Back at Chiefland

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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