I've made it to Shelby's new apartment in Tampa, FL. Unfortunately, she's not here yet. She and her friend are pushing a big U-Haul with a car behind through the Carolinas, actually they should be in Georgia by now.

But that don't stop Grandpa Jim from getting the lowdown on the place. Shelby gave me the pass codes to the gate and her garage. I've gathered up her packages and brought them upstairs and set a new tire waiting outside for her, inside the garage.

It's a very nice upscale two story apartment and I'm sure she's going to love it. There's a big pool in the back and an outside barbecue. There are a total of thirty two steps in two levels of stairs, and I made it very clear a while back that I am Not the stairs pussy! It don't bother me at all.

I stopped at Walmart before coming here and bought a pot, a cup and some metal straws. Then I went to Publix and bought some large lemons and some peeled garlic. My drink is cooking on her stove as I write this.

I wish I had a chair to sit on, but hell, I've been sitting and driving all day and it's good for me to stand. I'll hit my canopy bed well before they arrive tonight and I told Shelby to knock on my roof.

Tomorrow is moving day but I assume we'll at least get the bed and some bedding up here tonight so they can crash, after a hell of a drive from D.C.