Frustrating morning. Got up at 4:45. As soon as I was dressed, I phoned the cab company and asked for a cab at 5:45. That was plenty early, as I figured the cab would be fifteen or twenty minutes late. I couldn't eat breakfast, as I'm on a liquid diet today in preparation for the procedure tomorrow, so I drank some apple juice and a cup of bouillon. Then I looked on the hook where the key is supposed to be hanging. It wasn't there. Scrounged through the pockets of Roy's jacket and pants. Finally found it. Went up to the gate, unlocked it, stuck a piece of paper in the lock to keep it open, and took the key back to the boat. Then I was off. Got to the place the cab was supposed to pick me up in plenty of time. Waited. And waited. And waited. No cab. By then it was too late to catch the 6:45 train even if the cab had come, so I got on the 6:30 bus. Could have slept another hour. No problem catching the 7:45 train. Got off in Pompano Beach. Luckily there was one taxi at the station. Made a beeline for it. He took me to the Ted Turner Center in fifteen minutes, so I was in plenty of time for the class. The cab fare was $11.20.
The class went well, and I got my certificate. Found out that when the instructor had said he had an M.D. license, he hadn't meant he was a physician -- he was a Milk Distributor!
During break, I phoned the Post Office and found out there were a couple of pieces of mail for me, so I took the bus over there after class. What a joke! I had written to the AARP headquarters when we first got to Fort Lauderdale to find out where and when the 55 Alive classes would be held in the Fort Lauderdale area. They sent me a card for classes in St. Petersburg, about as far from Fort Lauderdale as you can get and still be in Florida! It's a good thing I was able to find out about the classes on my own. The other piece of mail was valuable, though.
Stopped at a convenience store to make copies of some of my medical bills. Bought a small bottle of apple juice and drank it for lunch. Then I went down to Cooley's Landing and got my deposit back on the key. At two o'clock, I had to take some medication that I knew would make me miserable, so I caught the 2:53 back to West Palm Beach.
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