by Leon Archer
This past week has been a busy one for Sweet Thing and me as we prepared for our departure from the sunny south.
It is always a sort of bittersweet time for us, for as we look forward to seeing family and old friends, we are at the same time saying goodbye to another set of friends down here, several so old that it is quite likely we will never see them again in this world.
Our Florida home now looks the best that it has since we arrived escaping winter’s grip, but it has been a struggle.
Opening up and shutting down our winter residence is fraught with cleaning, packing or unpacking, and getting everything up and running, or turned off.
It doesn’t seem like much on the face of it, but as they say, “the devil is in the details.” The way I grumble and moan, he must not be far away.
Arriving is always easier than leaving, because the arrival stuff gets spread out over a much longer time with the most essential items getting taken care of first, while the less important ones have a habit of hanging over my head while I put them off in favor of fishing and relaxing.
Down here, I have learned the importance of the Spanish word manana, but unfortunately for me, it doesn’t work as well on departures as it does on arrivals, and some of those things I put off until tomorrow come home to roost with a vengeance.
I won’t bore you with a rendition of the things I’ve been doing for the last week and a half, but things are looking pretty good around the old southern hacienda, both inside and outside.
At this writing, I still have to cut back our bougainvillea which looks like it is trying to engulf our home with its flowery branches, and power washing the entire outside of our place to banish any mildew is a must.
I’ll clean out the gutters along the eaves, and then I have to stow away the power washer and ladder. That’s what I’m down to outside.