Never again! Ever! Come to Florida (Ross)

....I'mfinally back home and I may never leave here again.  We shared driving all the way to New York and back, and we came home exhausted to the max.  In addition, I developed acute bronchitis and it's a bitch.  I have to use the nebulizer four times a day, and of course, I'm taking anti-biotics.  But you don't want to hear about this, so I'll change the subject.  We left here on Fathers' Day and on the 19th of June we arrived in Washington one day late.  This happened to be our 30th Anniversary.  We were late because we got into a raging rainstorm a few miles north of Richmond, and so we had to stop for a hotel before getting to DC as we were supposed to.  Anyway, we all got together for dinner at PJ Chang's for what happened to be a sort of Anniversary celebration the following day.  Sons Joel and Bobby were there, Barbara and Michelle their lovely gals; grandson Adam and new wife, Tucky, as well as granddaughter Hannah and her boyfriend (forget his name).  We had a great time that night.  And I loved seeing my sons looking so well, and apparently very happy with the life they are leading.

.....As far as the wedding in NY is concerned, we took up residence at a Ramada Inn in Rockville Centre.  I wasn't impressed.  Expedia claimed it was a bargain at $768.  It wasn't.  On Sunday we donned our wedding gear--I in a tux (which I shall never wear again), Rho in her gown.  We were supposed to be at the temple at 6pm for family pictures but because of poor directions, we never arrived on time.  The wedding was a "posh" affair that included the loudest band on the planet.  There was not one slow dance when couples over 30 could dance together.  No.  Every "dance" involved jumping up and down and waving your arms in the air.  If you did not participate in this "Simon Says" dance routine, you would apparently be thrown off the floor or led to your table by a waitress.  All I could do was sit at the table all night because it is very difficult to dance up and down and wave your arms while holding on to your walker at the same time.  And since it was a "kosher" wedding, the servers kept coming around with kosher hors-doevres to shove in my mouth.  Another kosher wedding? Never again.

.....On Monday we went out to dinner with Renee and Jeff, Rho's daughter and son-in-law, and started the trek home on Tuesday with a stopover in DC.  The reason for that was to see Huston, our great grandson, but Mom Katrina was in Kansas and could not get back to DC on time for us to see him because Grandmother Hudgens died and PK, Max, and Huston had to stay for funeral services.  It was a huge disappointment.
In conclusion let me say that RH+ was a heroic figure all the way.  Because of my disabilities she had to lug all the baggage out to the room getting in and out to the car leaving.  In addition, she did most of the driving.  I never felt so helpless, and I promised myself never to break any more hips.