Florida and fluids

         I’m not too sure where the last two weeks went.

          Much of it was spent settling our snowbird feathers here into our Florida nest.

          The trip down didn’t begin too auspiciously. It had snowed lightly the day before we began our drive and we congratulated ourselves on our cleverness at leaving after it was over. But the results were still on the roads, as we soon learned.

          We were fine until we hit the slush-filled highway. The first truck that passed sprayed the windshield. Fine – no prob. I activated the wipers, but they were still smeared. I turned on the windshield washer – nothing.

          Ultimately, we had to pull off the highway four times, climb out, rub snow over the windshield to see where we were going. Thankfully, the sun got higher and the roads dried out, or else we’d still be driving, stopping, driving, stopping.

          For a while we had deeply unkind thoughts about the Honda engineers who thought it’d be a keen idea to channel the wiper fluid through the wipers themselves – where it would freeze. But then we wondered if the Florida dealer where we’d leased the car last year might have put a weaker fluid with less anti-freeze in it.

         

          Anyway, nesting.

Epic rust stain from old fridge's leaks

          We knew we’d need a new fridge as soon as we arrived, since in May our original one had become incontinent, leaving large puddles in the vegetable bins.

We arrived on Saturday, and on Sunday I was in the store ordering one to be delivered the next day. One that didn’t fit on Monday. Back to the store. Wait two more days. 

 I now have what I swore I’d never buy – freezer on one side, fridge on the other. The veggie bins are at my ankles, and the interior is narrow and cavernous. But that’s what fit and was available. Several days with no fridge taught me a lesson in priorities.

No, we haven’t been to the beach. No, we haven’t had dinner by the water. 

But we’ve re-arranged the living room, bought a new chair for my writing corner, and scheduled grab bars for the shower. Woo Hoo! Life in the fast lane.

Oh, and it was 39 degrees today when I woke up.