Dinata Misovec

The painting company truck was in front of the house.  It says Power Washing on the side.

And, indeed, there was a man power washing the garage floor.  I’m sure that is in anticipation of painting it.

Inside, we could see the tile man on the back porch mixing a bucket of mud.  He carried it into the shower stall.  I noticed he had installed a drain fixture.

Toilets and faucets had been delivered.

The tile man was building a corner seat in the shower stall.

Trucks, cars, and tractors were at the house when we returned to the house after lunch. The landscapers were doing the final grading.

The kitchen faucet had been installed. The granite man had not drilled a hole for the sprayer so it was not installed yet.

There was a toilet in the water closet.

The plumber was installing the bathroom faucets.

We saw a garbage disposal under the kitchen sink.

I went out the back door to check the grading back there.  It turned out pretty nice for a place with almost no back yard.  They had added more soil so it was a gentle slope from the back patio rather than a sharp drop I was worried about. I may need to do something to make my herb garden a bit more level.

Here is the view from the golf course “rough”.

Looking west from the patio, there will be a flower bed at the end of the patio to the corner of the house.  I’m not sure what I will plant there yet.

The tile man was cutting the small squares for the shower stall floor.  He made a separate cut for each little square.

I looked in the shower stall and saw that the bench seat was done.  After he built the front wall of it against a concrete block, he removed the block and filled the space with concrete. His lunch was sitting on it.

The bathroom faucets were installed.

And, there was a water heater installed in the garage.

We decided to go home by way of the gas station to fill the car for our trip to Maryland in the morning.  The car had less than a quarter of a tank. There were long lines at all the pumps.  And there was no gas to be had.  We drove to another gas station and they were out of gas too.  We began to worry.  What if took off in the morning and could not find gas before running out? Then we decided that, since we were already packed and ready to go, we would hit the road.  Things would probably be worse the next day.

We loaded up the car with our bags and headed to the Florida Turnpike about six o’clock.  The Okahumpka rest area is just a few miles up the turnpike from where we entered.  There were a lot of cars there, but I found a pump with no one there.  We filled up and drove all the way to South Carolina.

Northbound traffic was not too heavy.  We are in north-central Florida. We were amazed at the heavy southbound traffic on I-75. We got off it at Ocala and took US 301 across the state to I-95. There was not too much traffic there either.  As soon as we crossed the South Carolina border, Andy said it was time to find a hotel.  It was some time between eleven o’clock and midnight before we got our room, watched a little hurricane news on the television, and crashed. I began to worry about the storm track aimed right up the state to where we left the motorhome. Maybe we should have driven it north.

We drove the rest of the way to Sister Barbara’s house in southern Maryland on Wednesday.  I called our RV park in Florida and the woman told me they were filling up with people from south Florida.

As luck would have it. Daughter Kathy happened to be in southern Maryland for work.  She came by after work and took us to Stoney’s Seafood where we all ate one of those famous crab cakes.