So Much to catch up

It has been, again, a long time since my last entry. So Much has happened and way too much to even account, yet it is of some interest, at least to me, that I am once again within the realm of my two little granddaughters, yes, I am home. It was a great ordeal of time and energy to arrive at this point, first of all I needed to fly home early in order to attend a week of meetings in Evansville IN at the company I represent. After which I would have to fly back to Florida in order to drive my sister back to her home in Kankakee IL. But this is only the logistics, the turmoil began when I arrive home a few days before my departure to Evansville. To my surprise the basement had taken on some water during my absence and the carpet was soaked, yes and many of the bottom of the boxes filled with my railroad items were very wet as well. The first thing was to get rid of any wetness on the railroad floor which was fairly easy as it is tiled. Then re stack and empty the bottom boxes and would you believe those boxes contained all the locomotives. Now because most of them were still in the original containers, the ,locos were alright but the containers were damp, so I had to open everything and put them all over to dry out, then I needed to rent a carpet fan, and pull up the carpet in the TV, media, room, my office and the gallery hall. What a mess! move all the furniture, break down my desk, all the stuff, oh man it was a bear! the padding was soaked, I did what I could before leaving for Evansville, but of course I also had a dead battery in my car as well, I got that jumped and let the car run for a while, had to run some errands etc, and catch up on a few things then off to Evansville, well the car lasted thru the trip and got home to do a few more things in the basement with only a day before flying back to Florida. Had to do some laundry etc, get some food, at least my darling daughter feed me those nights before leaving for Evansville, and of course Jason offered to help downstairs, you know me, I am a do it yourselfer. Now the trip to Florida, oh my what a fiasco!
In order to fly on the right day to get to Marco Island in order to leave on the right day that my sister needed to leave on I had to select a flight that would fly me from Dayton to Baltimore to Fort Meyers, rather then a flight through Atlanta, which is the normal way. Well Arriving in Baltimore I was informed the flight to Fort Meyers was cancelled due to mechanical problems and I needed to find another way, they did have another flight direct to Fort Meyers but it did not leave until 4:45 pm and it was now 10:45 am, no way was I going to sit for that long and then get to Florida real late at night. so I elected to take an early flight to Atlanta then change plans to Fort Meyers and that still only got me there by 3:45pm. Atlanta was a zoo, wall to wall people many of which were sitting around waiting, hoping beyond hope to get home after being on spring break. Never the less I made it and when I did get to my sisters new condo, I had to repack my car, My dear wife tried her best, But again I am a do it yourselfer and I am not called the pack master for nothing. I should have made a career out of packing things! Well maybe I have because I am sort of a pack rat. Then early the next morning leaving Marco Island we made our way North, stopping near Atlanta, wasn't I just here, for the night and on to Kankakee to bring my sister to her home. Then Patty and I made our way from there the next morning to our home, and what a mess I had left, it will be days before we are back to normal, then who ever thought I was normal anyway? I am leaving out all the personal stuff, the interaction between family at this time, but it sure was good to see little Isabelle and Sophia again, not to mention Sarah and Jason. All for now, perhaps I will review some of the other stuff later, if I can even process it myself.