Single Side Deaf for a bit longer. I am just so happy that we have the pain better managed...this meniere's is tough enough.
As we were waiting for valet, I saw a woman miss getting smashed by an older model car...I mean like a micro-moment close. The lady had right of way crossing from garage to TGH, the jack-ass behind the wheel honked at her and laughed...she thought it was funny...I would have been a witness for sure. With a smile on my face I would have been right there for police.
We left hospital grounds 20 minutes too late to observe honorable procession for young PFC, killed in Afghan. I had so planned to pay my repsects, I took along 3 small flags of our United Staes Of America. I pray there will not be another such procession.
My dear Mother-In-Law, wanted to buy me breakfast and because I usually decline, I accepted this morning. Beside's Dad-in-Law was hungry. We visited the Village Inn and were seated. Immediatly to our right was a vacant table where three folks who had attended the procession sat for their meal...one a highly decorated WWII Vet, a fine fellow running for District 11 and a young lady guest. We spoke back and forth as if we had known one another for years. It was an honor to break fast with the three...the WWII Vet used to eat at Wolfie's down in Miami, as I, and Nathan's in North Miami Beach, where he used to work. I too worked in North Miami Beach and ate at Nathan's!
Once we said our farewell's we then went off in search of a new cellular battery for my wife...
Let me share with you NOW, that these people who sell us our telephone's fail to state in our contracts that finding a replacement battery may be a bit of a challange. We stopped by a vacated Verizon store, not knowing it was vacant until we got there...then down to Best Buy, who sell's telephone's but not the batteries. Then we found a Verizon further down Hills. Ave., dang near Oldsmar, phones but no batteries...we were then asked to go to batteries-r-us or something like that on U.S. 19 in Clearwater, Florida...so we went...found the joint, BUT, no battery for the phone in hand. Soooo, we come back to the North West county and stopped by an A.T.& T. - NOPE...the last straw was the local Radio Shack...and no, No battery!!!!
My Day With My In-Laws...I had a dang blast!! Thank you Nani and Papa Gene!!!!!!!!!!
Today, really was a good day to be alive...
p.s. Nani, picked up a battery for Brenda's cellular telephone at a batteries-r-us or something like that out in Valrico...not too far from where she lives...go figure...
No comments:
Post a Comment