I mentioned that Judy and I were test-driving Airbnb. We’re considering a trip somewhere south this winter; somewhere Caribbean. When we go, if we go, we don’t really want to be enclosed in an expensive Americanized resort, we’d rather something more local, hence the Airbnb check-out in Corpus Christi. We want to see how the process works in case we use it later.
With Airbnb, you can find a shared room, private room, or private home to rent, pretty much anywhere in the world. What we found was a charming little apartment in an old home in an established neighborhood. It was everything promised… plus some. It must have been designed on a nautical theme, because the whole thing listed to starboard. If we’d been in the motorhome, Judy would have insisted I relevel the whole thing. No problem. Mostly it was fine. The deal-breaker was when we showered and went to bed. The towels and sheets reeked of fragrance; way overdone fragrance. It was awful. It was hard to breathe. We made it through the night, but that was plenty. We checked in for two nights, but left after one. We’ll be fine as soon as we can get home to shower and burn our clothes…
I guess if we use Airbnb again, in another country, we’re going to have to ask what kind of laundry detergent and fabric softener they use, or be ready to avoid towels and sheets for a week.
We went on with the doctors’ appointments for today. Judy thought she might have torn the meniscus in her left knee again, but the orthopedist said no, it’s just arthritis and wear and tear. He gave her a cortisone injection and sent her on her way. After lunch with Carolyn and Rich, we went to the next doctor. He confirmed that the thumb surgery on her right hand is a total success, and we’re through with it, but the discomfort in her wrist is carpal tunnel syndrome that has been there for years, but was aggravated by the stress of the thumb surgery. He gave her a cortisone injection in the wrist and sent her on her way.
Judy,
The cortisone kid.
We buzzed south in time to pick up Henry from Boy’s Camp before they closed at six, and then home for dinner by dark. We missed a super happy hour just down the block from us at Ed and Claudia’s this afternoon, but a quick stop there resulted in leftovers and cake to take home for dinner. J
Glad to be home. It’s all good.
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