Judy and I were back on Hwy –US 441
driving south at 8:30 Friday morning returning to Manatee Springs.
The traffic was sparse and the sun shone
brightly making for a nice travel day.
My gps and Rand McNally trip maker always routes us down I75 but I
circumvent their recommendation to drive roads less traveled whenever possible.
We took a couple of “pit stops” along the way and arrived back at the park at
3:30 PM.
We returned to M’Ville for two main
reasons, (a.) to vote and (b.) to get our annual medical exams.
The election is over and I for one
am glad but bewildered. As a nation we have collectively said that we desire to
be a nation of “entitled”. I have lived
in Western Europe and seen the socialist model up close and personal. There was
no part of it that I liked especially national health care. That’s all I have
to say about that.
Judy and I got our physicals Wed. Even though our appointments were scheduled
for 1:00 PM and 1:30 respectively we went in at 8:30 AM to have our lab work
done. By doing that we could go ahead and eat breakfast. Judy and I did a little shopping in Macon to
kill time until our appointments. It was
Judy’s first visit to my doctor. She
told me she was very impressed with the entire operation. We both got our flu
shots also.
After finishing with the
appointments we met her sister, nephew, and brother for lunch. It was nice seeing them. We always try to
visit with them when we come into Macon. Judy and I didn’t get back to our
house until 7PM. It had been a long day.
Thursday, Judy visited her old
branch and visited with “her girls”. She
had lunch with the Bonnie, the branch manager of the other Sun Trust. She said
they had a great lunch and she got caught up on all the banking news (gossip).
I got a haircut and went to the coffee shop and read my kindle and just
relaxed.
That evening we met with my sister
Faye and my brother in-law Bill for dinner at Applebee’s.
We had a good visit and meal.
As we were leaving, I heard a young voice say
“hey Mr. Mad-dox. I knew it had to be one of my former middle school students.
I walked over to the table and found out it
was Bermishia.
She is now a senior, how
time flies. After we visited and I began to walk away I heard her say “bye bird
brain” and a small smile appeared on my face and I had a warm feeling in my
heart. It made me happy to see the “little girl” I called the “little old lady”
when she was my 7
th grade student five years before. “Bird Brain”
was one of my terms of endearment.
That’s all for now, thanks for
stopping by.
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