Raining in Sarasota

It's been a tough day, at about noon, I decided that I should fly down to see my 97 year old Grandmother who is not doing well. Found a flight from LGA directly to Sarasota where my Grandmother, aunt, uncle and various cousins live. Got to the airport in New York to find every single flight to anywhere either canceled or delayed to the point that you knew it was going to be cancelled. Rain on the east coast, west coast, central states and everywhere in between had devastated the entire air system.

Having traveled for many many years, I fortunately knew my options so I begged and groveled my way onto the only flight that actually existed, going to Tampa. Using my handy dandy phone I booked a rent-a-car and made it to Tampa, then drove to Sarasota at about midnight. My relatives had all told me that I could not get into my Grandmother's nursing home after 10 pm, as they lock all the doors. But hey, what are locked doors for? I just showed up (and probably should not reveal this) but know that electric sliding doors, like you see at the grocery store are not really locked unless they are locked. They are rather, just turned off so as not to open. I pushed my way into the nursing home by manhandling the doors and had a brief visit with my sleeping grandmother. The staff could not have been more pleasant or supportive telling me that I could come at any time day or night and stay as long as I wished. Because I had already woken my cousin once at about midnight, I figured I should not stay too long and left to drive the few miles to their house. Noah had nothing on Connecticut this spring and early summer so I was happy to be in nice warm, dry Florida. Right.