It is almost impossible to capture my son smiling. I cannot do it, to save my soul, and my photos of our boy generally involve some sort of gesture or grimace. Often he will display the "Hawaiian Good Luck Sign", or the somewhat more polite goofy eyes trick. My daughter loves to have people take her picture, so appropriately to her yin, he offers up a yang. So, success in positive photography fell to his friend, who agreed to help him move.
Now, when I took this photo off his friend's Face Book page, I did not take the comments that accompanied it. Suffice to say, the advertising on the trailer was false, as in two false starts with defective trailers, until a different rental location and a more skilled "mechanic" found a solution in the wiring harness. A four hour delay in starting ended up necessitating an overnight hotel stay on the road, despite heading out with a buddy, a six pack of Red Bull, and two packs of cigarettes. The best laid plans for a straight-through drive failed in south Georgia when common sense ultimately trumped fatigue. They found a place that took dogs, and the three of them caught six hours of needed rest, before finishing the drive.
Yesterday was a beach day, and a bit of exploring Sarasota. Today was a trip to the airport to send his buddy back north. The next week will be getting settled into the new job, and new neighborhoods. When I get back to Florida, we'll be three adults and two dogs in our condo for another month, then hopefully our new place will be ready to receive the northern furniture coming by moving van. U-Haul might work for thirty-somethings with strong backs, but that ain't me babe.
Welcome to Florida, J.B., and don't forget the SPF-45 suntan lotion under the sink.
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