The days on the porch dwindle down to a precious few. I leave for Bangkok in less than a week.
In Michigan, mother has been discharged from Henry Ford Hospital, and will convalesce at Cindy’s in Port Huron for two to three weeks before flying back to North Carolina for the winter.
Here in Florida, the movers are coming on Monday to put the furniture in storage, then a cleaning company will come on Tuesday to do a final cleaning of the house. Cars are being taken to Lincoln Land to be consigned for sale. I’m still holding at 10 vehicles, but hope to be down in the single digits soon. O Bistro has been notified that my final dinner with them will be this Sunday. (No word on if they’ll be retiring my barstool. )
It will be wheels up on Wednesday, September 24 from Tampa on Northwest; in fact I’ll be taking all the same flights I took on the last trip in June: Tampa to Detroit, Detroit to Tokyo, and finally Tokyo to Bangkok. Business class of course, and I’ll be upstairs on the 747 for the Detroit to Tokyo leg. But of course, there’s a snag…I still don’t have my passport back from the Thai consulate with my visa. Last minute passport related snags still seem to be a tradition with my trips. 
In Bangkok, Gam has arranged for the evening off at Mojos and will travel to the airport to meet me. And I strongly suspect we will be seeing some of the other Mojos staff before the night ends, for if the plane is on time we’ll make last call.
I’m warmin’ up my dancing shoes.
