Sunday and Garage Door

 After lunch, we left the house.  We pulled out of the garage and could not get the door to come down from the remote in the car.

Terry went into the house and closed the garage door from inside the garage and texted the landlord, as it was not easy to do from inside of the garage.

We went up to the flea market for a few things and it was COLD there.  We got almost everything we wanted and left as soon as we could.  Burr!!!!

From there we went to Aldi's.  Terry ran in and bought some wine and pickle relish (I know, she looked like the local drunk when she came out with her two purchases)!

When we got back to the house, our landlords were there doing our "honey-do" list.  Bernie tried to change the bulbs in the fixture over our desks.  He needed a pillars to remove the old bulb, and Terry whipped out the one we bought to open our champagne (that didn't work on the champagne but worked on the bulb).  He also oiled the squeaky door in the master bath and looked at the squeaky chair in the dining room.

The garage door was another matter and the door-repair person will be here tomorrow morning.  We left the car on the driveway, not wanting to get stuck in the garage.

After a steak dinner, Terry got a telephone call from the Des Plaines Post Office.  Before you get too excited, the person who called had NO INFORMATION about her premium forwarded package from last week. He called because Customer Service told him to call, but he had no information.  The Des Plaines Post Office is a waste and ruins every trip to Florida.

We are now relaxing and reading.