When my sweet husband and I became snowbirds, the plan was simple. Migrate north in the summer and south in the winter. Split our time between family in Ohio and family in Florida. Avoid hurricanes and snowstorms. Stay comfy and safe.
That worked pretty well for the first year.
Then our Ohio son had a medical emergency on the day we arrived, May 1. He spent a month and a half in the hospital, most of it in intensive care, with a need for further surgery in a few months. Once he was back on his feet, under treatment, and with a projected surgery date, we decided to return south to get everything under control so we could dash north again when needed. So we drove south through Georgia in the middle of Hurricane Helene.
We barely got unpacked before Hurricane Milton forced us to evacuate. Instead of returning to Ohio, we hunkered down on the other side of the state with our Florida son, daughters, and grands in a nice, solid brick house.
Fortunately, our metal home did not blow away, though a few pieces of trim escaped. We got everything patched together and stayed in touch with our Ohio son’s progress. The doctors scheduled his surgery for January.
So here I am in Ohio, where it’s one degree Fahrenheit, after experiencing two hurricanes in the sunny south.
The best-laid plans . . .
Oh, by the way, the surgery is rescheduled for a month from now. I’ll be back. It will still be winter.
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